Betrayal To Bliss

||An unknown threat||

Sanem stared at Jan, her eyes filled with uncertainty. "I... I think baba should have given the money to Emre," she stammered, her throat suddenly dry. She watched as Jan's expression shifted, a flash of anger passing across his face as he changed his shirt.

"Do you not want me to give rest to your body?" His words sent a shiver down Sanem's spine, making her flustered. Without another word, she rose from her seat and hurried to the bathroom to change.

When she returned, Sanem began her nightly routine, smoothing creams and lotions onto her skin. Suddenly, Jan appeared behind her, his hands grasping the knots of her dress, slowly fastening them up. Sanem couldn't help but smile at the way he was looking at her, his gaze both inviting and intense.

"Emre is spoilt. He wastes money on things he has no idea about," Jan purred, his voice low and close to her ear. He turned Sanem to face him, his fingers playing with the strands of her hair. "Pack your things."

"For what?" Sanem whispered, her lips mere inches from his.

"Our honeymoon," Jan replied, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Baba has booked our flights."

Sanem's heart raced with excitement and anticipation. This was all so sudden, but the thought of being alone with Jan, exploring the world together as newlyweds, sent a thrill through her. She reached up, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw, and smiled.

"Then let's get packing."

Jan pouted before nibbling the tip of her nose, "Before that, don't you think we should practice?"

Sanem glanced at him with her doe eyes, "What?"

"Are you really that innocent?" he replied, pulling her closer. "We should practice what we are going to do on our honeymoon. So that the results would be excellent."

Sanem chuckled as Jan carried her to the bed. She said, "But you said for me to pack the bags! If you do this, how will I..."

He placed a finger on her lips. He gulped, tracing her thin, sweet lips with his finger before placing a chaste kiss on them. "Then don't pack. We will buy things when we go there."

Sanem looked at him with anticipation as he gently laid her back, mounting over her figure as she closed her eyes. Their hands intertwined as they reveled in each other's scent.

It was nearly 3:30 am and Sanem slept soundly, wrapped beneath the sheets. Jan, however, was still awake, watching her with an unreadable expression. He was captivated by her, giving her the best moments of her life. Yet, he knew that sooner or later, she would fall into the depths of an abyss - an abyss he had unknowingly created.

Jan himself was so deeply entangled in his feelings for Sanem that he could no longer find a way to break free. He took out his phone and made a call, his eyes still fixated on her as he grazed her hair.

The next morning, Sanem woke up in a delightful mood. As she looked at Jan, she noticed his reddened eyes and was a bit surprised. "Are you angry?" she asked.

Jan took a moment to compose himself and replied, "Not really, just some addictions that did it."

"You are an addict?" Sanem gasped, worry etched on her face.

Jan replied with a cheeky smile, "Am I not addicted to you?"

Sanem rolled her eyes, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. They got ready and made their way to the car, the air between them light and playful, despite the underlying tension.

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Aiyleen stared down at the agreement, her brow furrowed in disgust. The terms that Fabri had laid out were utterly vile - he would help her secure the coveted top advertising award, but only if she sent the most beautiful models from her agency to sleep with him.