**Strictly for adults** HANA You don't fall in love with your enemy. If you do, then, be prepared to embrace their dark side and welcome their secrets. Because you don't know them like you know your friends. I left a man at the altar just to fall in love with his brother. We have nothing in common but our damaged soul. It is cruel how you can love a person like that only to find out that it was forbidden, all the way long, and you were forced to fall apart by fate. Our tragic pasts paved way for our beautiful future until his secrets were revealed. I never fit in his world, no one could ever; for he was born to kill, to bring death. From enemies to lovers, hating to loving, strangers to family, then to complete strangers, Hana and Bash are all you need. Their love will make your heart warm, they make you laugh, and their distance makes you cry. Find out more about their forbidden romance. **No incest**
View MoreHANA "Don't you dare?" I warned him. Bash snickered at me and continued doing his very annoying job, measuring my body with his hand. "Three," He cheered, pressing his thumb between the valley of my breasts, eliciting a shaky breath from my body. "Four," He says, his thumb pressing my belly button. I smacked his hand away, making him chuckle. He moved my top aside despite my attempts to get his hand away from my skin. His touch, warm and safe spread across my waist. I sucked a breath, momentarily closing my eyes before I was reminded of what had happened. "You refused me," I snapped, turning my head to glare at him. The way Bash propped himself upon his elbow, his head resting on his palm as he casually slid his hand across my waist carefully so that he wouldn't touch the bruise on my side made me feel fuzzy inside. The butterflies came alive. "You refused me," I murmured, pouting at the ceiling. When was the last time I pouted? Never. Bash sure
HANA Alessandro and Vincenzo ignored me for the next thirty minutes as the men discussed who might have attacked us. Bash said that they are not accustomed to women taking part in MEN'S BUSINESS. I wonder in which century do they think they are living in. They don't like my presence, and Bash doesn't give a shit about what they liked or not. Still, I feel odd. It's not just men's business. It's a criminal's business. I should definitely not be a part of it. But wherever Bash is, I will be there. There is one word that circulated throughout the conversation- The Matrix. Is it a mob, an organisation or just a person? I have no idea. It was the footsteps from the other room that halted the men's discussion. Matias walked out, trying to fix his broken glasses. He looked around cautiously before his eyes settled on me. "Hana," He cried, running towards me. I opened my arms to catch him, wincing a little when he held me tight. "Thank god, you are fine," I murmured into
HANA I was pushing and pulling; hitting him on his chest, pushing him away while leaning into him more to deepen the kiss and tightening the hold of my legs around my waist. He groaned into my mouth as he pulled back for a second to put me down on the bed. I reached out to his shirt, unbuttoning it, franticly. His lips find mine once again as he undid the remaining buttons. I peeled off his shirt. The sight of chest hair, his sculpted abs, and the erratic rhythm of his heart under my hand brought memories I keep hidden in my heart. He was mine. I was his. I hadn't realised it then. We truly belonged to each other, and I wasted most of my time on work and overthinking. Just one chance, I will cherish every moment I get to spend my time. "I missed you," He murmured against my neck. "I missed you every fucking second. You have no idea how torturous it was to see you in the same room and not be able to have you in my arms." He held my chin, pulling me to him
BASH Dion informed me that Romero, Alessandro's right hand had left his little brother alone at a park. It's something that will make Alessandro want to break a leg. That kid has a tact for running away from his brothers. It's another broken family. Something is fishy. "Is there anyone who looks suspicious around the park?" I asked Dion through the speaker while I set my GPS to the park. "Nothing as of now. But..." His voice trailed off before he cleared his throat. "There is a marathon going on in the city and the crowd will reach the park in another ten minutes. Something is not right." I knew it dammit. "Take Miss. Levine and Matias to a secluded place. I will be there in ten." I ordered him. My heart started to pound hard inside my chest. Alex's men are good. They will keep her safe. But the nibbling sensation won't go away. Whatever was eating at me came true the moment I stepped out of my car near the park. There was a lot of smoke, and I kne
BASH I hate that look; the look of hope, of spring and future. I hate it when she did that. Because I have to crush it and stomp it down. She didn't put up a fight this time. She left suddenly, and slowly. I slumped down into my chair, looking outside the city with a very dark future awaiting me. This should be supposed to be a victory. She left. I should be at ease. I should tell myself how fucking safe it was for her now that she is out of the picture. But my heart wants something else. It raced when she stood outside the elevator, holding her things. I was expecting another fight, another painting, another Don't-do-this-Bash dialogue. She might have expected a grand don't-go gesture from me. I knew that flicker in her eyes when she hoped for something good. But she and I were never good. I gave her a nod, watching that little flame of hope dying, and she hung her head to go back. "Hana is gone," Dhalia informed me as soon as she walked into my office. "She left a n
HANA My phone vibrated for the thirteenth time, and for the thirteenth time, I hoped it was Bash even though I knew it was not possible. I shouldn't hope for it. I should not go to him again. I should not meddle in his life again. WE ARE OVER. I know we are over. Then why am I looking at my mobile as though he burst out of it and hoping for him to call more than ever? I don't want to get out of my bed. I just lay, staring at the ceiling. His watch will never sit on my bedside table. His shirts won't lie in my closet anymore. I could never smell his scent anywhere. I have been there. I have seen it all. I am afraid of it. I am afraid of going back to the world where Bash and I broke up. We weren't together before. At least, I knew we had a chance. I knew he loved me. I knew he wanted me. Now it's all in the past. What do I do now? The thought of going through this separation all over again made my heart sink. How much time will I take now? How do I move past this afte
BASH "Thousand euros. That's a cat's shit." "Two thousand euros. That's cow dung." "Three....." "Shut the fuck up," I yell at the two brothers who were so engrossed in betting on the new painting Hana bought with the money she stole from me. She is getting better at this. The breach wasn't identified after three minutes not before. I asked my team to back down before they shut further access for her just so I could see what kind of painting she would buy this time. The grosser the painting was, the angrier Hana was. It's a dick move. I knew it. She is letting me walk all over her. She is not backing down. And the painting was delivered to the private club. Celia might have told her where to find me. But the worst part is, Alex and his brother betting on what that shit was on the canvas. As if I don't have enough shit going on in my life. "I am going to ask Alessandro to kill you both," I warned them. The chances of me asking Alessandro for a fa
HANA Bash gritted his teeth and cursed under his breath. He looked away for a split second. Again, his eyes are on me. His gaze was hard, intense and something felt like longing flickered in his stare. He looked away again. Just for a second. His jaw tightened when I finally reached his car. I gave him my best girly smile. "Thank you." "I didn't say anything." His voice was plain, emotionless as if he wasn't affected after he saw me. "You don't have to," I winked at him. He scowled at me when I whirled to show him my attire. "Where is the dress on the back?" The old Bash wouldn't have cared. Because he put a stamp on me and made it obvious that I belonged to him. He can't do this now, especially when he thinks that we are better off without each other. But he will care. I will make sure of it. I helped myself into the car. Of course, the driver opened the door, and Bash spent a decent amount of time before he got in. Poor guy. I pity him al
HANA I caressed Seb's head gently. He fell asleep on my chest after playing for the whole day. How is that even possible? He couldn't even sit without our support. At least, not yet. But we played a lot, and I felt so exhausted by the time he was asleep. "Put him in the cradle, Hana. You have to eat." Shalini reminded me for the fifth time. I shook my head, not wanting to miss the feel of Seb sleeping on me. God, I miss him. I miss his toothless grin and little coos. "Hana," Shalini started to lose her cool now. I better move my ass. I reluctantly put him in the crib and walked into the kitchen. I flew to Istanbul on Saturday morning right after the night when Bash asked me to leave one more time and made clear that my being there was not helping him. I wasn't angry with the way he left the things and walked away. I started to realise that he was speaking the truth, and it hurt more than anything. Instead of going after him and pulling silly stunts, I f
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