Fire and Ice

Fire and Ice XVII

Hey guys! Here's a new update. I hope you'll are still invested in this story. 

Also a message to my non-English speakers, I'm in talks with someone regarding the translations of this story into Turkish... nothing is final yet, but there might be something in the future for others to also enjoy the story. 

Also, if you do know if someone copying/plagiarizing my stories in a different language, please report it. It takes a lot of time and commitment to write and imagine it all. Taking away someone's hard-work and credit is not cool. 

Anyways, that's all for now. Enjoy the read! I'll be looking forwards to your views.

Cheers!

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"I don't know what happened between the two of you during those last few weeks... you were drifting away from her... ignoring her... neglecting her..." Ana said sadly, her gentle hand caressing his forehead as he rested his head in her lap... trying to absorb the bulk of information she had just revealed.

He had come to Istanbul to avenge his brother's death... a death at the hands of Salih Kocovali, of the infamous Kocovali family in Cukur. He had waged a war against the family and Karaca had been the one to put an end to it... by becoming a refuge in his own home, at her own will.

How courageous of her to put herself in the enemy's house for the sake of her family... he understood how that move of her would have captured his heart... she had sacrificed herself for the sake of her family... it was something he would do for his own...

What really offended and infuriated him was the fact that her family had just left her there... for 3 fu*king months... just left her in the enemy's hands... never inquiring about her, never taking the time to see if she was even alive and well... 

For allowing her to do that in the first place... 

How could anyone do that?...

It was inconceivable...

He had asked Ana that and she had confirmed his concern... that her own family could care less about her... they had considered her as a traitor... renouncing their blood ties with her...as if she had betrayed them by calling the truce...

He could imagine their slow burn lower story... their love being born from the roots of hatred and enmity... 

He knew...somewhere along the way, she had softened his heart... calmed down the raging fire in his chest with her cold and determined move... making him let go of his thirst for revenge... in an effort to save himself and his own family...

Because revenge never brought happiness...

But she did... bring happiness and brightness and softness... and love into his life...

The memories he had of her only reflected that love, if not the current love he felt from her... and she felt for him...

So then what had happened?

How had he  messed it all up? 

He was still stuck with the verbal knowledge of information... nothing had stirred the rest of his memory... but at least he knew the drawback of their story...

At least he knew how it all started... he now just needed to uncover how it ended...

Why it ended?...