All Chapters of Revenge Marriage: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Chapter 3ALLIEThree glasses of wine and a long soak in my luxurious bathtub did little to relax me.did little to relax me. Not after meeting the sexiest man in the world yesterday.the sexiest man in the world yesterday. Then I acted like an immatureimmature and took off before I had a chance to talk to him.Talk about wasting that opportunity.-Tell me about our new client. - Scarlett walks in as I get the store ready to open.I get the store ready to open.- Where do I start? I end up spending the whole night reliving the whole weird episode.reliving the whole bizarre episode. -Miles Tempest didn't seem like theguy who reads tentacle porn. He's the hottest guy I've everbut I shoved the bag in his hands and got out of there before I had to watch him open that package.I had to watch him open that package. - With the embarrassing stuffinside.- Why did you do that - my friend sits on the stool behind the counter and reminds mebehind the counter and reminds me:

Anguish overwhelms me, but I also feel a strong determination. Melek is alive, and I will get her back, no matter the cost. I have to hold back the urge to cry just from seeing her face. But I also feel hatred towards that man mocking us like a maniac."You have no scruples, Ahmet," I say with restrained fury. "But I warn you, this won't end the way you think. If you lay a hand on her, I will kill you. I will make you pay."I continue staring at Ahmet, the burning rage and determination within me. "If anything happens to Melek, I assure you, you will pay for it. There will be no place where you can hide from my wrath," I warn him firmly.Hazar joins my words, his eyes filled with determination. "If you harm my daughter, you will face the consequences. No matter how much time it takes, I will search for you to the ends of the earth."Ahmet just laughs, as if our threats were a joke. He calmly returns to the chair behind his desk and crosses his legs with an air of superiority."Do you

I drive towards my house, having decided that I need Erdem to figure out what to do from now on, with worry still clouding my mind. Hazar is beside me as the co-pilot, and I can feel his scrutinizing gaze on me. An idea is crossing his mind, and I'm waiting for him to speak it out. Before he can say anything, he breaks the silence."Do you know where Derya Arslan is?" Hazar asks seriously.I feel uneasy at his question, but I know I can't hide the truth. "Yes, she's at my house," I confess finally.Hazar looks surprised and, at the same time, angry. "How can you have that woman in your house after all she's done?"I try to explain quickly, knowing I need his understanding. "She showed up yesterday asking for help. She said she knew something about Melek's death. She suspected that Ahmet was behind it, and I've had the same suspicion for months. I wanted to confirm my theory to go after him. That's why I let her stay."Hazar furrows his brow, clearly worried and upset. "Maybe Derya is

HabbabWe arrived at Ahmet's secure house, an imposing Turkish-style structure surrounded by high walls and lush gardens. We cautiously surveyed the perimeter, observing some armed guards patrolling the entrance and surroundings. Fortunately, we came prepared to face any obstacles.Hazar, Erdem, and I gathered in a discreet location, away from the guards' sight. Tension filled the air as we assessed our options to enter and rescue Melek.Hazar examined the front of the house with a concentrated expression. "The main entrance is well-guarded; it will be challenging to reach Melek from there without alerting Ahmet and his henchmen," he whispered.Erdem nodded, adding, "But if we approach from the back, we might have a better chance. It seems that the wall on that side is not as heavily guarded."I contemplated the situation, thinking about the best strategy. "I think Erdem is right. We need to find a way to enter without being detected. Once inside, we'll have to act quickly and coordin

The atmosphere in the car becomes tense as we drive down the road. Suddenly, I find the courage to speak up and decide to ask Melek about her pregnancy. I look at her expectantly, but instead of a kind response, I receive an angry and annoyed look."It's none of your business," she replies coldly. But I can't remain silent; I feel the need to clarify things."Of course, it is my business, Melek. That baby is mine too." A flurry of disturbing thoughts crosses my mind. What if the baby isn't mine? What if Ahmet did something to harm Melek? Anxiety grips me, and I feel compelled to ask, somewhat agitated, if Ahmet touched her. Melek is offended by my question and firmly responds:"No! That baby is yours, Habbab. But I don't want it to be. You're a married man, and I didn't know that when we slept together."I feel sorry for the pain I've caused Melek. I want to explain to her, to make her understand that things have changed, that I am no longer married to Enise, but it seems that the wor