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Alihan pinned her hands above her head with one strong hand. "Do whatever you want, huh?" he said with a smirk, repeating her words.
Azra's breath hitched, and she stammered, "I-I'm healthy... I don't need medicine anymore."
Alihan leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear. "So, if you're healthy, sweetheart," he whispered, "why don't you try to free yourself from me?"
Azra squirmed beneath him but couldn't break free. Alihan's grip was firm, his presence overpowering.
"If you won't take the medicine yourself, I'll find my own way to make you swallow it," Alihan said, his voice low and dangerous.
"No, no! I'll take it. I'll take it," Azra said quickly, her voice trembling.
"Good," Alihan said, releasing her and handing her the medicine. "Eat it."
Azra gulped and took the medicine. Alihan handed her a piece of chocolate.
She looked at him, surprised that he remembered her habit. "Thanks," she said softly, her voice carrying a mix of surprise and gratitude.
Alihan smiled, a rare and genuine expression that made Azra's heart skip a beat.
"You can smile?" Azra asked, her eyes wide with wonder.
Alihan's smile faded. "No, I'm not."
"Yes, you are," Azra insisted, her voice more daring.
"No, I'm not," Alihan said, his tone firm.
"Yes, you are," Azra said, her tone more playful now, challenging him.
Alihan's eyes darkened, and he moved closer, his presence overwhelming. "Don't say anything," he said, his voice a low growl.
Azra's breath caught in her throat as she felt his heat, the intensity of his gaze sending shivers down her spine. Without another word, Alihan got up and left the room, leaving Azra with a pounding heart and a whirlwind of emotions.
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"What we all need in this world is wealth and power," Altan said to Emir, his voice dripping with a cold, calculated confidence.
Emir remained silent, his eyes fixed on his father. His expression clearly showed he was listening out of fear, not love.
"Have you seen how successful your brother is?" Beyza chimed in, placing a hand on Emir's shoulder. Her touch was as much a grip of control as it was a gesture of affection.
"Yes, mother," Emir replied, his voice subdued.
"You're joining the office tomorrow," Altan continued. "I want you to take charge of the Edinburgh business."
