This Is Not A Fairytale ( Kaysun )✓

Chapter Eight

The tension in the mansion seemed to tighten like a coiled spring as Suna navigated through the complex web of emotions. Ferit's suggestion to convince Seyran to return echoed in her mind, a futile attempt to mend a relationship shattered by betrayal. Kaya, weakened by the emotional turmoil, remained in bed, the weight of recent events pressing upon him.

Suna's steps faltered when she entered the room to find Peril, the unwelcome specter from Kaya's past, hovering near him. A surge of protectiveness washed over her asshe saw how Peril attempted to bridge the gap of proximity. Kaya, visibly uncomfortable, resisted her advances.

Suna's patience wore thin, and when Peril persisted in her misguided pursuit, Suna's restraint shattered. Unleashing a torrent of anger, she seized Peril by the hair, her eyes blazing with a fire fueled by the accumulated injustices she had endured. With a forceful shove, Suna ejected Peril from the mansion, the ornate doors closing behind her.

Pelin, witness to the altercation, regarded Suna with a mix of fear and accusation. "You're crazy!" she exclaimed, her voice quivering with a blend of shock and resentment.

Peril, now outside the mansion and betrayed tears staining her cheeks, shot Suna a venomous glare. "You'll regret this, Suna! Kaya will always be mine."

Undeterred by Peril's ominous words, Suna stood her ground, the conviction in her eyes unwavering. The grandeur of the mansion's facade paled in comparison to the strength that surged within her.

Pelin, caught between the shards of broken alliances, retreated with Peril, leaving behind a trail of bitter whispers and foreboding promises. The evening air hung heavy with the repercussions of Suna's decisive actions, yet within the mansion, a newfound sense of determination flickered.

Returning to the room, just to find Kaya standing exactly where she left him, Suna offered him a reassuring touch, a silent promise that they would confront the challenges together. The emotional toll of the encounter with Peril lingered in the room, the atmosphere charged with unspoken revelations.

"Are you okay?" Suna asked, her voice a gentle murmur.

Kaya nodded, weariness etched across his features. "I don't want her near us again."

"You don't have to worry; I won't let her disrupt our lives," Suna assured him, the steely resolve in her gaze a testament to the depth of her commitment.

As they navigated through the aftermath of the encounter, Suna and Kaya found solace in their shared sanctuary. The night enveloped them in a cocoon of quietude, a respite from the storm 

that raged beyond the mansion's walls.

In the shadowed corridors, the echoes of Peril's ominous declarations reverberated. Yet, within the sanctity of their room, Suna and Kaya, bound by an unbreakable connection, faced the uncertainty that loomed on the horizon.

The next day, as the sun painted the sky with hues of dawn, Suna and Kaya confronted the aftermath of the previous night. The mansion, now devoid of unwelcome intruders, seemed to exhale a sigh of relief.

The staff moved about discreetly, avoiding direct eye contact, a silent acknowledgment of the turmoil that had unfolded. Suna tried to focus on her plate, the clinking of cutlery against porcelain filling the void of unspoken words. Kaya, seated across from her, appeared lost in his thoughts.

Suna and Kaya, their expressions unreadable, took their seats amidst the watchful gazes. The air carried a subtle tension, a residue of the confrontation that had unfolded within the mansion's elegant confines.

Breaking the uneasy silence, Suna ventured, "How are you feeling this morning, Kaya?"

He glanced up, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Better, I suppose. Your support means a lot, Suna."