I’m AUTHORELLA from Istanbul, Türkiye. A cat mom, coffee addict and likes her scotch neat. 🥃 I can read anything, literally anything. You can either give me newspapers or a scientific PHD thesis or a romantasy novel... The sky is the ceiling when it comes to reading for me. 🤓 I’ve also been an ebook author for over four years, with the majority of my works written in Turkish. Currently, I have four completed and five ongoing Turkish books. In addition, I’ve been working on my English novel for over a year now, it is a billionaire mafia romance of dark romance genre although I haven't managed to darken yet! 🤭
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“I have one last thing to throw,” I said in a remarkably calm voice.
Those who know, know that when a woman speaks in a calm tone, regardless of what she says, it means she has settled things in her mind, killed them within herself. But Yusuf wasn’t even aware of himself; how could he know this? He kept speaking to me so carelessly.
“Throw one more thing; let’s see if I don’t throw you from the garden into the waters of the Bosphorus!”
A bitter smile was my only response. I never took my eyes off his as I removed the ring from my finger and threw it at him.
“It’s over!” I said. “I’m divorcing you!”