Episode 4

I held back the urge to strangle that old woman; how dare she attack an angel as sweet as Asli?

“I don’t know how things are in your house, but in mine, I won’t tolerate you laying a hand on my wife again,” I said, irritated, that damn old hag.

The old woman looked at me with hatred, but I didn't care; I was already used to receiving disdain from all sides.

“Shut your mouth, you worthless traitor! She’s my daughter, and if I want to kill her, I’ll do it,” Sanen shouted in anger.

My instinct was to drag that old woman out by her hair, but I needed to keep calm or I would frighten Asli even more, who was trembling like a green sapling in my arms.

“Asli, go to our room; I need to talk to your mother,” I pleaded with her, who ran out of the room frightened, like a kitten fleeing from a ferocious dog.

I walked slowly towards my mother-in-law, that witch, and grabbed her by the neck.

“If you know I’m a traitor, it’s better not to irritate me, because I might just betray you and deliver your head to your enemies. The next time you touch my wife, you’ll fly out the window,” I said, tightening her neck until she was almost out of breath; I saw fear mixed with rage in her wide eyes.

After leaving her sprawled on the floor of the living room, catching her breath, I went after Asli, who was definitely terrified.

My life is truly a torment; my mother was so enraged by my dress that as soon as Junior left us alone, she slapped me and pulled my hair.

“Ow, Mom, why did you do that?” I asked, putting my hand on the spot where she had hit me.

“Because you’re behaving like a whore! What kind of dress is that? Where’s the one I chose?” Sanen yelled, tearing Asli's dress.

“Please, Mom!” I begged and pleaded, but she ruthlessly tore my beautiful dress to shreds.

“You’re going to burn on the marble of hell, behaving like a damned whore,” Sanen said, giving Asli another slap across the face.

My luck was that Junior entered the room and saved me from her grasp; he embraced me, and for the first time, I felt protected. When he asked me to go to the bedroom, I didn't think twice; I ran and lay quietly on the bed, silently crying for my beautiful dress, as she always managed to destroy my happiness.

I remained silent on the bed until I heard the door open; it was Junior who lay down next to me and stroked my hair. His touch was so gentle and soothing; I felt so good, his masculine scent intoxicated me, and my legs trembled when he softly ran his fingers over my bare arm, red from my mother’s scratches.

“You should take a shower; I’ll get our dinner,” Junior said, kissing my red cheek.

Asli didn’t respond; she got up and went to the bathroom, her head hanging low, feeling her heart race at the thought of sharing a bed with him.

After a long shower, Asli put on a nightgown that she hated, as it covered her from head to toe; she felt like a nun as she stepped out of the bathroom with knots in her stomach.

Junior was sitting on the bed, fiddling with his phone; he was shirtless, and she couldn't resist sneaking a glance at his beautiful chest, feeling her panties dampen at the sight.

“I’m going to take a shower and then we’ll go out for dinner,” he said, walking past her and giving her a view of his broad back.

Asli ended up fanning herself, as she was truly anxious about what was to come.

Minutes later, he emerged from the bathroom, they had dinner, went through their hygiene routines, and lay down on the bed.

Asli found it strange that Junior lay apart from her, not touching her at all; instead, he picked up his phone.

Noticing Asli looking at him, Junior turned to her.

“Feel free to sleep or use your phone; I’m working and can’t pay you any attention,” he said.

Asli looked at him with sadness.

“I... I don’t have a phone,” she stuttered.

“You don’t like it?” he asked.

“Actually, I’ve never had one; my mom and dad didn’t allow it, saying it’s the portal to hell,” she said shyly.

Junior just smiled and said nothing more, returning to his phone and completely ignoring her.

Asli thought about starting a conversation, but what would she say? By the looks of it, he wouldn’t do anything with her, and she would die a virgin without ever having kissed anyone. At least she wouldn’t burn on the marble of hell, she thought. Then she turned away, adjusted herself in bed, and fell asleep.

Junior went to bed; it was already late. He glanced at Asli and felt sorry for her; she was far too innocent for his world.

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