Novels by Ivy Farrow

Alara’s POVThe silver needle caught the dim yellow light, shining like a tiny, cruel knife.I stared at the medical kit on the metal table. The thick, empty plastic bags looked like hungry ghosts waiting to steal my life. My stomach twisted into a tight knot. The cold vibration of the ship’s engines hummed through the metal floor, matching the frantic, terrified beating of my own heart."Do not touch her!" Kaan roared, lunging forward as far as his chains would allow.The heavy iron links pulled tight with a loud crash, jerking him back to the wall. Pain flashed across Kaan's face as his wounded leg took his weight, but he did not stop fighting. He pulled at the metal ring bolted to the wall, his massive muscles straining under his dark shirt."If you put that needle in her, Leyla, I swear to God I will rip your throat out with my teeth!" Kaan shouted, his voice echoing violently in the small steel room.Leyla did not even flinch. She stood calmly, adjusting the white medical gloves

Alara’s POVBefore anyone could blink, the metal gave way. The sharp crack of the gunshot ripped through the freezing air of the bunker.Kaan let out a heavy, painful grunt. He did not scream. The bullet hit his right thigh, tearing through the thick black fabric of his pants. Blood instantly bloomed, dark and wet, spilling down his leg. His massive body staggered, his right knee buckling, forcing him to drop heavily onto the hard stone floor."Kaan!" I screamed, moving towards him.Before I could reach him, a pair of strong, rough hands grabbed me from behind. A mercenary yanked my arms behind my back so hard my shoulders popped. I kicked and fought, tossing my head back, but the man was too strong. He shoved me down onto my knees right next to Kaan."Do not touch her," Kaan growled at the guard, his voice shaking with pain and pure fury. He knelt on the floor, breathing heavily through his teeth. Blood dripped from his leg, pooling on the gray stone. But even on his knees, bleeding

Alara’s POVThe barrel of the silver handgun stared at me like a small, black eye.I did not move. I could not breathe. The thick white smoke in the underground bunker curled around my ankles, making the cold stone floor look like a bed of clouds. But this was not heaven. This was hell. And the devil standing in front of me was the woman who used to brush my hair.Aunt Leyla pointed the gun directly at the space between my eyes. Her hand did not shake. Her perfectly painted red lips rested in a soft, calm line. She did not look like a killer. She looked like the rich, elegant woman who sat at the head of our dining table every morning. She wore her expensive black trench coat, her dark hair pulled back neatly, showing the silver streaks at her temples.My heart hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird. The words she spoke did not make sense to my brain right away. Leyla lit the fire? The same fire that burned down the Demirhan estate? The same fire that killed my real family?I lo

Alara's POVThe thick white smoke swirled around us like a ghost.Kaan immediately stepped in front of me, his tall frame acting as a solid shield against the red laser sights pointing into the room. He did not draw his gun. He stood motionless, his storm-gray eyes locked onto Hakan with a terrifying, silent rage."You will not touch her," Kaan said, his deep voice vibrating through the stone floorboards.Hakan let out a cold, bitter laugh. "She is my property, Demirhan! I fed her! I raised her! She carries the Vardar name!""I am not your property!" I shouted, stepping out from behind Kaan's shoulder, my hands clenched into tight fists. My voice rang clear and strong through the cavernous room. "I know who I am! I read my mother's diary! I know you murdered her husband and stole me from her arms!"Hakan's face darkened, his pale blue eyes narrowing into cruel slits. "Your mother was a fool who thought love mattered in business. Just like you. You were born to be a bargaining chip, Al

Alara's POVThe orange glow of the distant fire reflected in Kaan's storm-gray eyes like a nightmare."She knew," Kemal said, stepping up behind us on the bouncing deck of the boat. "She knew about your island base before we even left the coast."Kaan did not speak. His face was a mask of pure, terrifying ice. He grabbed the steering wheel with both hands and slammed the throttle forward. The boat surged over the violent waves, cutting through the dark water toward the burning island.Instead of heading for the main dock beneath the burning cliff, Kaan turned the boat hard to the left, steering us around the jagged black rocks on the southern side of the island. He guided the vessel into a narrow, hidden cove covered by hanging vines and sharp stone arches.The engine died as we glided into the dark sea cave."Out," Kaan ordered, his voice dropping into a low, deadly tone. "The main mansion is gone, but the lower bunkers are built into the bedrock. They cannot burn stone."We climbed

Alara's POVThe voice echoed "Do not move another inch, or I will put a bullet through your chest," the voice commanded from the dark.The sharp sound of a handgun hammer being pulled back echoed off the wet stone walls. Kaan did not flinch. He shifted his massive body, completely hiding me behind his broad back. I held my breath, my fingers digging into the rough fabric of his coat.A sudden beam of light cut through the pitch-black tunnel, blinding us for a brief second."Kemal?" a voice gasped. The gun wobbled in the light. "Miss Alara?"My heart stopped. "Elif?"The light shifted upward, revealing a small, trembling figure wrapped in an oversized dark jacket. It was Elif. Her neat braids were messy, her face was covered in gray dust, and her large hazel eyes were wide with terror. In her small hands, she held a heavy iron revolver.Kemal took a step forward, his voice cracking. "Elif... what are you doing here?""I heard the gunshots at the mansion," Elif whispered, tears cutting