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 the midst of our harmonious dance, she leaned in close, whispering sweetly that she wanted to spend time with her friend Melike before we embarked to Paris. A flicker of concern surged within my eyes, a protectiveness over her, threatening to consume me. It was customary for me to meet anyone whole held a significant place in her life, and Melike was no exception. With a firm nod, I motioned my driver, swiftly arranging for her pick-up while he dropped me back home. As I stood on the grand balcony, overlooking the grand entrance of my palastial estate, anticipation coursed through my veins. I watched with measured intensity as the sleek black car pulled up.
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Dilara stepping out gracefully, while Melike emerged with her exuberant energy. Descending the grand staircase, my gaze pierced through the scene, studying Melike's every move. My displeasure evident, "oh lala, varmişsin bir servet hayati yasiyorsun Dilara, nerede bu seksi adam!" She exclaimed with enthusiasm. I warned in a stern voice, "English! And no yelling." Glancing at Melike with a tinge of disapproval. I must admit, that the sight of Melike left me utterly dumbfounded. She had such ignorance and lack of reverence, truly astonishing. I reached out for my whiskey bottle crafted from the finest crystal. As the golden liquid cascaded into the depths of the glass, its opulence perfectly matching my own power and influence, I probed further, curious about their intentions.
With a sideline glance at Melike, whose discomfort was palpable, I awaited their response. "We'll just relax with a few drinks," Dilara answered, her voice soft and apologetic, Melike clearly struggling to find her place in our world. I found myself consumed by an unbridled distrust towards her. She seemed like the harbinger of chaos, she harbored an intractable presence in my world, arousing an unyielding repugnance within my being. Yet, understanding the fatality of human nature, I reasoned, one solitary night with Melike would scarcely sully the sanctity of my abode. Moreover, my driver Antonio, assured me of his unwavering vigilance over her wellbeing, pledging an unyielding guardianship that would veil her in impenetrable protection. Naively, I believed his watchful eyes would safeguard her, quelling the relentless waves of suspicion within me.
To ensure her safety in the face of Melike's dubious charm, I commanded him to whisk Dilara away to an exclusive retreat, my bar and lounge.
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Leaving them in the capable hands of Antonio, I adjourned, armed with the knowledge that his unwavering commitment would act as an impenetrable fortress, staunchly fortifying the walls that shielded Dilara from the treacherous world I inhabited. A man of discerning tastes and possessive desires, I orchestrated every facet of her attire for that harrowing night. Hoodie and my baggie pants were bestowed upon her form, concealing every contour, every inch of the exquisite beauty that was mine, and mine alone. For I relished the knowledge that her allure would remain hidden from prying eyes, cherished solely within the confines of my soul.
