تسجيل الدخول"Fuck.." I moan as my feverish skin makes me dizzy with lust. [Yes.] "Evet, Mila. You make me want to ravage you when I should be disgusted by the thought of even touching you." He mutters. "But I'm not. Instead, everything about you makes me mad with desire and I can not control it. God's, I tried to but I don't want to anymore." He removes his hand from the wall, wrapping his fingers around my jaw and he forces me to stare up at him. "You've already had a taste of me and one taste is all you get." I swallow loudly, throwing his words back at him. >>> When it comes to my prince charming, my life has been anything but a fairytale. The Esposito family robbed me of all I held dear to my heart. From the depths of my dignity to the depths of my son. I was living in continual terror; my body, as well as my trust and beliefs, were being exploited. Until one fateful day, I gained the strength to flee, dashing into an Irish bar and meeting a Turkish man. I stayed with him for the night before being compelled to return to the house of terrors. After being thrown down a flight of stairs 37 weeks later, I gave birth to my son. I knew who the father was the moment my son's gaze met mine, but I opted to keep it to myself. However, destiny had other plans for me, and I begged my son's biological father for protection as I fled the Italian mafia. We will work together to rescue our son and demolish their network, all while finding love along the way. My name is Mila Starkk, and this is my Screwed Up Love Story.
عرض المزيدCHAPTER-1
‘DONALD POV’
“ Sir Donald here’s the list of those person who killed your Mother "I looked at Jimbe when I heard him speak.
I couldn't stop gripping the mini glass full of whiskey that I’m holding because of my excessive restraint of anger while looking at the lists of people who killed my Mother, How do they live happily and peace despite the crime they did? What if I do that to the people they love in life? will they live happily and peacefully like today?
“Report to me all the details of where they go and what they do. "I said seriously, Jimbe immediately nodded at me before he stood up and put both hands in his pocket.
“Noted that Sir” Jimbe said and bowed before he turned his back to me and leave my office.
I stood up and walked to the window and looked at the tall buildings as well as the car lights, I used to dream of a prosperous and peaceful life, now that I have fulfilled my dream but not the peaceful one. I was in that position for a few more minutes before I wear my coat and left my office.
When I got out of the office I immediately saw my personnel standing on opposite sides of the road, they immediately bowed to pay their respects to me. I ignored them and continued to walk and entered the elevator. I pressed the button on the ground floor and a few minutes later the elevator opened indicating that we were on the ground floor.
Just like before my other personnel immediately bowed when they saw me coming out of the elevator, I walked to the exit gate and as soon as I saw one of the staff, it was Ben who bowed to me when I stopped in front of him. He greeted me then he gave me the key to my car.
I immediately got inside my car and I drove it fast to one of the favourite and expensive bars in our area. I parked it as soon as I arrived, I got out of my car and went straight to the entrance of the bar. The two muscular guards immediately gave way when they see me, Well I'm quite infamous that is why they respect me and they are afraid of me even the owner of this bar.
When I finally entered the bar, I immediately smelled the aroma of alcohol and cigarette smoke. I immediately looked for a seat and saw at the end of the counter there was a seat left. I walked over there and sat down, the bartender immediately came to me and asked what I wanted to drink.
“Just give me a Tequila “ I simply said the bartender nodded and started to mixing, I looked at the one next to me when it suddenly spoke.
“Hi? have you been drinking here for a long time? “When I looked at it, It was a woman, she was wearing a super fit red dress showing how well -shaped her body is that almost all men are head over heels at her. Well except me I don't find her charming or attractive it's really weird that even many women try to flirt me, still I don't find them attractive because for me they are disgusting. I still tried to have sex but only a few times because I hated it. Sometimes I just wonder if I'm really a straight man or not? but it's impossible that I'm not straight because even with men I feel the same way.
“Yeah” My short answer and I took the Tequila given by the bartender and I immediately swallowed it.
“Really? Then can you suggest me what drinks should I order ?. "The woman asked. I look at her and smirk, This woman is obviously hitting me but I have no interest in her.
“You know miss? You can just buy a fucking drink without disturbing me ok? I only just want to drink peacefully tonight ok? You obviously hitting me miss but, I don't have any interest in you. You are not even my type nor passed my standards. So just go fuckin lost "I said seriously the woman was surprised by what I said but she managed to smile to cover the embarrassment.
“Really? You want peace tonight? But why are you here at the bar? I just found out that the bar can be a peaceful place. All I know is that the people who come here are either they want to get wasted for their own personal reason or problems and the others they want to hangout here and have some fun. But you? You want to drink peacefully in this kind of place? Funny "the woman laughed and shook her head.
“Now you know that someone like that thinks the bar is a peaceful place. I just only want to drink peacefully tonight but you ruin it miss, what do you want me to do with you? Kill you right away or kill you slowly? Just choose.” I said and I look at her badly fear appeared on the woman's face so she immediately left her seat.
“Tsk that damn woman is really getting my nerves , she really ruined my peaceful night should I punish her? Or just let her alive? “ I can't help but talk to myself.
I looked at the stage when someone suddenly spoke.
“Hi good evening “ A not too tall man holding a guitar speak, but I don’t know why I’m like this , my heart started to beat faster by his angel voice.
“Umm I’m here to sing a song so, I hope all of you like it” The man said and he starting strumming his guitar. My attention was just focused on him and I couldn't quite imagine our eyes meet as he sang the first line.
“Gotta change my answering machine” the man sing the first line and I didn’t expect my heart to beat faster.
I just listened to the man sing until he finished while I was still stunned by him still unable to move on with his angel voice. I wonder who is that man? What is his name? Where does he live?
“Thank you I will going to sing a few song again “ The man said and then he smiled I immediately took a deep breath when he smiled damn! those smile many people are probably victims of that smile huh?
Like the man said, he sang a few songs and I finished all of them even though I had an important call, I ignored it so that I wouldn't miss his singing and movements. Why am I being like this? this is the first time I felt it! I have no idea what it is!
TWENTY-ONE YEARS LATER... "Where is Sandro?" I turn at the firm sound of my husband's voice, my nerves flutter in my stomach as I bite on my lower lip. "I believe he's in his room, dear," I state nervously. "Is he ready?" Aydem asks as he flicks out his hand and looks at his expensive gold watch. "He's still just a kid." "He's the heir to the throne of our family empire, and it's time for him to take his place." I look past his shoulder, shaking my head at our youngest daughter, Asli as she attempts to enter the living room. "I know. He was born for this and you have spent most of his life preparing him for it... But-" "But, you're his mother, and naturally you can't help but worry about his wellbeing." Aydem crosses the room, devouring the distance between us in no time and pulls me into his comforting arms. Twenty glorious years with this man hasn't diminished the power o
I lay motionless in our bed as I hear Aydem softly enter our room; he turns on the ensuite light, filling the room with a yellow glow before quietly closing the door behind him.The sound of cascading water sweeps through the room, I roll over and look at the time, it's six in the morning, and he's just stumbling through the door now.I throw back the duvet, swing my legs over the side of the bed and I open the door, leaning against the threshold as mists of condensation gather in the room."Good morning, dear," I utter, watching him through the glass screen as he lathers his body with soapHe comes to a halt for a split second, casting a glimpse over his shoulder before resuming his washing. "Günaydın, askim." [Goodmorning, my love.] He replies gruffly, placing the soap back onto the dish, he places his hands on the wall and bows his head as he lets the water wash away the sins he has committed.Sins on my behalf.
AYDEMs POV... I watch as my sassy wife exits the barn with a bounce to her step, and her perky ass swaying side to side. Gods! She has no idea of the internal frustration and hunger I battle with on the inside for her on a daily. Releasing a sigh that is heavy with animosity, I turn around to look at the work of art she's left behind on Castello's chest. I can't help but scrunch my nose, rubbing a hand over my own chest, as I can presently feel his agony. His head lulls side to side, and I step forward, kicking his leg with the tip of my shoe. "Oh, no you piece of bok! [shit!]. You can not pass out before the party has begun." I sneer, drawing my arm back, I drive it forward and slap him across the face with my open hand. The beautiful sound of flesh, hitting flesh, sweeps throughout the brightly lit barn. Internally, I grimace at the realisation that it is weirdly more gratifying to listen to, rather than the
Aydem and I walk hand in hand into the barn.Upon our arrival, we are greeted by Neriman who has Castello tied to a wooden chair. Blood spills from his fresh bullet wounds, as crimson liquid stains the hay that is randomly scattered across the ground.Castello grunts as he raises his head, new bruises in the shades of blue, purple and black as well as a cut lip mar his features. In my opinion, he deserves far worse and I have the perfect method that will have him screaming like a little bitch that hides beneath his cool, calm and collected demeanour.Neriman approaches us, and she begins to communicate with Aydem in their mother tongue. In the meantime, I take the pleasure to allow my eyes to continue observing the Italian scum in the vicinity. His usually pristine iron pressed attire is covered in filth and he is missing one of his extremely overpriced shoes.He still looks like a smug son of a bitch who would be a joy to break.
"That's right baby, take all of me." He growls.My eyes water, as I gasp, gag and moan.Struggling to breathe as he fills my mouth, undoubtedly giving every inch of himself to me. I take it all like a good wife that I desperately crave to be for him.I want him, I need eve
He doesn't say anything, instead, he closes his eyes shutting me out as he tries to deal with my outburst of anguish.I watch as he inhales and exhales deeply a few times before he finally peels back his eyelashes to look me in the eyes as he emotionally destroys me."I wa
I wait for the knife to make contact with my chest and pierce my heart, which is hammering relentlessly. My rapid breathing drowns out the sounds in my immediate vicinity.I feel Trent's body leave mine.The weight of my troubles is abruptly lifted from my torso and I can take m
He shoots up out of his seat, chuckling as he looks down at me. "Funny!" He exclaims. Standing, I grab the picture off the table and I hold it out towards him. "Take a look, Aydem." I plea. The sound of his laughter quickly fades, the look of amusement on his face, diminishes


















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