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Emir Yurt, a 28 year-old rugged farm guy, who wanted nothing but to buy bread and butter for his family. His life turned upside down when 23 Year-old Noor Yilmaz, a spoiled heiress, arrived at her grandfather's farmhouse for the summer.

It was not love at first sight but hate at first sight but as tensions simmered, unexpected desires began to ignite between them. But soon, the fairytale came crashing down, turning Emir's life into a living hell.

He would never be the same boy again. His world was thrown into chaos-and the reason behind it would be Noor Yilmaz.

There was another, always in the background. A girl like a sigh. Sofia Kurt, only 18, stood just beyond the frame. Too young to interfere, too quiet to count.

Her love was not returned. It was not even noticed.

But it was unconditional.

She didn't need Emir to look at her. She didn't need him to love her back. If being in his life meant she had to bleed quietly, she would.

Because while Emir played with fire, Sofia was the flame he never saw coming.

This is a story of revenge, regret and unconditional love.

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Age-gap

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"What are you wearing, HUH" Emir shouted.

His gaze dropping to the short dress clinging to her frame. Her pale skin shinning with the red dress.

Soon his hand was around the delicate neck of her.

"Who told you to wear this short dress. You wanna be a whore. You know how those fucking men were looking at you. LOOKING AT WHAT IS MINE. FUCKING HELL" Then, his fist slammed into the wall beside her, the sound echoing like a threat.

"I... I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice trembling. She knew how quickly his anger could twist into something darker. She didn't wanted to summon that monster now.

Emir's jaw clenched, his breathing ragged. "Fucking sorry?" he spat. "You think that bastard wasn't ready to drag you into a corner the moment I turned my back?"

He grabbed her chin roughly, tilting her face up to meet his. She rose slightly on her toes under the force of his grip, her wide eyes searching his for some sign of restraint—but there was none.

"Or Were you trying to seduce someone else?" he hissed.

She shut her eyes, not daring to speak, not daring to breathe.

His grip tightened a fraction. "Don't make me angrier than I already am. This is your last warning. Next time—" his voice dropped, venomous, "I'll tear that dress off you and fuck you infron of everyone"

She nodded her head slowly, accepting her defeat. She always did that—lowered her eyes, silenced her voice—just to calm him, to make him happy, or at least, less angry.

He was not like this before. Betrayal had hardened him and his past had changed him.

He was cruel—and the cruelest of all to her.

And all she ever did... was love him.

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This is the story of a boy who became a man far too soon—thrust into the shadows of the underworld, with blood on his hands and a storm in his chest.

What was his crime? He fell in love.

And for that, he paid a price too cruel to name. His name was dragged through dirt. His family cast in shame.

But he came back as a king.

King of mafia.

Where once they whispered behind his back, now they knelt at his feet.

Love made him bleed.

Now he hated love the most.

It was weakness. A weapon. A lie wrapped in a beautiful face. He had buried the boy who believed in it—and what rose in his place was a man forged in fire, built for vengeance.