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" So you're telling me you didn't go on a honeymoon?"

A faraway voice spoke, snapping me out of my thoughts. I could feel my eyes easily snap away from the turquoise waves and golden sand to the hazel ones before me, seeing a horrified look on Guliez face. As if someone had smacked her across it.

" I'm sorry what?" I asked seeing my friend roll her eyes dramatically as she pulled the small blanket from my knees, taking a seat next to me, she put the blanket back on before glaring at me.

" You're not even listening! I said you haven't been on your honeymoon?"

Guliez spoke as I felt a cold shiver running down my spine making me tense. The world around me stilled for that moment as the words pondered through my head, repeating again and again.

Honeymoon? There was no such thing as honeymoon, not in the household I was married in to.

Images of my second day of marriage flashed before me, how Esma took it upon herself and poured scorching tea down my wounded back. It was far from honeymoon, that was Hell. I was in hell.

The moment I stepped inside that house, I knew I didn't belong there. I never did and I never will, and they made sure I knew except him.

Through the darkness we were in, he tried to make it lighter. I could still feel the way his eyes would land on me, how I'd sit next to Elif, opposite him whilst his dark eyes would be trained on mine.

Everyone would fall in an easy conversation, and occasionally Elif would try to make me feel included, as if I was part of the family, and then Esma would speak. Making a remark that would drench me in horror, wishing for either the sky or the ground to open up and swallow me in.

He'd glare at his mother. Daring her to say anything else, and by that time my appetite would have left and all I'd want to do is run towards my room and lock everyone away.

Then there would be times where he'd make me sit next to him. He insisted and, God, did Esma glare at me in those days. Occasionally, I'd feel his hand land on mine, and when I'd move my hand. He'd place it on my thigh.

" You look beautiful"

He'd whisper softly making me smile despite myself yet what did I know. The smile he brought on my face would one day crush me. Tearing me apart.

" .. What say Farya?"

A voice spoke making me look upwards at Guliez seeing her hands wave around the air animatedly. Furrowing my eyebrows a little, I stared confused at my friend who had an evil smile on her face, indicating she was up to no good.

" What?"

" A friend of mine is throwing this party and you are coming. No arguments"

Guliez spoke just in time for Nourie to come inside the large room, holding a small tray in her hands. Dressed in a casual summer skirt and a top, Nourie had her hair pulled up making her look mesmerising. Years knocking off her age.

" Morning baby! Doctor Emraan gave me strict orders about your diet. So here it is, an omelette with avocado slices and some toast. You're eating for two now"

Nourie spoke, smiling at the statement making my stomach turn. Till this point I couldn't believe I was pregnant. I was having a baby, when yet I still feel like a baby. Heck I'm only twenty.

" Damn how did it happen?"

Guliez spoke as she reached towards a slice of toast as Nourie took a seat in front of us. I could feel my eyes widen as I glance at my friend curiourly, taken aback by her statement.

" You see Guliez what happens is. When you like someone, you have this certain feeling, an urge towards them-"

A voice spoke making me choke on the omelette bite. Looking towards Nourie, I could feel my eyes widen seeing a flabbergasted look on her face as I glanced upwards seeing Aylin - the house cook- walk inside giving Guliez a wink.

Aylin was in her early thirties, and we were surprised to find that she had looked after the house, ever since Roshan bought it.

Just the thought of my brother had a bitter smile coming across my face. Even if Roshan was gone, he still left his most prized possession. His home.

Roshan wouldn't have gone if it wasn't for-

As soon as the thought came, it went making me shake my head and glanced towards Aylin sitting beside Nourie.

" Oh God stop Aylin! I know how it happens. I just mean- I didn't think Farya would get knocked up. I gotta say though, Moustafa is Daddy goals. He is tall, dark raven hair, a sexy tanned skin and boy his eyes "

Guliez spoke making my throat tighten, in a way. It wasn't their fault. They didn't know the truth but the hearing my name still tied against his made my stomach turn.

I didn't want anything to do with him. I hated him. I hated what he did to me, to my brother.

" If I'm not mistaken, I think you have a certain thing for Farya's husband" Aylin spoke making Guliez wave her hand nonchalantly and roll her eyes.

" No he's not my type. Those Aydin's aren't my type"

" You're married to an Aydin?"

Aylin questioned making me glance towards at the woman, seeing her large blue eyes staring at me. I could see her curly hair make it's way out of the headscarf she wore, almost in a turban like manner. Feeling rather uncomfortable under her heated stare, I glanced towards Nourie hearing the woman clear her throat.

" That's enough questions! Aylin don't you have work to do and Guliez be careful what you say"

Nourie spoke pointed making Guliez huff under her breath before she nodded and pulled her phone out, typing furiously on it.

Stretching my legs, I stood up a little, feeling the summer dress trail down my body. Stretching a little I decided to wander out of the house, feeling suffocated all of a sudden. Moving away from the white sofas I walked down towards the kitchen across me.

I could hear Aylin humming as she prepared dinner for tonight. Offering her a smile, I walked towards the double doors. Pushing it open, I slipped off the sandals I wore last minute, and allowed the warm breeze to embrace me.

The minute I felt the warm sand rush through my feet, it almost felt like heaven. The bright sunlight pondered against my body, as i inhaled sharply, feeling the smell of the sea fill me.

Taking easy step forward, the warm breeze floated past me, its fingers rushing through my hair almost as if it was welcoming me back home.

The turquoise water before me twinkled against the bright sun light, as though crushed diamonds had been sprinkled on top of it. For the first time in what seemed like years, I felt a smile fall across my face.

I felt free. I felt happy.

Walking towards the shoreline, the cool water hit against my skin making me smile, feeling a giggle rip from my mouth.

" I'm home brother" I spoke feeling the wind pick its pace and brush through me. Opening my arms, I felt the warm breeze hug through my body. Closing my eyes tightly my face tilted upwards, feeling my skin warm up and my eyelids get heavy.

" Farya"

A voice spoke behind me, causing me to open my eyes and turn around. Guliez walked towards me with a glass of juice in her hands and what looked like tablets.

" You need to take your medicine and then we need to leave. We have to do some shopping for tonight" She spoke making me groan, I really didn't understand why Guliez insisted on taking me out for shopping.

The last thing I wanted was to go to some party. After everything that's happened this past two months, I needed to find my peace not do the opposite.

" Guliez I don't want to go. I dont feel well" I murmured seeing the woman roll her eyes as she handed me the tablets and the cold juice. Taking it all, I drank it away seeing Guliez's hand on her hips.

" I don't care. Besides Doctor Emraan said you need to go out and enjoy. We can't have you staying in the house all day. You've been here for two days and you've not even been out to the beach till now"

She spoke and somehow I knew she was right, so instead I found myself nodding and agreeing to what she was saying.

Following Guliez back inside the house, somehow the woman had managed to make Nourie agree as the woman insisted she drove us to the nearest town for some last minute shopping, which was only five minutes away.

And that's how I found myself, sitting on one of the couches waiting for Guliez to show me her hundredth and what dress she was wearing.

" What about this brown one. It looks cute"

Guliez spoke walking out and standing in front of me as she twirled in the halter neck dress she was wearing. The tight leather becoming almost a second skin on her.

" I swear they weren't casting anyone for thriller"

I spoke seeing Guliez give me a dumbfounded look before it dawned on her what I meant. Flipping me the bird she went inside the cubicle to try on another dress, leaving me all alone in the waiting area again.

Sighing, I glanced away from the cubicle and out of the large window, seeing people walk around, laughing and smiling along the way and somehow the sight made me feel almost normal. Almost.

" You know you're a very hard woman to find"

A voice spoke behind me making me tense. I could the hair on my neck rising as I turned around feeling my eyes land on the emerald green ones before me.

" Kenan"

I breathed out, standing up I felt the man walked towards me and in swift moment, his large arms were embracing my small body and despite it all, I felt a smile across my face. Hugging Kenan back, I felt him ruffle my hair a little before he took a step back.

" How- what are you doing here?" I asked flabbergasted placing my hand on his arm seeing the man flash me a huge grin as his green eyes sparkled.

" Are you kidding me. I was the one that brought you here" Kenan spoke as he took a seat next to me making me nod.

I could still remember the last time I saw him, in that cottage. Just the thought of that day sent cold sweats down my spine. Clearing my throat I forced a smile on my face seeing Guliez step out of the cubicle wearing a short green dress that made her eyes stand out, and compliment her now black hair.

" This ones perfect"

" Damn she's hot"

Kenan spoke under his breath making me glare at him seeing the man shake his head and roll his eyes. Guliez who stood before me now stared at Kenan as if she had found the love of her life, causing an awkward silence to fall on us.

" Guliez, back to earth. Can we go now?"

I asked seeing the woman shake her head and drift back from whatever spell she was in. Nodding her head she proceeded towards the counter, holding my black dress as well now.

Nourie had given us her card insisting we could spend as much as we want. The money Roshan had left for me was still very much mine except Deniz had gone today to the bank to send the last few authorised documents. It was times like these that made me thank my lucky stars to have him and Guliez in my life.

" What are you doing here Kenan?"

I asked as we stalled out of the small shop and in to the warm day. Kenan who wore his signature jacket removed it, revealing his grey top as he shrugged his shoulders, running a hand through his hair which I swear he had somehow dyed it darker.

" I wanted to see you Farya. Is that so bad?" He asked slightly offended making me shake my head and start walking with Guliez behind us.

" Does he know where I am?" I suddenly asked seeing Kenan's jaw tighten before he shook his head and looked in front of him.

" I haven't told him" Kenan commented as we made our way out of the small town and up the hill where the house was.

" He misses you Farya. Every day. He's going crazy, we haven't seen him like this"

Kenan spoke making me inhale sharply and feel tears sting my eyes, because truth be told. Somehow, somewhere deep deep down. I knew I still cared but then his confession played loudly against my ears making a cold shiver rush down my body.

" He means nothing to me now Kenan. I want nothing to do with him. He killed my brother" I spoke hearing a gasp behind me, turning around I hadn't realised Guliez was still there as she looked at me. Her eyes widened and her face turning ashen.

" Guliez-"

" Moustafa killed Roshan?"

Guliez stuttered making a sorrowful sigh escape my lips as I glanced at the woman feeling tears blur my vision. With a flick of my eyes, I confirmed her question seeing her stiffen. Her eyes glued on to me and Kenan.

" I hope he rots in hell for what he did to Roshan. What kind of a sick crazy person is he? No wonder your dad told you to stay away from him"

Guliez spoke furiously making me swallow through my tightened throat as I shook my head, feeling black dots invade my vision.

" Oh shit I'm so sorry. I shouldn't, let's go inside" Guliez spoke and I hadn't realised we were already home. Walking inside the large house I felt the cool air from the air-conditioning rush through me. My eyes landed on Nourie who was currently reading a book, looking up her face paled as she stared at me.

Standing up, the woman rushed forward bombarding me with millions of questions whilst I brushed them all away, trying to calm my breathing.

" Farya what's wrong? Are you okay?" Kenan's worried voice reached my ears as I sat down on the sofas, feeling my head spin.

" Yeah I'm good just a little out of breath" I spoke seeing Deniz and Aylin come as well, all of them surrounding me.

" You shouldn't do this to yourself. It's not good for you or the baby"

Aylin commented and I could see Kenan's eyes widen like a saucer as he looked at me. A pale expression on his face.

Oh shit!

" Baby? Farya you're pregnant?"

Kenan spoke and from the corner of my eyes, I could see Aylin stare shocked at Kenan who was busy looking towards me. Something about the way Aylin stared at Kenan made my stomach turn. It was as though she was looking at grim reaper himself.

" Don't tell him. He doesn't need to know"

Deniz commented making Kenan mutter bullshit under his breath. I could see Kenan give me one last look before he stormed out of the house, slamming the door behind me.

" Look, please stop all of you. I know you mean well but I'm not going to just drop dead. I'm okay, I'll be fine"

I spoke exasperated seeing Nourie glare at me for my lack of words before she shook her head.

" Right! She said she's fine, now off you go. Leave her alone"

Nourie spoke making everyone go about their business and from the corner of my eyes I could see Guliez give me a sad look. Truth be told, I didn't want anyone finding out, yet here we are and I know I have to tell Nourie the truth, but today wasn't the day. Not yet.

It didn't take us much long to get ready. Guliez hadn't mentioned anything whilst we were getting ready and by the time that happened. It already was Nine. The party Guliez was raving on about wasn't by some teenager, rather it was more of a classy one and according to Guliez her friend who was becoming a lawyer turned Twenty-Five. So it was in her honour.

I was hesitant at first, but Guliez and her friend insisted I come so here I was, standing at the balcony of the large mansion star gazing. Wishing upon any and every star that came to my view.

Whilst Guliez had gone ahead with her green dress, I opted for a classic black one that fit my figure perfectly. My brown hair was styled to the side and the dark red lipstick I wore made me look like a someone out of a fancy Hollywood movie. The looks I received from everyone, especially the Male population should have somehow boosted my ego instead I shook my head at the thought.

What did they know. I was nearly two months pregnant and I had stage two borderline three Leukemia. I was dying!

Kenan had decided that he too would come, insisting I was his family and he needed to be there, incase anything happens and Guliez was all too pleased to say yes, and of course Deniz made it his mission that he would come regardless.

I was somehow lucky to escape from the two men and Guliez and find myself at the large balcony at the back of the hall, stargazing, alone.

" A pretty woman like you shouldn't be on her own"

A voice spoke making me tense. Moving away from the balcony I stared at the owner of the voice finding myself looking at the man, no older than Twenty-Five look at me. Dressed in a fancy Tuxedo his brown hair was brushed backwards as he adjusted his sleeves to his crispy white shirt and tailored velvet blazer.

" I'm sorry I-I shouldn't"

I started seeing the man smile and take a step towards me. In many eyes and books, he'd be considered handsome with striking eyes and a sharp jawline and not to mention his dazzling smile. He was the perfect charmer, yet all I could feel right now was disgust at how he was looking at me. As if I was a piece of meat.

" Don't be sorry darling, what say me and you disappear for a while hmm?"

" What?"

" Oh come on babe, you're practically asking for it dressed like that"

He spoke his hand reaching towards my sleeveless arms making me tense, bile rising at the back of my throat. Reaching towards his hand in hope's to pushing it off, I felt his tighten on my arm making me gasp in pain.

I could see the man open his mouth, ready to say something yet he was beat to it as another voice came through. Booming across the hall, halting my world for that split moment.

Oh God

" Take your dirty hands off my Wife"

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