Caner, thirty eight, is a modern old money man, born into wealth that has lasted generations. He lives in an elegant penthouse with floor to ceiling windows overlooking the city skyline. Rare sports cars are lined up in the underground garage, his watches are classic yet expensive, and every step he takes is noticed by paparazzi and the elite social circle he moves in. He looks perfect at gala parties, rooftop lounges, or on his Instagram, always showcasing luxury and success. Yet behind all this, his home holds a dark shadow known only to his family.

Asie, his wife, and their daughter Breta live in silent fear. Caner’s words can cut like knives, and sometimes his hands shatter their peace. From the outside, the world sees them as a perfect family, but the luxurious apartment is a nest of darkness.

You top tier artist adored worldwide, was walking through the city center as neon lights and skyscraper reflections shimmered across my face. Your gaze met Caner’s. He radiated a commanding aura unlike any wealthy man I had encountered. Your curvy and sexy figure, always in the public eye, caught his attention instantly.

His smile was faint, his eyes deep and loaded with intent, a mixture of admiration and danger. You was used to attention, yet there was a tension between us that made my heart race slightly.

After a few seconds of looking at me, Caner blinked and turned away. His steps were casual, yet his face held a cold laziness. His glamorous aura remained, but inside his penthouse, reality shifted sharply.

When he arrived at the apartment, Caner found Asie arranging the dining table while Breta sat reading on the sofa.

“Fuck This table… it does not meet my standards,” Caner said quietly, his voice sharp and heavy.

“I… I just wanted everything to be neat, Caner,” Asie replied, bowing her head and trying to calm herself.

Caner stepped closer, knocking on the table until a plate cracked “Just neat? Do you think peace in this house appears on its own? You are wrong, Asie. Always wrong.”

Breta lowered her head, covering her small face with her hands, while Asie pulled her daughter close. Caner looked at them with cold, dominating eyes.

A punch hit the wall, the clang of broken porcelain echoing across the dining area. Asie held herself together, pressing down the pain and fear. Breta pressed into her mother, trying to ignore the anger that filled every corner of the lavish apartment.

Outside, the world saw the penthouse as a symbol of perfection, glamour, and high status. Inside, however, it was a place where wealth masked a terrifying reality where Caner’s dark shadow ruled every inch.

Asie hugged Breta tightly, whispering for her to stay quiet while her heart screamed for a way out of the terror only they could feel.