My Husband , My Kidnapper

Chapter 11 ➾ Musa meets Melek.

Kenan clapped his hands, smirking over at Melek. "It's show time."

With that Mahir produced a remote from his jacket pocket and pushed a button. Melek turned back, completely confused to what was going. There was a man that looked in his mid-thirties that had a black hair and green eyes she couldn't help but wonder why did Kenan brought her here just to see this.

"Salam, Musa." Kenan smirked, this usually cocky tone evident.

"Ergenç." Musa replied, his face remaining neutral and unmoving.

"You're looking good, Old man, I must say." Kenan said sarcastically. "The last couple of years have been great for you."

"Cut the crap, Little boy." Musa snapped. "What do you want?"

"I want what you owe my family." He replied, all humor gone.

Musa's eyes narrowed before a small laugh escaped him. "After What your family has been throw all these years and you still think that you're going to get that back?"

"Oh, I know I'm going to get that back."

Both men stared at each other, neither one making a sound or movement.

"Kenan," Musa sighed, irritated. "What happened to your mother and sisters happened years ago and it was your own fault. Let it go."

Kenan could feel the heat rising in his face at the mention of his mother and sisters. How dare he say that ! After everything that Musa had done to his family ! Kenan tried to relax his expression, letting a smirk curl on the corners of his mouth.Musa  may have felt all big and clever for using the mention of them against him, but Kenan had one better.

"Funny you should say that." Kenan jeered. "Because it looks like history is going to be repeating itself."

With that he snapped his fingers. Mahir grabbed Melek's arm and hurled her to her feet. Her legs were still numb from the drug so when Mahir threw her in Kenan's direction, she stumbled and fell but Kenan caught her effortlessly. A shriek escaped her as he tightened his grip on her waist, spinning her around so that her back was pressed against his muscular chest and she was facing the camera. Ya Allah...

"Musa meet Daughter Melek" Kenan stated effortless.

Melek stared at the man on the screen, watching as his face shifted between a look of shock, fear before finally setting on a look of pure hatred.Kenan chuckled behind her, carefully gathering her hair over her shoulder so that his chin was rested there.

"W-what..?" Musa whispered, unable to believe that this was actually happening.

"I know, you thought that your little baby girl , little Melek was dead." Kenan purred, loving that he finally had the upper hand in this. " Kerem had kidnapped her nine years ago by an order from my father to teach you a lesson about killing someone else family member and he planned on killing her but one of his men took her , Kerem and he betrayed my family but when I found her nine years later sitting all alone in a house by herself, I just couldn't resist taking her."

Melek was still stunned, completely heartbroken in seeing the look on Musa's eyes. Was this her father? She wanted to scream and cry and curl up into a little ball on the floor just to pretend this was all a bad dream. It had to be!

Musa couldn't think straight and he didn't believe what Kenan had told him , it was impossible that his daughter was still alive after all their search for three hole years and the police had informed them that there daughter was dead and they had a body in there hands.

but still he couldn't deny that those eyes, those green eyes reminded him alot of his long lost daughter , those eyes and that face.. it was her , there was no denying this.