All Chapters of Blood Fued: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

Quenten Yilmaz:“They are here, Quenten.” My babaanne (grandmother) hisses through the phone, and a wave of tension washes over me, instantly putting me on high alert. “Those snakes have been lurking in our city, unleashing their venom for almost seven years right under our noses. They have been amusing themselves and bringing shame to our name all this time. I’m sending you their location right now. Go and make them pay for the pain they have forced us to endure all these years.” The line suddenly goes dead, and the blood in my veins turns to ice as my grip tightens around my phone.‘Those snakes have been lurking in our city, unleashing their venom for almost seven years…’The words echo in my mind, a haunting alarm, as I raise my hand, directing my men to follow me swiftly toward the exit of my jewellery store. The twin glass doors swing open, and I suddenly freeze as I collide with something, or rather, someone.I lower my gaze to the brunette beauty staring up at me with wide, in

Quenten Yilmaz:The world I live in can be very cruel. Your true destiny is determined by how you choose to shape it.I barely remember my parents. However, I vividly recall the day they departed from my life. The path of devastation I’ve had to endure alone, without my abi standing tall next to me, has been the most difficult and lonely journey I have ever taken in my life.The hate and constant reminder of seeking vengeance that have been embedded deep within my soul from my babaanne’s doing is exhausting. Every year on the anniversary of my parents’ deaths, she has people come over to the mansion to pray, cry, curse the Gods, and make blood oaths on their behalf.My Emre Amca (uncle) loves to fuel her hate. He’s always whispering in her ear, planning things behind my back and without my consent. I can’t stand him, and if it wasn’t for my babaanne, he and my kuzan Ozan would be out on the streets.I can’t shake the feeling that my amca (uncle) had something to do with my parents’ de

Quenten Yilmaz:A battle of wills brews between me and the kiz of the man who killed my parents.The instant our eyes met outside the jewellery store earlier today, an undeniable pull towards her enveloped me. It was an utterly unfamiliar sensation, and my heart yearned to dive into the waves of emotion surging within me. Yet, the urgency to locate Julian Kincaid eclipsed any feelings she stirred within me.Even now, as she sits on the floor before me, looking utterly defeated with tear-stained cheeks and a look of defiance raging in her big green eyes, something deep within me stirs.It’s a warm sensation that makes my stomach flutter along with my heart, and I fucking loathe it.No matter how hard I try to pull my gaze away from hers, it remains stubbornly fixated, unwilling to look away. Her beautiful green irises are like two large, captivating orbs that draw me in, rendering me spellbound.“You’re insane… delusional.” She mutters beneath her breath, her eyes growing wider the ins