A gripping tale of Matteo Acer, a dangerous mafia with a callous heart, who moves to Turkey and becomes infatuated with a woman named Dilara Cosima and kidnaps her, intending to shape her into his ideal partner.
However, as their relationship evolv...
In her sleep, she illuminated the darkest recesses of my spirit, exposing vulnerabilities I longed since buried. For the first time in my wretched existence, the insatiable desire for power and dominance seemed distant and inconsequential. I became intoxicated by the realization that she chose to bind her destiny with the merciless heart that bore the weight of countless sins. In her choice, she bestowed upon me a purpose beyond my typical thirst for control - a reason to defy the predictable path set out before me.
"Are you staring again?" Her voice rang in the silence, her eyes locked onto mine as a smile danced upon her lips. "I don't stare," I replied, my eyebrows furrowed with a slightly smile betraying my denial. Her laughter cascaded through the room as she playfully challenged me, "oh yeah? Then what was all that gazing about last night?" My heart skipped a beat as memories of our evening together flooded my mind. The moments where I couldn't tear my eyes away from her, the realization that love was slowly talk hold of my soul.
"Nothing, I was simply just..." I found myself stumbling over words, lost in the depths of her captivating gaze. "Ah, and he's stuttering again. Just admit it ugh," she rolled her eyes, a mischievous smile accompanying her playful taunt. With my fingers tracing circles on her back, I gathered the courage to ask the question that burned within me. "What's the place you've always desired to go?" She pondered for a moment, her eyes staring into the distance. "I don't know to be honest... Paris perhaps? I've always fascinated over the divine atmosphere, tasting their croissants and savoring their coffee, all the while indulging in my passion for writing at a cozy little cafe." A smirk tugged the corner of my lips as I teased her, "oh so you're an author? Maybe you should pen a novel about the great Matteo Acer."
The air crackled between us, a potent mixture of affection and endurance. Her eyes sparkled, mesmerized by the grandeur of my mere presence. With an enchanting grace, she whispered back, "I'd pen a tome, a masterpiece, detailing the power your existence possesses over me." Captivating by her gaze, I captured her lips with an insatiable hunger, oblivious to the world around us. For in that moment, even her morning breath held a sublime perfection, and her velvety touch left me numb. Soft, wet, and flawless. Breaking free from the intoxicating embrace, I declared, "we leave for Paris in three days." Astonished, she exclaimed, "are you serious?" Her cascading hair fell to frame her delicate face as she stared at me in disbelief. A surge of excitement overwhelmed her, causing her voice to rise in euphoric jubilation, while I sat there, reveling in her elation, a symphony of laughter escaping my lips as I nodded affirmatively.
Unbeknownst to her, my pilgrimage to this mythical city of dreams was not only to fulfill her desires, but to unveil a greater plan, a proposal that would intertwine our fates in eternal union. Paris would bear witness to the joining of our souls in matrimony. In this city of romance and allure, where love manifests in ethereal whispers, our bond would transcend mortal limitations.
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I reveled in the notion of preparing her for our departure to the enchanting streets of Paris in just three days. The air was filled with excitement as we stepped foot into luxurious boutiques, immersing ourselves in a world of opulence. With every outfit she adorned, I couldn't help but be captivated by her beauty. Her graceful movements and radiant smile was enough to leave me breathless, as I envisioned our adventures in the City of Love. Time stood still as we engaged in playful banter, our laughter echoing through the extravagant halls of high fashion.
