"I love you, okay?" ... her voice broke as she stared up at Nur's face. His eyes widened, chest tightening as he stared back at her, at the magnitude of her words. Tears clung to Ayse's lashes, his wife who he supposedly contract married. From the very first day they locked eyes, he loved her but not even for a second, he would have thought she would fall for him. This was Deniz Hakan Nur--The sole heir to the multibillion-dollar company, he who built empires with his bare hands. He had ice in his veins and ruled with an iron fist. Men trembled under his gaze; women drove to him.
A man whose ears were deaf to the pleadings of many. Some called him a bastard, and for some he was just their "son"
His father, Emre Yunus Nur, handed him the keys to the Nur's estate. Well pleased and trusted that his son will continue his reign. After the ceremony, his mother had come to him.
Conversing to him on state matters and the "future"
"How his job wasn't only proceeding his father's company but to also produce an heir"
Nur stared at his mother's unreadable face; he shook his head and sternly rejected even a thought on such matters.
Though months passed. One faithful night, he received the news.
"Mr. Hakan, your mother has passed away"
Nur was left heartbroken; he fled from U.K and quickly arrived at Istanbul via his private jet.
The car clicked opened as he made his way in the magnificent "Nur estate"
Where he would find his "relatives" people who he had lost connection to the day his parents married. They weren't well off back then yet lived happily.
He paid them no mind and walked towards the center where his mom's coffin was.
Clutching around the coffin, tears sprung out. His mother, the only one who he could rest his head on the shoulders, lazily talk about his day. She had left him.
The funeral has ended. Meanwhile Nur sat at his study, blue eyes flickering under the warm glow. Just then--the door to his study clicked as then entered, Ali Demir, his father's advisor, now his. The silver-haired man walked to him, hands clutching at piles of documents. The man then conversed to him on the future and that to attain his will, he must marry. Nur's face turned pale, marriage--A chapter that he had closed long ago. Ali continued, "the bride had also been selected" His jaw flexed as he stared back at the ceiling, "Did you...? Ali shook his head, "I wouldn't dare... if it wasn't the very own wish of your late mother" Nur sighed, a part of him was uninterested and the other part? merely curious to who it was? Ali continued, the bride is from one of the Kaplan family branches. "Who...is it? Nur's voice came out, flustered. Ali's mouth parted,
"Ayse Azra Yildiz" Nur's eyes widened, his chest tightened.
To be continued>>>>>>>>>>