Chapter 11The journeyGiuliaThat rude, vulgar boss of mine didn't even thank me for what I'd done. He just walked out of my office, leaving me in a deplorable state after talking loudly to me. I was afraid that I was in Turkey, a country I didn't know, that I didn't speak the language and that he was going to be rude to me. How was I going to get home? I didn't even have the money for my return ticket, because everything was his responsibility. I decided that I needed to think about my work first and foremost and started drafting Mr. Alberto's document. That man deserved a break from all the trouble those companies were putting him through. Lunchtime had arrived and I saw my office door open. When I realized it was Serkan, I shifted my gaze to the computer in front of me and didn't bother to look at it. More shouting? More attacks on my honor? I didn't even want to hear what he had to say."Giulia, I need to talk to you."I remained motionless." I need to apologize for the way I'v

Chapter 13 The Princess's Tower Giullia I was scared to death and anxious too when I arrived in Turkey. It was a dream come true. Serkan's house was huge and beautiful, as if he could hide the fact that he was rich. That house gave away all the glamor in his life. I even wondered why he worked if he could live such a princely life in Turkey. If I had a house like that, I would never want to be bored with anything in life. It made me wonder why he was in Brazil. Boredom? Sex tourism? He didn't even look like a pervert. And I hoped it wasn't because I was staying at his house, with no one else around. That alone sent shivers down my spine. But then he gave me the most beautiful surprise of my life. The backyard of his house overlooked the Bosphorus Bay and the Princess Tower. I had seen that beautiful tower in Turkish soap operas many times. That tower and the Blue Mosque were strong symbols of Istanbul and Turkey. I felt like I was looking at history, at the ancient Ottomans, at a s

Chapter 15War GiulliaWhen we left that house, I was possessed.There was no better statement than being pissed off! Serkan had played me for a fool the whole time. He lied to me that there was work. He lied to me that I could trust him. He lied, cheated, deceived just to suit his whims and sort out his life. He literally dragged me to the country I was passionate about and turned it into a nightmare. I was hurt to deep levels. I didn't know if I was going to recover.When that lunch was over and my initial shock at being introduced to his mother as his fiancée had worn off, I turned my back on him and walked to the car."Giullia, wait!"Forget about me!" Wait!I felt his hand on my arm, holding me and bringing me back to him. The force he used was so great that as I turned my body towards his, we collided. He pulled away and held me by the wrists."Please forgive me! I had no other choice, I don't want to marry Asli." And what's in it for me?! You lied, Serkan! " At that moment I

Chapter 17Legends of loveGiuliaSerkan had the audacity to give me the kiss I'd waited so long for just to calm me down. And I waited so long for that romantic kiss and never had the courage to insinuate myself again like in the nightclub! I was waiting for romance, you idiot. I was an idiot. I had to listen to my heart to forgive him. Did I have any other choice? Who was I kidding? I wanted to forgive Serkan. I always wanted to, even though I was dying of anger at him. So I asked for other legends of the Tower of the Princess or Maiden, as he called it. Serkan looked closely at the Tower and calmed down to tell a story."Well, another legend tells the story of a girl called Hero who lived in the tower, and the young Leandros who loved her. Every night, Leandros would swim to the tower, guided by a lamp lit in the tower by his maiden. One stormy night, however, Hero's lamp was not lit and Leandros, unable to find his way, drowned in the choppy water. When she saw his lifeless body n

Chapter 19Dilemmas Giulia It wasn't enough that he was Turkish and a cat.He had to give me that wonderful kiss, on the sofa in his house, watching a Turkish soap opera, and ask me to marry him in front of the Maiden's Tower. I really wanted him to be my first, but the anxiety and fear were too great. I was far from my loyal friends who could give me vital advice when it came to sex. I didn't even stop crying after we kissed in front of the Tower. What were you doing with your life, Ju? Trusting a real man or a soap opera dream? It didn't matter because I had to pay to see it. I had to bet, it wasn't just a question of "if" I should, but "how much" I was willing to bet. It was going to be hard to stay in that house, alone with him, in his country, and not want to have sex with him. I needed to talk to someone, I needed to vent to someone. We went back to the sofa and lay down. I could feel Serkan stroking my hair while I listened to his heart beating in his chest with his head res