3rd person POV:The moment Krsto’s words reached his ears, he was afraid of how that would affect the situation he was in. Hence, Erdem’s eyes frantically searched for hers. And when he found her, the look of betrayal that had filled her browns, crushed him. Erdem took a step towards her as her feet trembled and she leaned back. But the distance between them was too big for him to close and that distance only grew when she started to run for the exit. He wanted to follow her, but his father already had his arms around his shoulders and the wolves started to congratulate him. Soon she disappeared from his field of view. Her scent got buried by the heavy smell of booze and perfumes as well. The moment he got a chance, he grabbed Sigrún’s arm and pulled her out of the ballroom.Erdem shoved her into the nearest vacant room and shut the door behind him. His fingers agitatedly ran through his hair as he paced around the room.He abruptly stopped to face Sigrún, “Let me ask you this.” He pa

“Got anything yet?” Erdem asked as he folded up his shirt sleeve.“He continually refuses to speak,” Nikola answered solemnly.“Cut off his meals. Only water, once a day.”“Understood.”“Any trace of, Nesta?” He asked, hoping there will at least be some information that could lead him to her.“Nothing.” Nikola gave him the same answer. Nothing. He has been hearing that same word for the last two weeks. A word he came to despise the most in the whole entire world.Erdem walked down the spiral stone stairs of the dungeon, with Beta Nikola on his toe. Their heavy boots resounded in the darkness of the cells. The blazing torches on the stone walls cast a dancing light upon the tomb. He breathed the air that reeked of blood and fear. The cries of tortured souls assailed his ears. Yet, he paid no heed to them. For he had grown used to the cries and the begging. Erdem reached the lowest level of the pit. Where rows of cells are lined up along the wall. He scanned them with his keen and pierc

He was chained to the wall, his face bruised and bloody. His healing abilities couldn’t keep up with the amount and severity of the wounds. Also, Erdem’s men didn’t allow him even a second to heal. Erdem entered the cell, he settled into a worn wooden chair, its groaning protest a symphony of the torturous history that permeated the chamber. The prisoner's gaze followed his every move, an unsettling blend of anticipation and sadistic delight. Erdem’s man stepped forward, their faces hardened as they forced the prisoner forward, his chains clinking ominously. His eyes glinted with a twisted satisfaction, relishing the agony he had inflicted upon him.The killer wore a sinister smirk, devoid of any remorse. “So, you've come to confront the monster within me? How thrilling.” His voice dripped with a chilling indifference as if revelling in the darkness he had created inside him.“A monster. That’s right. A fitting name for you.” His voice steady, carried an undertone of sombre determinat

From his vantage point, Erdem watched as Nesta’s smile, genuine and vibrant, graced her lips. Her laughter, like delicate music, danced through the air, captivating everyone in its wake. It was a mesmerizing sight, yet it stirred within him a profound longing. He yearned to bridge the gap that separated them, to approach her with open arms and whisper the words that had echoed through his restless mind all night. But a silent conflict raged within Erdem's soul. He understood that love meant allowing the other person to find their own happiness, even if it meant relinquishing his own desires. He knew that true love required selflessness, and at this moment, he found himself torn between the two. The conflicting emotions entwined like vines, intertwining his heart and mind in an intricate dance.From his distant vantage point, Erdem continued to observe Nesta, his eyes fixated on her every move. He marvelled at the delicate grace with which she handled each flower, her touch imbuing the

For the following few days, my yearnings to see him again consumed my thoughts. I longed for just one more encounter, a chance for him to lay his eyes upon my…our son, to witness the striking resemblance between them. I yearned for him to see how our child inherited his every feature—his face, his smile, and those mesmerising blue eyes. But he never came. The hope I held onto faded, replaced by the harsh reality of his absence. Perhaps he had returned to his own family, the one he had chosen. Did he now have a son of his own, inheriting his father's prestigious title? I wonder how Anxo is doing. I still haven’t apologised for leaving without a goodbye. I wonder how Vesna has been. Could she manage the garden on her own, or had she found someone else to assist her? And Andjela, I prayed that she remained safe and healthy, free from any troubles that may have come her way.Lost in these swirling thoughts, I closed my small shop earlier than usual. It was only afternoon, yet somehow, I h