Lahat ng Kabanata ng Her CEO's Steel Heart: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

Sedar cocked his head, admiring the sky in all its glory, her velvety black curtain adorned with scattered specks of light was breathtaking as the moon illuminated the atmosphere. It made him feel at ease before the shit hit the fan. He inhaled the saltiness of the air as the waves crashed along the beach, creating a chilly breeze that sent goosebumps up his spine. He caught a glimpse of the superyacht swaying side to side in the distance as it held the one person he wished to end himself as he stood at the marina, staring out into the surf. With anticipation, he peered down at his golden watch encasing his bronze wrist as his dark hair encircled his forearms. He was eager to get the show underway. For the first time in a long time, he agreed with his büyük baba that this small fiasco needed to end, and he clenched his fists by his side. His nails pierced the skin on the palms of his hands and he allowed the bite of pain to consume him. "Is everything good ou

"Fuck!" Ezekiel roared. "He's not here, and Sedar is nowhere to be found, either. Scope the ocean within a 20-kilometre radius and return him safely, or I'm done for when I return to inform Mercedes that we've lost her husband." He ran his hand through his slick, wet hair and swung a broken chair across the room, roaring "FUCK!!" He walked through the superyacht, hoping that someone was still alive and breathing, and he intended to torture the prick until he divulged the location of Sedar's captivity.   Mercedes' phone rang in the background, causing her to toss and turn, picking up a spare pillow, she threw it towards the dressing table where her phone sat. She stretched out her arm in search of her husband and encountered nothing but thin air. She grumbled as she embraced one of his pillows, buried her nose in it and deeply inhaled his scent. Her senses went crazy, as they always did when she breathed him in; her body thudded like the wires of

He watched as his abla pulled the trigger, murdering their büyük baba in execution-style, her face concealing any emotions coursing through her veins, and his breath caught when her gaze fell on his. "Mr Ozturk," she said with wide eyes, dropping the gun, "we need to get you out of here before more men arrive and you need urgent medical attention." He could hear the strain in her voice as she yanked him to his feet with every ounce of strength she possessed. With a deep breath, "There is no reason for you to address me as Mr Ozturk, abla," (sister) He croaked, his throat and chest stinging with each breath he inhaled. "Hayir (no), I don't feel comfortable formally addressing you. I am neither an Ozturk nor a Peker," Her determination to be known as Neriman Yildiz was audible in her voice. "However, there is no denying that we are twins. Now that I've found you," he huffed, "I'm not sure I want to let you go, and I'm not sure my wife will either." He m

Three days later.... Sedar was taken off the hyperbaric oxygen treatment two days ago, and ever since, Mercedes has been a thorn by his side. While she slept next to him on his hospital bed, she had her leg draped across his torso, her head resting on his chest as she slept to the beat of his heart, and her arm encircled around his neck. This was her following the doctor's orders; she expended her bed rest in the hospital, laying in bed with her husband, and she couldn't care less what anyone had to say. As far as she was concerned, He was HER husband, the father of HER child, and the man who held HER heart in the palms of his hands and that's all that mattered to her until Sedar awoke from his slumber, She knew deep down that no one would bother her as long as she had a certain detective or lawyer by her side 24/7 and each time a nurse suggested for her to go home and rest or leave Sedar's side, a low growl filled the room, resulting in the nurses wa

Since leaving the hospital and returning to Istanbul, the press has hung around the house and company like a bad smell, scavenging for whatever information they can get their hands on.It's been just over a month since that fateful night, two weeks since Ezekiel joined them in Turkey following his escape from the country, and just a few hours until Sedar gets down on one knee and pops the big question.He took a personal day off from work and spent the majority of the morning making love to the woman who makes his heart sing and his body strum like live wires to a Destiny's harp. They were given the green light by the specialist to act on their sexual urges four days ago since the pills she was prescribed were working well and her uterine lining was nice and thick.He was having difficulty keeping up with her beneath their bedsheets, in the shower, against the wall, and even in the office, on his sofa or desk. Her sexual appetite was out of this world, but he ma