LOGINPOV DEFNEThe words settled over the room with suffocating weight.For a moment, nobody spoke. I could hear the rain against the windows again, softer now, almost distant beneath the violent pounding of my heartbeat. Enise remained standing near the bar with her glass balanced elegantly between her fingers, perfectly composed despite the fact that she had just shattered the fragile sense of distance I still had from the investigation surrounding my parents.Her father knew Kemal Yildirim.Not casually.Personally.I stared at her, trying to understand whether this coincidence was genuinely possible or whether I had unknowingly walked into something far more dangerous than scandal.“You knew him?” I asked quietly.Enise took a small sip of her drink before answering. “My father and Kemal served on the same investment board for several years. They were never particularly close, but they moved in the same circles.”Something cold settled slowly inside my chest.Wealthy circles.The same
POV DEFNEI had never understood before that a smile could feel threatening.Enise Sahenk stood inside the penthouse doorway with rain still clinging lightly to the dark fabric of her coat, her posture perfectly composed despite the situation unfolding around her. She was beautiful in the way certain women became beautiful after spending years learning how to survive inside powerful circles. Everything about her appeared deliberate, from the elegant twist of her hair to the controlled calm in her expression.And somehow, that calm terrified me more than anger would have.Her eyes remained on me for one long second too many.Not shocked.Not emotional.Observant.I suddenly became painfully aware of every detail about myself. Bare feet against the marble floor. Adem’s white shirt hanging too loosely against my skin. The bruises still faintly visible near my wrist.The silence stretching through the penthouse became unbearable.Then Enise looked toward her husband.“You could have warne
POV DEFNEEverything inside me went cold after those words.For a second, I could only stare at Adem while the rain battered the windows behind him and my pulse turned painfully uneven inside my chest. Berat had threatened me before—countless times, in countless different ways—but this was different.Because he knew exactly where to aim.My parents.The one subject capable of destroying what little stability remained in my life.“What does he mean?” Adem asked quietly.I looked away immediately.That alone was answer enough.The silence stretching between us suddenly felt unbearable. I could feel Adem watching me carefully, waiting, analyzing every flicker of emotion crossing my face. Most people looked at me with pity after hearing my surname. Adem looked at me as though every hidden thing simply became another piece of information to understand.And somehow, that was worse.“Defne.”His voice was calmer now, lower.“What is he talking about?”I wrapped my arms tighter around myself,
POV DEFNEEverything inside me went cold after those words.For a second, I could only stare at Adem while the rain battered the windows behind him and my pulse turned painfully uneven inside my chest. Berat had threatened me before—countless times, in countless different ways—but this was different.Because he knew exactly where to aim.My parents.The one subject capable of destroying what little stability remained in my life.“What does he mean?” Adem asked quietly.I looked away immediately.That alone was answer enough.The silence stretching between us suddenly felt unbearable. I could feel Adem watching me carefully, waiting, analyzing every flicker of emotion crossing my face. Most people looked at me with pity after hearing my surname. Adem looked at me as though every hidden thing simply became another piece of information to understand.And somehow, that was worse.“Defne.”His voice was calmer now, lower.“What is he talking about?”I wrapped my arms tighter around myself,
POV DEFNEThe blood drained from my face so quickly that I had to grip the edge of the counter to steady myself.For a second, I genuinely thought I had misunderstood.“Here?” I asked quietly.The head of security nodded once. “He’s demanding to see Miss Sabanci.”Every muscle in my body tightened instantly.I could already imagine Berat downstairs in the pristine lobby of the building, charming enough to fool strangers while slowly becoming more volatile underneath the surface. He would know exactly how far he could push before security physically removed him. He always understood limits when other people were watching.“What did he say?” Adem asked.“He claims Miss Sabanci left important belongings at his apartment and he wants them returned tonight.” The guard hesitated briefly. “He’s also making accusations about her being held here against her will.”Humiliation crawled hotly through my chest.Of course he was.Berat loved creating scenes just controlled enough to make me look un
POV DEFNEFor a moment, all I could do was stare at the photograph.The image looked far more intimate than the reality had felt only seconds earlier. From that angle, with Adem standing close enough to touch my wrist while I wore his white shirt inside his penthouse after midnight, there was no innocent explanation left. Anyone seeing it would assume exactly what the sender intended them to assume.My stomach tightened painfully.“This is insane,” I whispered.Adem continued studying the image with unsettling calm, though I noticed the faint tension in his jaw this time. It was the only visible sign that the situation had finally begun irritating him.“Someone has access to private security footage or building surveillance,” he said.I looked up sharply. “You’re worried about the cameras?”“I’m concerned about whoever feels confident enough to use them against me.”The distinction mattered to him. I could hear it immediately.This was no longer only about scandal. It had become a cha
POV DEFNE The ride to his penthouse happened in complete silence. Not the comfortable kind. Not the kind people in love shared after long days and longer conversations. This silence felt expensive, deliberate, almost suffocating. It filled every corner of the car along with the faint scent of leat
POV DEFNE The first thing I noticed was the blood on my blouse. It was not much, just a thin red stain near the collar where my lower lip had split, but against the white silk it looked obscene, impossible to hide. I pressed two fingers to my mouth, tasted iron, and kept walking across the undergr
POV DEFNEI stopped breathing the moment I read the message.For a second, the only sound inside the penthouse was the rain against the windows and the distant hum of the elevator carrying the doctor downstairs. Berat’s words remained glowing on the screen, ugly and intimate in a way that made naus
POV DEFNEThe room went completely still.I stared at the faded bruises on my arm as though they belonged to someone else. Under the warm kitchen lights, the marks looked older than I remembered, yellowed slightly at the edges but still visible enough for anyone paying attention to understand exact







