Lahat ng Kabanata ng Blood Fued: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Mia Yilmaz:It’s been two days since I left the hospital and started my new life at the apartment with Quenten.As the vehicle Leo was driving pulled into the underground carpark, I looked at Quenten and asked him what we were doing there. Part of me thought he was going to leave me at the apartment on my own, and I’m not going to lie; I truly hoped my thoughts were true.However, I felt a twinge of disappointment when he turned to face me and explained that we would be staying at the apartment until he deemed it safe for us to return to the mansion. Then he expressed something that caused my heart to flutter with joy. “I don’t want you returning to the mansion where all your trouble started, aşkım. You lost your family there, and I want you to stay here with me until you are fit to return. I need my queen to be prepared to face any challenges that may arise. There is no weakness in mourning in private, and that’s what I want for you. I want you to mourn your family and try to come

Mia Yilmaz:I walk through the quiet apartment toward Quenten's office, cradling a cup of bitter coffee and finding some solace in the warmth beneath my palms. Despite the presence of men throughout the apartment, I still feel alone. I find myself filled with fear at the thought of being alone for too long, as the deeper I delve into my mind, the more I seem to drift away, lost in my troubling reflections. Questions emerge, and I realise that if I were to indulge my curiosity and search for the answers, I would be left feeling vulnerable, shaken, and completely devastated.Somethings are best left unturned.As I draw close to Quenten’s office, my steps slow down when I hear him speaking to someone. “It’s been weeks since the mansion was attacked and my wife and abi’s lives were almost taken, Leo. I sent you on a mission to bring me the men who are responsible for the heinous act. Stu is sure the culprit is in the area you're searching." His voice is low, dark, and heavily coated with

Mia Yilmaz:I let out a sigh, attempting to quell the flutter of nerves within me as I gaze through the tinted window of the SUV, observing the blur of passing cars while Niko brings the vehicle to a halt. Kai leans forward in the front passenger seat, his gaze scanning our surroundings as far as his eyesight can see before he exits the vehicle. Vibrant and vivid lights pierce through the inky darkness of the night sky, casting a radiant glow as the city awakens, teeming with the energetic pulse of nightlife surrounding us.Quenten had asked me to accompany him to a dinner meeting he had with the Greek mafia lord, Leonidas. At first, I wanted to decline, but then I thought about it a bit more and decided I would join him. Being cooped up in the apartment is driving me crazy with cabin fever. I’m tired of staring out the same windows and at the same pristine walls. It’s been two long weeks, and a bit of fresh air and a change of scenery will be good for my mental health.It also beats

Mia Yilmaz:My heart is still racing, and the sound of gunshots being fired still rings loudly in my ears. Inhaling through my nostrils and releasing my breath through my mouth, I try to think of anything else but the memory that brings back the horror-infused night when my family was assassinated.When I allow myself to indulge in the tragic events, envy, hatred, regret, and confusion implant themselves in the depths of my soul, turning my heart to stone and reminding me that I don’t deserve to be happy.Especially with Quenten Yilmaz.I place my hands over my grumbling stomach as I watch the nightlife of the city pass us by, through the tinted window. Dinner was cut short after the chaos that ensued when I followed Regan to the women’s restroom.When I walked through the door, Regan was standing in front of the large mirror, staring at her reflection with a blank expression on her face and her mind elsewhere. With gentle care, I approached her and offered her a warm, rolled cotton h

Mia Yilmaz:I… am… kissing… Quenten.And he is kissing me back, matching my hunger like a starved animal ravaging its prey.This kiss is nothing like the one we shared days ago. He’s not kissing me because I asked him to. No, Quenten Yilmaz, the Turkish blood diamond kingpin, is kissing my psychotic ass, matching my fervor, and I don’t know why. Especially after the way I have treated him.I've hurled harsh words at him, aiming to inflict more pain on him than on myself.He has been nothing but patient and gentle with me. The moment I lost my shit by using him as my whipping board, he should have put me out on my ass. These past few weeks have left me feeling anything but myself. One minute, I want him, and the next, I can’t stand him and want to hurt him the same way I am silently dying.My soul is screaming at me. She is ruined beyond recognition, and the last threads to keeping her sedated within me are starting to slip between my fingertips.My sanity feels like a ticking bomb abo