Sanem trembled. Jan was adamant and with a furious demeanor he started pressurizing her, "Sanem, who is that scumbag? Is he still here? Just tell me who did it and leave the rest on me."
Ceyda noticed how badly Sanem was shaking. "Jan, can you please stop pressing her?"
"You want me not to pursue that man who dared to harass my wife in a crowded shopping mall?"
"Jan, I am not telling you that but it's not normal," Ceyda tried pointing out. "Look, how she is shaking and crying. I am very sure it's not just a case of harassing."
Jan noticed it and his heart sank. He was being a brat and by his nature, he was getting enraged to that extent of pressurizing his terrified wife. He immediately pulled her in a hug, "I am sorry. I just can't see you getting hurt."
He brushed her back as Sanem cried in his chest. "You will hate me, Jan. You will be disgusted."
"You are saying impossible things. What really happened, Sanem?" Jan asked, caressing her face. "Tell me everything. I am always here."
"He is Fahadh," Sanem blurted. "My cousin brother."
### Flashback
Sanem was 11 years old at that time. She was playing with the other children gathered for the summer vacation in their house. Fahadh, her 15-year-old cousin brother, was watching her playing in the sun. He was having twisted thoughts in his mind as he watched her. He then walked up to her, "Sanem, can I play with you?"
"Why not abhay?" Sanem cheerfully smiled, taking him in their hide and seek game. While they were running, Fahadh grazed his hand on her butt, almost pulling up her skirt. Sanem stared at him as he immediately said, "Sorry... sorry."
For an 11-year-old girl, it was still difficult to understand the difference between good touch and bad touch. Every now and then, Fahadh used to touch her anywhere with any excuse, and she thought it was his brotherly affection. Until she started growing up, slowly understanding everything as she saw through newspapers and TV. There was also an awareness campaign in their school that finally opened her eyes. She realized the devilish nature of Fahadh. She recounted the harrowing tale to her mother, "Anneim, Fahadh Abhay was engaging in nefarious deeds for an extended period," Mevkibe listened, unconvinced, dismissing Sanem's words as a misinterpretation. However, fate took a drastic turn on the day Fahadh's family paid another visit.
Upon Sanem's return from her tuition, she hurried upstairs, seeking refuge in the washroom to freshen up. But as she entered, a ghastly sight befell her gaze. Fahadh was there, clutching her discarded menstrual pads from the wastebasket, inhaling their scent. Repulsed, Sanem cried out, "You pervert! What in the world do you think you're doing?"
Caught red-handed, Fahadh stood in shock as the commotion attracted onlookers. Sanem wasted no time in confiding in her parents, who believed her account. Yet, Fahadh's mother responded by deflecting blame onto Sanem's character, igniting further tension.
Nihat, consumed by anger, promptly expelled Fahadh and his family. However, the torment persisted as Fahadh resorted to harassing Sanem through lewd messages and images, prompting her to change her phone number multiple times. Tragedy struck one day as Fahadh attempted to abduct her, leading to a terrifying struggle in a secluded alley.
Fortunately, a passerby intervened, thwarting the assault and delivering Fahadh into the hands of justice. Despite securing bail, Fahadh's family vanished from the town for years, leaving behind a trail of dread and instability. Now, resurfacing as a politician, Fahadh menaced Sanem with threats of ruining her life, evoking tears of fear and despair.
In the midst of chaos, Jan stood by, seething with a desire for retribution against the vile transgressor. The betrayal of a cousin to his own kin weighed heavily on Ceyda and Jan, their words laced with disdain for Fahadh's depravity. Jan reassured Sanem with a tender kiss, vowing to shield her from harm.
Distraught yet resolute, Jan retreated to his private sanctum concealed within the house, arming himself in preparation for the impending reckoning. As he readied his weapon, Ceyda confronted him, probing his intentions with a mix of fear and anticipation. Jan's gaze burned with a fierce resolve, harboring a primal thirst for vengeance
He was strolling down the corridor when suddenly, Ceyda emerged, her presence exuding elegance. "Are you going to eliminate him?" she inquired with a sense of intrigue.
Jan fixed his gaze upon her, his eyes reflecting intensity and determination. "Tomorrow, you will read about it in the newspapers."
"I had a feeling," Ceyda responded knowingly. "The way you effortlessly handled Sanen at the mall... that composure was merely the calm before the storm."
"I do not know the extent of brutality I will unleash upon that man," Jan confessed, his primal instincts simmering within him, his entire being consumed by unfathomable rage.
"But Sanem will despise you, for in her eyes, you will be branded a killer," Ceyda cautioned. "It took me only a day to unravel her character. Believe me, Jan, she will fear you more than she fears Fahadh."
Helplessly, Jan swallowed the anger that threatened to engulf his soul. "Then what should I do? Allow him to terrorize my wife?"
"For now, we shall wait and watch. Let him make the first move, then we shall act," Ceyda suggested with a sense of calculated patience. "Allowing individuals like them to feel invincible before ensnaring them feels a thousand times more satisfying," she observed the tension in Jan's demeanor. "For now, return to your room and stand by her side."
"Hmm," he murmured, pacing slowly back to his room, but Ceyda halted him and playfully tapped his head. "Are you planning to take the gun to your bedroom?"
"Umm..."
"Put it away. Bedrooms should emanate the fragrance of roses, not the presence of weapons. Tonight, she will need your solace," she hinted, winking at him. Jan smiled and obeyed, retracing his steps to the bedroom only to find it empty.
"Sanem?" he called out, his voice tinged with concern as she emerged from under the bed, seeking refuge in his embrace. "Sanem... what are you doing down there?"
"I was frightened when I couldn't find you," she confessed softly, her trust resting in his arms.
"I am always close by, my dear," Jan reassured, gently lifting her onto the bed. Sanem nestled closer to his chest, finding comfort in her safe haven. Jan tenderly kissed her, soothing her fears.
They remained in that elegant embrace until she calmed a bit. Grazing her hand on his face. Jan smiled, his gaze lingering on her serene face, whispering softly, "I arrived, I witnessed, and I failed to grasp the moment you became irreplaceable to me."
Sanem leaned closer to Jan. She could feel his masculine scent enveloping her figure, filling her nostrils and making her heart race. She traced her finger down to his sculpted chest, her eyes hinting at him for his permission.
Jan, a man of few words, smiled. He took off his shirt, revealing his toned body. Their lips met in a fiery kiss, tongues intertwining and exploring each other's mouths. Jan got on top of Sanem, his hands expertly peeling off her nightgown. She gasped when she felt him sinking inside her, her body tensing up from the sudden intrusion.
Jan smirked, looking at her glossy eyes as she tossed her head holding the bedsheet tightly. Her mounds fought from the bra, bouncing with his each thrust. He reached behind her, unclasping her bra and freeing her breasts. He took one in his mouth, sucking and nibbling on her nipple, making her moan in pleasure.
He moved down, kissing her stomach and making his way to her wetness. Sanem's back arched off the bed as she moaned louder. She screamed in pleasure, her orgasm building up inside her.
Jan got back on top of her, sliding himself back inside her. He thrust harder and deeper, making her moan louder. She dug her nails into his back, her body trembling from the intense pleasure. He reached down, rubbing her as he continued to thrust.
Sanem's moans filled the room, her body shaking as she reached her peak. Jan smirked, feeling her tighten around him. He thrust a few more times before he came, filling her with his warmth.
He collapsed next to her, panting heavily. He removed the hair looming over her face as she writhed beneath him. He wanted her to feel something else other than fear at this moment. She didn't even know his extent of power and brutality. What kind of monster he was and what he would do to that bastard who intended to hurt his mate.
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Betrayal To Bliss
FanfictionA heartless young businessman. A docile,naive, beautiful daughter. She was assigned to ruin him. But he catches her up in his web cause he is a mastermind. And in turn ends up ruining her.
