The Sensation (A Turkish Tale)

The Sensation (A Turkish Tale)

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"Bekir was life, Ali was blood, Sedat was love." Duygu was debris of a shattered girl trying to stand still in a world without her mother's warmth and her father's safety. She had three comrades carrying her. "My camels" she called them. What camels they were that they were the cruelest men in Istanbul. Even though they were trouble, there was only one truth for Duygu: Bekir was life, Ali was blood, Sedat was love. And life was nothing but a pray for them. "I'm okay. We are okay. We'll always be okay." Sedat was a giant oak tree, having learned staying strong from the hard way. He was tired of life, had already abandoned love. He was a cruel man hiding behind the steel walls wrapping his heart. Can love blossom among the knots tied by pain? By turning an angel into a devil, can love take over the devil's soul? Written by Işıl Parlakyıldız Published by Müptela Publishing
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"You want to act reckless? Fine. But don't think for a second you're not being watched. This city is full of men who'd love to carve a message into you just to make a point." "And what message would you carve?" I whispered. He reached out. Brushed the back of his knuckles down my jaw, rough and slow. "Mine." It wasn't sweet. It wasn't romantic. It was a brand. And then he dropped his hand. "You have ten minutes to get out of here before I make a fucking scene." ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ Massimo Bianchi is ruthless, the kind of man who leaves blood in his wake and never looks back. At 29, he's the trusted enforcer for one of the most feared mafia bosses in America - my father, Lorenzo DeLuca, the ghost I never knew but can never escape. I, Francesca DeLuca, have spent my life in the shadows of wealth, too blind to see the truth behind my family's fortune. But when I confront the mysterious man who's been following me, I'm thrown into a world of blood and betrayal, where loyalty is bought and sold like a commodity. Massimo is everything I should fear - cold, dangerous, and bound by an oath to my father. But there's something in the way he looks at me, a dark hunger he refuses to acknowledge. I should hate him, push him away, but the deeper I fall into my family's twisted legacy, the harder it is to resist the pull. But loving a man like Massimo is a risk, and in our world, mistakes are paid for in blood. So the question is - will I be his downfall, or will he be mine?

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