THE INHERITANCE CONTRACT

Batumi, Georgia;

It was time to leave. Lena pulled her suitcase through the spacious living room of her home, the place she had decorated with care, where every corner held a memory. This house was not just four walls to her. It was a symbol of the years she had grown strong, the years she had learned to stand on her own feet. And now she had to leave it behind. A deep sadness settled in her chest, but this goodbye was inevitable. She did not know what the future would bring, and maybe that uncertainty scared her the most.

She took a quiet, deep breath and scanned every detail of the room one last time. She checked all the utilities, gas, electricity, water, and shut them off. She decided to take her keys to the building management herself. Mardin felt like the other side of the world. If something went wrong here, she would not be able to just come back and deal with it.

She grabbed her phone from the table, took one final look around, then gripped her suitcase handle and walked out. When she reached the building entrance, she found Ivy already waiting by her car.

Ivy looked like she had just stepped off a runway at Paris Fashion Week. A luxurious pastel trench coat, knee high boots, a thin turtleneck, an elegant bag. Her hair fell in perfect waves over her shoulders. Lena could not help but laugh.

"Baby, is not your Mardin look a little much?" she asked, teasing.

Ivy shrugged coolly. "Ah, I cannot compromise on style. Besides, as of today, I am the lady CEO's best friend." She burst out laughing.

Lena wore black tights that fit her tall frame perfectly, a white crop top that hugged her body, and large riding boots. She had thrown a black leather jacket over her shoulders and pulled a black cap low over her face. Her long, shiny hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail. She looked like a celebrity trying not to get recognized.

She got in the car and started the engine, then turned to Ivy. "We were supposed to meet at the lawyer's, but the plan changed. Blaze wants us to go straight to the airport."

The sudden change raised questions in Lena's mind, but everything was happening so fast that she did not have time to question it. She just went along with it.

Ivy's voice took on a slightly worried edge. "Honey, the man is literally flying us there. I would be lying if I said I was not a little nervous."

Lena shook her head, still not fully understanding what was going on. Flying to Mardin made sense, sure, but what did the passport have to do with it?

She kept her eyes on the road and murmured, "We will find out when we get there. Let us see what happens." The suspicion and excitement inside her made her heart race.

At the airport entrance, Blaze was waiting with his signature charisma. His black suit fit his muscular body perfectly. His clean shaven face and sharp gaze were as striking as ever. He stood with his hands in his pockets, watching them approach with a cool, collected attitude.

The man standing next to him was slightly shorter, leaner, but very handsome. Unlike Blaze, he seemed warmer, more approachable. As soon as Lena got close, he stepped forward excitedly and extended his hand.

"Welcome, Ms. Lena. I am Blaze's right hand man. My name is Hakan. My condolences on your father's passing. I am truly sorry."

Lena shook his hand with a genuine smile. "Nice to meet you, Hakan. And thank you. My condolences to you as well."

This friendly exchange seemed to annoy Blaze. He took a deep breath, rolled his eyes, and cracked his neck. Then he murmured in a mocking tone, "So the lady knows how to smile instead of snarl. Just not at me, apparently."

Lena never missed his jabs. She raised her eyebrows and turned to him, her eyes narrowed. "What are you mumbling about? If you have something to say, say it to my face."

Blaze casually shifted his hands in his pockets and said with a bored expression, "Nothing, goat. Just saying we are running late."

That comment sent Ivy into a fit of giggles. Because when Lena got angry, her nose scrunching up, her chin jutting out, she really did look like a little goat.

When Ivy laughed, Lena shot her a glare, but that only made Ivy laugh harder.

Meanwhile, Hakan smiled slightly, turned to Ivy, and offered his hand. "We have not met. I am Hakan."

Ivy immediately responded warmly. "I am Ivy. Hi."

Hakan reached for the suitcases with a small smile. Then he looked up and said, "Let us go. Our flight leaves soon."

Lena took a deep breath and glanced at Blaze. She still did not fully understand what this journey meant for her, but a strange excitement stirred in her chest.

Lena watched Hakan place the suitcases on the conveyor belt, then turned her eyes to the large departure screen. In huge letters, it read: Sabiha Gökçen to Batumi, Georgia.

Her eyes narrowed instantly. Her eyebrows furrowed. She spun on Blaze and got right in his face.

"What is this? What does Batumi have to do with anything? Are you kidnapping me?"

Blaze did not back down an inch. He stepped just as close to her. The distance between them almost disappeared. His eyes caught hers with a mocking glint.

"Yes, I am kidnapping you," he said, grinning. "I did not really like you. I am going to get a few things fixed. I heard the plastic surgeons in Batumi are good." He leaned even closer. "Especially that stubborn goat attitude of yours. And that chin you stick out when you are angry."

He raised his hand, gently but firmly squeezed her chin, and let go.

Lena was boiling with rage. She clenched her fists and hissed through her teeth, "You mountain brute. So what now?"

Blaze stepped back slightly and turned to Hakan. "I am going to approve the tickets. You guys go ahead," he said, rolling his eyes and throwing Lena a quick, meaningful look.

Hakan nodded...