Prologue
Enzo's POV thirteen years ago:
I'm married at the age of sixteen with an ulterior motive of avenging my dead parents.
=TWO WEEKS BACK=
I dug through and wasted five years attempting to uncover my late parent's killer and grant them the justice they deserve, just to come to the very person's shrine with his name engraved on "Quartez Yildiz".
Thereupon all the misery I had been through only to acknowledge the man responsible for my catastrophe was peacefully lying six feet belowground after a painless passing, infuriated me, I yearned for him to feel the agony I felt.
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The thought of moving on and letting go was unimaginable, I believed I had to put a stop to my plan. but found an alternative way of fulfilling my thirst for revenge on a dead man, his daughter "Asiye Quartez".
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With the help of my team, I found information on the victim Asiye an orphan residing with her uncle who was ever willing to get rid of his niece and throw her into a string of betrothals. I had not glimpsed how she looked but if it came down to marriage that's what I was ready to do.
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I paid a visit to Asiye's uncle and put forth an agreement where he would get a substantial amount of cash in return for his niece, I knew this disgusting man was cheap and ungrateful and he agreed to my wishes with no hesitation.
My legal team advised registering my marriage in a week so it wouldn't become an issue in the future.
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The first time I saw my wife Asiye was after the marriage was completed, there was no procedure just a court marriage and the signing of the marriage certificates. Asiye was the epitome of beauty and innocence, I fell in love as soon as I saw her angelic face but my arrogance did not want to acknowledge it, I thought twice but the image of my dying parents in the wrecked car with their blood pooling on the carpeted road played out in my head, as a screaming twelve-year-old me clutched my newborn baby brother to my chest being held back by a police officer. The haunting memory was enough to pull me back to reality and proceed with my plan.
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Asiye did not seem frightened about leaving her uncle behind, she was rather excited and happy to move into my home which was located in the city. she perhaps thought of it as a vacation, little did innocent "Mrs Davelio" know what nightmare I would put her through in the following months, before getting rid of her.
