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The bright afternoon sun scorched Istanbul below.

The roar of the car was dulled when it drove through the gate, which closed with a creak behind Fehrat and his “bride”

When everything calmed down, Fehrat let go of the steering wheel with a slight sound, like a half-moo or half-sigh, looking out of the front window at the vast courtyard of their family villa. At some point, two dark eyes glanced sideways at Asli, sitting next to her with an empty, slightly tear-stained face. And then Fehrat’s calm, serious voice came, laced with a subtle threat.

—“You better fumble your words before you start talking to my family.”

He was silent for a second, not hearing an answer, and then demanded.

—“Look into your eyes.”

Meeting the empty, sad, angry gaze of green eyes, Fehrat clarified.

—“Do you understand? I'll tell you everything myself later. Let's go."

And without giving a choice, he opened the car door and jumped out.