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...
"Then I want you Matteo, this time I want you to myself," she confessed, her voice gentle, exhaling the depth of her longing. The world seemed to stand still as those words sank deep into my being. It was a declaration that shattered the already fragile walls guarding my heart, leaving no room for doubt or hesitation. Unable to deny the intensity of my emotions any longer, I knew I couldn't wait any further. Abruptly, I made up my mind, however, I couldn't return to Turkey, not now.
There were urgent meetings with the mafias the required my presence, but love demanded its sacrifice. I would bring her to me, even if it meant venturing into the unknown territory. In my heart, I resolved to make this separation a mere memory of pain and longing. Agreed with my pilot ready to fly her to me, I vowed to do whatever it took to mend our bond, to show her the depth of my love. "I'll make it up to you babygirl," I promised as my hand tightened around the phone. And just when I thought I exhausted every reservoir of patience, every ounce of resilience, she whispered those three words that ignited a wildfire within my soul. "Check your texts."
I unlocked the vault of longing that resided within my phone, only to be captivated by an image that usurped reason and rationale. There she stood, a tantalizing vision draped in delicate threads of scarlet lace, her countenance resplendent with an undeniable captivating smile that danced with mischief in her eyes. Each dimple etched flawlessly upon her cheeks embraced the symphony of her flawless allure. Her alabaster skin, bathed in a luminosity more radiant than the moon itself, whispered secrets of ethereal passion that rendered me powerless in the face of insatiable desire. It beckoned me with an indomitable force, demanding my presence, commanding my surrender. And beneath the image, those two simple words wreaked havoc upon my fiber -
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