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...
Guided by unwavering resolve, I drove Melike to her dwelling, determined to server all ties that bounded her to Dilara. There, shrouded in the dimly lit streets, I casted my judgement upon their connection. "This thing between you and her, it's done," I declared, my words laced with a fury borne out of an ardent love for her. Each syllable etched upon her heart, forever extinguishing the flickering ember of their bond. Confusion etched upon her face, she dared to question the authority I assumed in her life, challenging me with an audacity unbefitting her circumstances. "Oh my fucking god, can you stop telling me what to do! Let me just live life as it is Matteo," she railed, her voice seeting with defiance.
Her words pierced through the depths of my being, resonating with a haunting clarity that tore at the very fabric of my soul. Yet, in the face of her temerity, I refused to yield. In the tempest of our emotions, I implored her to grasp the stark reality of our existence. "Just live life as it is? Look what just happened because you wanted to live life as it is," I resorted, my voice trembling with the burdens I carried. "I'm trying to give you everything, every fucking thing!" I said, hitting upon the steering wheel. Within those potent words was the essence of my struggle, evident to the lengths I would traverse to protect her, to persevere the life we dreamt of amidst such darkness.
For in my heartless persona, forged by a life marked by the bloodshed and ruthlessness, there resided an undying love, an unwavering devotion that defied the realm of possibilities. The crimson stains on my hands served as a chilling reminder that the price we paid for freedom upheld a merciless toll. But in my heart, a subtle flicker of hope kindled, whispering promises of a future where love could conquer darkness. I continued to grip the steering wheel, my knuckles white, my spirit aflame within indomitable resolve.
In the car, Dilara mustered the strength to say, "you're trying? Okay... well than try to understand that our lives are not equal. No matter how much we try and love each other, it won't fix shit. Agh, everything I say doesn't make sense to you. Just take me home, and it would mean the fucking WORLD, to me, if you don't sleep there tonight." Her voice carried a mixture of raw emotions, and though it pained me, I understood her perspective. But how dare she request that I leave my own house? If anyone had to sacrifice their presence, it should've been her.
However, I couldn't allow my ego and possessiveness to override my love and concern for her safety. As a true man, I made the decision to let her stay at my house and took a step back for her well-being. How could I call myself a man if I forced her to leave? Besides, she became a part of me, and it was inconceivable to let her go. Suppressing my anger and disappointment, I dropped her off, putting my head against the steering wheel as if drained from the events of that night. Ensuring her safety, I made certain that she entered the house unharmed before I departed to sleep in one of my other properties in Bodrum. The weight of the situation weighed heavily on my heart, and I couldn't help but feel upset about how our disagreement unfolded. In that moment, my emotions clashed, I loved her deeply, and yet, the circumstances strained our relationship to its limits.
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