Manolya’s POVWith the family reunited, I stood in the very same grand ballroom where Kayhan had originally proposed to me, the familiar, towering crystal chandeliers casting a warm, fractured light over the polished marble floor.Kayhan’s hand rested securely around my waist, holding me firm against his side as if he still couldn’t quite believe we had both made it out of that necropolis alive.Everyone had come to celebrate our formal engagement.It was a beautiful, intimate gathering, just our closest friends and family.I wore a breathtaking burgundy red dress, beautifully embellished with intricate lace, paired with sleek gloves.A sterling silver tiara, decorated with diamonds, rubies, and pearls, rested perfectly on my head, while my hair was curled into a sweet, soft updo that framed my features.“Look at them all,” Kayhan whispered into my ear, his breath warm against my neck as the orchestra began to play a soft, sweeping tune. “You are mine now. I’ll take care of you and sp
Last Updated : 2026-05-31
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