All Chapters of Her CEO's Steel Heart: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Three hours later...   Mercedes had been waiting patiently in the room for Sedars return. She had spoken to Ezekiel on the phone, cutting it short due to the nine-hour time difference, unpacked her bags and read a few pages of the book she had brought with her. She was beginning to go insane from the lack of stimulation and couldn't take it any longer. She left the room, searching for her husband as she browsed the walls that were decorated with magnificent paintings along the way.  She descended the stairs and caught sight of the housekeeper that had kindly shown her to her room and carefully approached. "Afet?" She hastily said, hoping she pronounced her name correctly.   She stopped dusting the large empty vases that sat in the entry foyer. "I'm sorry, but do you speak English?" She wishfully asked.  Afet looked around the room and nodded.  "Evet,(yes) I speak little English." She s

Earlier The Next Morning...    "You know Cedes, I wouldn't wanna do life with anyone else," Alex told her honestly.  She sighed knowing she felt the same way. Within the space of two years, they had grown very close and deep down she loved him for protecting her. "Me too Alex, you're the best friend I never wanted, but the big brother I could only have wished for." She said feeling her heart melt and explode with love all at once.  They walked through the carpark, absentmindedly chatting away, heading towards the junkyard where their temporary home remained. A patrol car came screeching through the carpark, the doors flew open and two officers exited raising their firearms.  "Stand where you are with your hands up." One officer demanded. They stopped abruptly and rose their shaking hands high in the air.  "Walk slowly towards us." The officer commanded.   Slowly they start

  Moments later the woman peered up and she noticed her standing on the stairs. Mercedes straightened her posture as she watched the blonde she-devil climb the stairs quickly in heels. Sedar cursed, rushing up the stairs, he took them two at a time and reached her side before she did. He drew Mercedes into him protectively,  his face void of any expression when the woman stomped her foot and screamed. Mercedes flinched at her high shrilling expression towards her.  "Zeynep!" Sedar glared at her and she narrowed her eyes at him.  "Bü o mü?" (Is that her?) She snarled as she ran her eyes over Mercedes with jealousy. "Evet, (yes) speak English when you're in the presence of MY WIFE." He growled at her, placing a tender kiss on Mercedes's cheek.  "Hayır o çöp!" (No she is garbage) She spat out with disdain.  Mercedes looked at Sedar, he shook his head and sighed. His body went tense and he had images of slappi

The tension in the air was intense. Everyone in the conference room watched in silence as Sedars büyük baba stormed out, shaking his head and throwing his arms up in the air. When they could no longer hear or see his büyük baba shouting, they faced Sedar and Mercedes with passive expressions branding their faces. They were used to their disruptive display of communication between them and it never got too monotonous to watch.   "Right, I'll need all the reports of the buildings plans and permits on my desk by the end of the day." He clearly announces his expectations from them for the day.  "Evet, patron." (Yes, boss) They say as they start to gather their files and empty cups of tea.  Sedar walks out of the room, holding Mercedes hand oblivious to the frown on her face. He turns to face her once they're alone and out of sight from curious eyes.  "I need you to go back to my office and wait for me there." He tells her softly.&

He stood there, running his hands through his hair and leaning against the edge of his desk. He is well aware that Zeynep will go to any lengths to obtain the answers she craves. They may find themselves in serious trouble if she starts spreading the word that they did not marry out of love. He sighed and rubbed his chin with his hand as he looked at his wife.  She leant forward in her seat, her gaze fixed on his annes ring, which she had placed on the coffee table. The ring he placed on her finger was a symbol of family pride for him. He carried the ring with him everywhere he went. Despite his efforts to convince himself that he had given it to her out of convenience and to formalise their marriage. Ridding her the chance of fleeing him. He still couldn't shake the feeling that something higher compelled him to do it, driving his primal need to claim her and place the ring on her finger that day. "Can you tell me what you're doing?" He inquired of her.