Masuk“My love… do you truly want to withdraw the case against Noah?” Selin asked softly, her fingers brushing over the back of Fabi’s hand where it rested on the hospital bed. Her voice was gentle, but underneath lay all the anger and hurt she still carried—for what Noah had done, for the lies that had festered between them for so long.Fabi turned his hand to lace his fingers through hers, his grip warm but heavy with uncertainty. “My love… that is not a decision I can make alone,” he replied quietly, his gaze drifting to the window where pale Antalya sunlight filtered through the glass. “It never was.”“After everything?” Selin’s voice trembled, just a little, as all the old pain rose to the surface. “He is your brother, yes—but he almost killed you. I pressed those charges because I hated him for it. I hated that he tried to take you away from me before we even had the chance to be together.”Fabi shifted closer, lifting his free hand to brush strands of hair away from her face, his t
The morning sun streamed bright and warm through the tall windows of Selin’s bedroom, yet her heart had been heavy and restless since dawn. She moved about the room with quick, practiced hands brushing her hair, changing into fresh clothes, checking her bag twice—every motion driven by one single, burning thought: to get back to Fabi’s side. She had barely slept, haunted by images of him lying still and pale in the hospital bed, fighting for breath, fighting for his life. Just as she was about to step out the door, her phone buzzed sharply in her hand.Her fingers trembled as she unlocked the screen. It was a message from Caleb, short but electric He’s awake. He’s talking. He’s waiting for you.A sudden, overwhelming rush of joy surged right up from her chest to her throat, hot and sweet and full of relief. Tears pricked instantly at the corners of her eyes not from sadness, but from sheer, overwhelming gratitude. She didn’t waste another second. She rushed out of the house, her foo
The silence in the private hospital ward hung thick, broken only by the steady beep of heart monitors and the faint rustle of starched sheets. Fabi shifted slowly against the pillows, every movement sending a dull throb through his ribs, his eyes fixed on the figure stepping out of the shadows near the door.“What do you want?” he asked, his voice barely more than a whisper—raw, cracked from disuse, and sharp with exhaustion.Rach smiled, a slow, knowing curve of her lips as she crossed the room and settled herself lightly on the very edge of his bed, her posture relaxed but her eyes sharp, assessing every flicker of emotion on his pale face.“I never thought someone like you would fall in love with a lowlife woman like Selin,” she said, her tone light, almost conversational, as if she were commenting on the weather rather than mocking the woman Fabi would have given his life to protect. She tilted her head, feigning genuine confusion. “But why? That’s what I can’t quite work out.”F
“Me—crazy?” Rach threw her head back and laughed, the sound shrill and bitter. “How dare you say that to me, Noah? I was the one sitting by your bedside, tending to you day and night while you lay in that hospital bed—and this is how you repay me? You are utterly hopeless. Heartless down to your very bones.”“Enough, son,” Alicia hissed, cutting him off before he could speak another word. Her gaze locked with Selin’s, burning with unmasked revulsion and venomous resentment. “None of this is Rach’s doing.”“No,” Noah echoed hollowly, his voice raw. “It was never her fault.”“Stop acting so pathetic and desperate,” Alicia snapped, turning her scorn fully on Selin. “This is all your doing—yours alone. You’re nothing but a witch vicious, scheming, and utterly despicable.”“Me?” Selin let a cold, mocking smile curve her lips. “How, exactly, is this my fault?”“Your son nearly beat my fiancé to death,” Selin said, her tone level and unflinching. “My fiancé, Fabi Grimes. And I am here t
The numbers on Fabi’s medical monitors ticked upward, steady and bright, a quiet testament to his slow, stubborn recovery. Hour by hour, day by day, his vitals strengthened the shadow of danger that had hung over him began to recede, chased away by expert care and the fierce, unyielding will to survive that burned in his chest. Meanwhile, just one floor below, Noah Miller had been formally discharged from the hospital—but not to the comfort of his home, nor to the protection of his family’s name. Uniformed officers were waiting the moment he stepped beyond the ward doors, handcuffs closing cold and unforgiving around his wrists before he could even draw a full breath. There was no fanfare, no mercy, no delay. He was marched straight toward the exit, the harsh glare of waiting patrol cars cutting through the hospital’s sterile calm.All the way, Noah twisted against his restraints, his voice cracking as he begged pleaded for one single chance to speak to Selin. To look her in the eye.
The next day, Selin stepped through the heavy iron gates of the detention center, her movements unhurried, her head held high. She had not come here to plead, not to gloat not exactly. She had come to see for herself what had become of the two women who had spent years grinding her into the dirt, who had stolen, lied, and destroyed everything she had ever held dear, thinking they would never face a single consequence.When the guard led her into the visiting booth, her eyes found them instantly. Alicia and Rach sat side by side behind the thick glass, both clad in the drab, bright orange uniforms that stripped away every trace of their wealth, their status, the fine silks and expensive jewels they had once flaunted to make her feel small. Their hair was pulled back roughly, no stylists to smooth it into perfect waves their faces were bare, no makeup to hide the dark circles, the tight lines of anger and humiliation etched deep into their skin. For years they had presented themselves
“Hi, I’m Noah Miller, and this is my fiancée, Rach Jayem. We’re here to discuss a collaboration with Grimes Med,” Noah announced to the receptionist, his voice carrying the practiced ease of a man used to being heard.The receptionist didn’t look up from her monitor. “I’m sorry, Mr. Miller, but yo
One week had crawled by like a lifetime. When the discharge papers were finally signed, Selin walked out of the hospital alone. During those seven days of recovery, the silence in her room had been deafening. There were no visits from Noah, no flowers, and no home-cooked meals. She had survived on
The hospital hallways smelled of sterile salt and panic. Noah paced the floor outside the emergency wing, his expensive suit stained with Rach’s blood and the grime of the road. His hands trembled—not from the cold, but from the terror of losing the only woman he had ever truly wanted.Behind the d
Selin prepared Noah’s favorite meal, carefully packing it into containers and ensuring every detail was perfect. She drove to his office, her heart light with the hope of finally sharing the news of her pregnancy. But as she reached his door, she heard voices drifting from inside—Noah and Rach."N







