Unexpectedly yours

A Fresh Start

Kenan Yıldız stood on the balcony of his penthouse, staring out at the sprawling cityscape below. The once vibrant view now seemed muted, overshadowed by the storm that had engulfed his life. The past few weeks had been a whirlwind of headlines and controversies, and he was struggling to find his footing.

The scandal had begun innocently enough: a series of photos surfaced showing Kenan in a heated argument with a fan . What should have been a minor squabble had spiraled into a full-blown media frenzy. The tabloid headlines had painted him as arrogant and ungrateful, tarnishing the public’s perception of him. As a rising soccer star, Kenan’s carefully cultivated image was crucial, and now it was in tatters.

To make matters worse, his team’s management had insisted that he needed a complete image overhaul—both professionally and personally. And that’s where Seda entered the picture.

Seda, a renowned makeup artist and designer known for her keen eye and impeccable taste, had been hired to help Kenan rebuild his public persona. She was set to arrive at his apartment today, ready to transform him into the refined and charming figure his team hoped would silence the critics.

Kenan wasn’t thrilled about the prospect. He had never been one for elaborate makeovers or style consultations. He preferred to let his skills on the field speak for themselves. But his team’s orders were clear, and he had little choice but to comply.

The doorbell rang, breaking his reverie. Kenan took a deep breath and headed to the door, mentally preparing himself for whatever awaited him. As he opened it, he was greeted by Seda—a striking woman with a confident air and an impressive array of design tools in tow.

“Mr. Yıldız, I presume?” Seda asked, her voice carrying a blend of professionalism and warmth.

“That’s right. Call me Kenan,” he replied, forcing a smile.

Seda extended her hand, but Kenan’s handshake was more a formality than a gesture of goodwill. “Yes. I’m here to be your ‘girlfriend’ for the duration of this charade. I’m not here to coddle you, so let’s get one thing straight.”

Kenan raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. “And what exactly makes you think this is going to work?”

“Because it has to,” Seda retorted. “You’re a mess right now, and if we’re going to pull off this fake relationship, we need to be convincing. That means we have to be on the same page.”

Kenan’s frustration was evident. “And what if I don’t like being part of this ridiculous plan?”

Seda’s eyes narrowed. “Then you’d better start liking it, because it’s your only option right now. I’m not here to be your friend; I’m here to do a job.”

The tension between them was palpable. Kenan felt a surge of annoyance at Seda’s bluntness, while Seda was clearly irritated by Kenan’s lack of enthusiasm.

“Fine,” Kenan snapped. “Just tell me what you need me to do.”

Seda sighed. “We need to make public appearances together, act like a couple, and avoid any situations that could make this seem like a publicity stunt. The more authentic we are, the quicker this will blow over.”

Kenan shot her a skeptical look. “And you’re the expert on authenticity?”

“I’m the expert on getting results,” Seda shot back. “If you think you can do this half-heartedly, you’re in for a rude awakening.”

As Seda laid out her plan with military precision, Kenan struggled to keep his frustration in check. The idea of being paired with someone who clearly didn’t like him was the last thing he needed.

By the end of their meeting, the air was thick with unspoken tension. Seda packed up her things, her demeanor icy but resolute. Kenan watched her leave, feeling a mix of frustration and reluctant curiosity. He had a feeling this fake relationship would be far more complicated than he’d imagined—and Seda was definitely not making it any easier.