All Chapters of Revenge Marriage: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Chapter 40HabbabI arrived at the impressive mansion of the Erdoğans, with my heart beating rapidly in my chest. I knew the danger I was facing at coming here, but I was determined to endure it. There was no time to waste. With a strong kick, I opened the main door and called out Esat's name."Esat Erdoğan! Come out and face me!" I shouted with determination, my words echoing in the wide hallways of the mansion.Shortly after, I started hearing doors opening and closing, and then the entire Erdoğan family descended to the courtyard, their expressions filled with surprise and confusion upon seeing me there. I confronted Esat, with a firm gaze and an urgent voice."Esat, you're going to answer to me. Where is Enise? Where is Melek?" I asked, desperately searching for any clue.Esat seemed astonished by my question about Melek. He couldn't understand how I could be asking about her since I was supposed to have her with me. But I didn't have time for confusing explanations.However, the

A new character narratesI hung up the phone and a smile of satisfaction came over my face. At last, I had succeeded in fooling Çakir Erdoğan, that man blinded by his ambition and thirst for power. For years, I had waited patiently for my chance to regain my position in the Arslan family, and now, it seemed, that time had come.For years, Derya Arslan hid me in the shadows, with the excuse that she was protecting me, nothing was further from the truth. Compared to my cousin, I always knew that our grandmother was a harpy, a snake disguised as a good person. She used her grandchildren as pieces in a game, we were nothing more to her. And now I was coming to make her pay.I managed to escape from her hands and with time I managed to learn all her secrets, now she was coming to destroy too what she had built.I decided to carry out my plan, I walked with a firm step towards the room where I knew I would find Melek, the innocent girl trapped in the middle of this twisted plot. As I opened

HazarI am overwhelmed by a flood of emotions. Guilt consumes me as I hold Senay in my arms, both of us crying inconsolably. I have failed my family, my best friend, who was Melek's real father, the one to whom I promised to take care of Senay and his daughter. My heart sinks into a dark abyss because now Melek, that little girl whom I have loved as if she were my own daughter, has died.Despite not being her biological father, I always felt a deep and sincere love for Melek. I saw her as my own flesh and blood, and every smile of hers lit up my world. Now, that brightness has vanished forever, leaving an insurmountable void in my soul. It is unbearable to think that I will never again hear her melodious laughter or embrace her tenderly.In the midst of my grief, I become aware of Habbab's presence. I see him collapsing next to Melek, crying out her name in despair. At that moment, I understand the depth of his love for her. Despite all our conflicts and differences, Habbab truly love

Chapter 42HabbabI find myself in a lonely corner of the courtyard of the Erdoğan mansion. My presence here is like a stone in the shoe for Melek's family. They didn't want me here, I don't blame them. I am the son of their enemy, the man who humiliated and hurt their beloved Melek. But Hazar intervened and managed to calm everyone down, convincing them that I should be present at this tragic moment. I am grateful that he did that for me. I begin to see that man Melek was describing, if I were him, I would never have allowed my enemy, and the one who hurt my daughter so much, to sit in my home and share my pain. Perhaps, my grandmother had lied to me about him, about the real story.Melek's coffin remains closed, and will soon be taken to the cemetery. I begged Hazar to let me carry the coffin, and surprisingly, he agreed. I want to be part of this last act of farewell to the woman I love, even if my presence here is awkward and forced.The procession begins, and the weight of the co

And I know where to start, the person who has lied to me for years. My grandmother. She had to know, she had to know that Melek was not an Erdoğan, that she was not Hazar's daughter, and yet she led me to deceive her, to manipulate the love of my life. To hurt her. I can't believe what is happening in my chest, I begin to hate my grandmother for all her lies and machinations. I don't know how, but I will make her pay, Melek is dead and it's her fault.I arrive at the Mansion, Arslan in a fury, my heart pounding with anger and disappointment. I yell for my grandmother, Derya Arslan, waiting for her to come out of her room. Finally, the door opens and she appears, confused by my mood."What's wrong, Habbab, why are you so upset?" my grandmother asks with a surprised expression.I take a deep breath, trying to contain my indignation as I reply in a shaky voice, "Did you know the truth, Grandma?"My grandmother looks at me perplexed, unable to comprehend what I am talking about. Her eyes