"Hello, Sergeant Rodney. Please chase Emily now, I've been shot at Rosehill Cemetery. She's been taken by Senator Crawford's men! Her cell phone GPS is heading west of Chicago," Murat said quickly. Sergeant Rodney quickly grabbed the keys to the police car and asked Lieutenant Benjamin to follow him out to the police station parking lot. "We're heading out immediately. Guide us to where we need to go, okay?" he shouted, then stepped on the gas heading west toward the outskirts of Chicago.The Turkish man ignored the blood flowing from his wounded abdomen. It hurt, but his concern for Emily's condition was far greater. His heart felt like it was being squeezed by his uncontrollable worry at that moment. In a panic, he pressed the gas pedal of his CRV deeply and raced following the GPS installed on Emily's phone, which fortunately was unknown to the kidnappers earlier. Murat sent the latest GPS location of Emily to Sergeant Rodney's number. The police officer responded with an "oka
As promised to Emily, that morning Murat took his beloved woman to buy a beautiful bouquet to scatter at her late mother's grave. Pink gerberas, white roses, and purple orchids were arranged into a beautiful bouquet as per Emily’s request. After paying for the fresh flowers she had purchased, Emily got back into the CRV with Murat. The young woman held the fresh bouquet throughout the journey to Rosehill Cemetery. "Do you make this visit every month, Emily?" Murat asked curiously, as this was the first time he had accompanied her.The police escort vehicle was still following the car driven by Murat, right behind the white CRV. Murat saw it in the rearview mirror and felt at ease. Emily replied, "Yes. I always make time once a month to visit my mother's grave so she knows I haven't forgotten her. It might sound sentimental, but during her lifetime, we were very close. Her death from cancer left my father and me with a profound sense of loss."Hearing Emily's words, the Turkish man
"What do you mean by saying Emily is your woman, Turkish man?" Rayden demanded harshly, pressing his index finger against Murat's broad chest.However, Murat showed no sign of backing down, asserting his position as Emily's new lover. He looked straight ahead as he replied to Rayden, "Last night, we had a serious conversation about our special relationship moving forward, and Emily agreed to form an exclusive bond with me.""Is what he said true, Emily?" Rayden asked angrily, turning to look at the female prosecutor.Emily nodded in agreement to Rayden's question and said, "Yes. Murat is the man I've chosen to be by my side."With hands on his hips, the Frenchman exclaimed sarcastically, "Ohh ... a companion? Hahaha. Impressive, Prosecutor Emily Rosalyn Carter. I thought there was only one profession for a woman's companion, like those found in nightclubs. You've made a man your companion. Well ... I could make you my wife then!""Sorry, I'm not interested in marrying anyone anytime s
When Sergeant Rodney Bradford arrived at Chicago police headquarters, he was furious to hear that Senator Gordon Crawford and his son, Henry Crawford, had been released from prison on bail paid by a high-profile lawyer he had hired."CRASH!" The sound of his hand slamming on the table echoed loudly before a string of curses erupted from the man in front of Lieutenant Benjamin Roosevelt, who was sitting comfortably in his chair, smoking a filtered cigarette."Damn it! If you had been at city hall during the shooting, Lieutenant. The situation was extremely tense. I'm still worried about Prosecutor Emily Carter. That scum has no heart at all; he actually ordered the sniper to shoot Emily, three times!" Sergeant Rodney said angrily, pacing back and forth and running his hands through his hair.His colleague added, "I was furious at the office too, but that's how it goes when the case involves someone powerful in terms of position and finances, Rod. We need to protect Emily more closely;
"SYUUUUU ... SYUUUUU ... DORRRR! DORRR! DORRR!"The sound of bullets whizzing through the air was heard, accompanied by the sound of gunpowder exploding several times as it hit solid objects. The source of the gunfire was coming from the roof of the building across from city hall. The barrel of the long rifle was aimed at the entrance of the majestic government building in the heart of Chicago. The hysterical screams of pedestrians and civilians echoed, disrupting the atmosphere in front of city hall.Meanwhile, Emily, who was the actual target of the gunfire, ducked her head as she ran, protected by Murat behind her, into the city hall building."Are you okay, Emily?" Murat asked, checking on Emily's condition while crouching with her behind the wall of the Chicago city hall building.Emily's heart was racing irregularly, and she felt sweat pouring down her body due to the peak of anxiety within her."The good news is I'm still breathing and in one piece, Murat. It feels like my hear
Still positioned above Emily's naked body, the unknown prince said, "I want a serious and exclusive relationship with you, Emily. Know that Turkish sultanate blood flows through my veins, so the woman I choose cannot be just anyone.""Wait, what do you mean you're a prince?" Emily asked, trying to understand the implied meaning of Murat's words.Murat's hand caressed Emily's smooth cheek, and he felt a whirlwind of emotions within him. Many sensitive matters were tied to the life partner of a prince like himself, especially since Murat was the only surviving heir of his father. After his grandfather stepped down from ruling the sultanate, it fell to him to continue the lineage. Going to America was one way of escaping that heavy responsibility. However, Murat also did not want the sultanate's power to fall into the hands of his uncle or cousin. One day, once he had overcome his psychological trauma, he would have to return to Istanbul."I am indeed a prince of the Turkish sultanate,