Todos los capítulos de Blood Fued: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Quenten Yilmaz:As I tilt my head from side to side, I seek to ease the tight grip around my neck, as if it has been caught in a relentless vice. As the priest stands beside me, his bible open and the rosary entwined in his hand, the weight of my new reality crashes down on me, overwhelming and disorienting, as if a freight truck has just barrelled into my world. My breath grows heavy as a feverish chill envelops me, making the world around me sway ever so slightly.A strong hand wraps firmly around my upper arm, and I turn my head to look at Stu, who is standing tall beside me as my best man. We both share a look that doesn’t need any words to express ourselves, and he nods his head, squeezing my upper arm.“Stand tall in front of your family, brother. Now is not the time to get cold feet.” Stu mutters beside me, loud enough for only me to hear. “I may not believe in what you are doing, but I support you and trust that you only have good intentions.”As I loosen the knot of my tie,

Quenten Yilmaz:“Sikkkmee! (fuucck!)” The harsh word is torn from my throat in a hushed tone when the tip of the envelope opener breaks through the layers of skin on my chest.She did it. My wife indeed attempted to end my life.I can't figure out how she ended up in my room or who let her in, but she ought to be in the room opposite mine, just as I had set up with Grace. You can only imagine my astonishment when I walked in to see her nearly wearing a path into the floorboards with those heels of hers. I had no true desires of forcing myself on her; all I wanted to do was royally fuck with her mind while she was here, but I would never have done so if I had known she was carrying a fucking weapon.I lower my gaze to her hand, still gripping the weapon with a fierce determination, while her body remains motionless, caught in a moment of absolute horror.My gaze drifts to her face; her eyes are shut tightly with her head turned away from her handiwork. I can sense that her intention wa

Quenten Yilmaz:I don’t know how long I have been driving or where I am going. The road is endless, and there are no shortcuts or detours. It's an ideal spot to help you unwind and find some clarity amidst the overwhelming challenges that often arise.Upon leaving the mansion this morning, my only thought was to escape quickly. It felt like the walls were trying to suffocate the life out of me. My babaanne won’t stop breathing down my neck like a maddening dragon, and my amca and kuzen make my skin crawl.I needed to get out of there.I need to find a quiet place so I can hear myself think clearly.Last night, I found myself unable to sleep at all. Every time I shut my eyes, my wife’s vibrant green irises lingered in my mind, gazing at me as if she could peer deep into my tormented soul. I can not deny that she is truly güzel (beautiful). She brings warmth and light into my life like nothing I have felt before, a presence I have dearly missed since my anne left this world. And boy, d

Mia Yilmaz:Breathing heavily, I force my eyelids open with a weak groan escaping between my trembling lips. I’m lying on the floor in a fetal position, feeling so cold I can’t stop myself from shaking. Did Ms. Audrey willingly throw me into the coldest room in the estate? It feels like a freezer in here.I lift my arms, cupping my hands together, and blow into them, hoping my breath will warm me up. As I do this, the tips of my fingers brush over my wedding ring. What would have been an easy task if I wasn’t freezing my tits off, I managed to yank it off my finger and toss it across the room. The small metal ring rolls across the wooden floorboard before it comes to a complete stop, hitting the door, and a small, silly, victorious smile tugs at my lips.Fuck the Yilmaz family.I don’t deserve to be treated like a low-life slave.The ink may still be wet on our marriage certificate, but a ring isn’t needed to symbolize our fake marriage, especially if I am to remain indoors at all time

Mia Yilmaz:I walk through the mansion, hyper-aware of my footsteps echoing off the floorboards, as it’s deathly silent around here. My husband had stopped by our room earlier to inform me that he would be stepping out for the evening. If I needed to reach him, Grace would contact him on my behalf, as I still don’t have a phone.When he left, I noticed that his uncle and cousin followed in separate vehicles after him. Not long after the men took their exit, I overheard Sonia explaining to Grace that she was accompanying Ms. Audrey to a fancy banquet on behalf of the Yilmaz family.It’s so quiet you could drop a pin and hear it bounce across the floor. The silence is deafening, and if I’m being honest, I’m not a huge fan of it. I come from a home where it’s rowdy with light banter and laughter, and that thought alone causes my heart to plummet into the pit of my stomach when I think about my siblings.I miss them deeply when I shouldn’t be thinking of them, wondering what they’re doing