K.A.N

CHAPTER THREE

I folded the paper, putting it back in the box. Getting up, I packed my stuff in a bag, going back downstairs. 

“Onur’s Annual Ball?” Christopher had the package in his hand. I smirked at him. He chuckled, dropping the package on the sofa.

“You coming?” I asked him.

“Late” He nodded his head,

“As his son’s date” I told him and he turned around abruptly.

“So, finally on the road to vengeance” He sat down on the sofa. I nodded, grabbing the remote and opened the T.V. 

“Finally the most awaited event of the year. The Onur’s Annual Ball….” The reporter was saying. I muted the T.V, groaning out loud.

“Seems like from now on your life will be a lot messy” Dakota sat down beside me.

“Messy is an understatement and you are dressing me up” I pointed out to Dakota, checking the time on the clock.

“Come on then” She stood up, picking the package up and moving upstairs.

I opened the package, well, technically it was a large box. A red dress was sitting in it and another box was on top of it with a pair of heels. 

“Man, that sure is something” Dakota looked impressed. I gave her a look and she raised her hands in surrender. I opened the box revealing a hair piece. 

‘Necklace are too out there xB’  A sticky note was stuck on the roof of the box.

“Well he is technically right” Dakota said, earning another look from me.  I set the box and heels aside and took the dress out. It was a wine colored halter neck dress, with a slit. I took a shower and changed into the dress. Dakota did a side swept hairstyle and stood back admiring her handiwork. I dusted on some makeup and Dakota did my smokey eye makeup. I completed my look with a red lipstick. I slid into my heels and turned around to look at myself in the mirror.

Dakota fanned herself. I laughed at her reaction. I turned around to see the clock strike seven. 

“I better get going” I told her, grabbing my clutch and leaving the room. I walked downstairs to see Christopher talking to Burak. On seeing me, he bowed his head, hiding his laugh. 

'MY WHITE DEVIL' Burak smiled, finding the right word for her.

"You know you look like a white devil" He told her as they walked out of the penthouse towards their respective cars.

"How about "Bloody Angel"?" She smirked in reply.

"Nah, You can if you want to be. But you will always be my white devil" He replied emphasizing on 'my'.

Amelia threw back her head due to laughter. She leaned into his ear and whispered,“I am no one’s. I am only mine” and sat down in the car. Burak shivered inwardly, observing her. She did look like a bloody angel, her facial expression ice cold and sharp, like her jawline. Burak sat in the car, leading it out of the parking lot. Amelia noticed him, taking a glance of her every now and then. She bit in a smile. She turned on the radio and Taylor’s swift voice filled the silence. We stopped outside The Onur’s Mansion.

“We are early,” I told him, looking around to see the parking lot empty.

“I wanted you to meet my family” He informed me. My vision blackened, my face stoic. I took a deep breath, calming my raging emotions before getting outside the car. We walked towards the double door to be welcomed warmly. 

"Hoşgeldiniz (Welcome)" They all welcomed me warmly into the big household.

"Evet, komik, onun tarafından nasıl eğlendirilir (Yea, Its funny, how he was amused by her)" Amelia turned her head towards the source of the sound but before she could say anything Burak introduced her as his sister, Zeynep. "Hi, I am Burak's sister. You must be Amelia, Burak has told everything about you to me, to be honest he was continuously speaking about you since he met you '' Zeynep started but was stopped by Burak's glaring. "Oh, did he?" Amelia asked questioningly while looking at Burak straight in the eyes  

The Onur household consisted of Melika, the grandmother and the head of the house, Yusuf, Burak's dad, Ece his mom and his sister Zeynep, along with Ozur his younger uncle and Ahmet, the middle uncle of Burak, his wife Aergul and his son Emir.

"I mean, who wouldn't?" Burak tried his best to avoid Amelia's question while Ozan and Zeynep started hooting under their breaths. 

“What can I say, I am amazing, aren’t I?” I smirked, and everyone laughed. Burak introduced me to Melika. I sat down and she patted my head. 

“Amal Nuriye Yusha, you have grown into a beautiful young woman” She held my hand and I turned cold while everyone stilled.

“I am sorry?” I managed out.

“Yes, my dear I know who you are, for I am your family” She held my hand tightly.

“I am sorry?” I repeated, my chest heavy.

"She is just like him, the same eyes and fierceness" Afet looked like she was dreaming heaven. 

"Are you really  her?" Ahmet wondered out loud. 

"She must've been through hell" Ece felt sorry for her while Zeynep and Burak could still not believe their ears.

“What are you all talking about?” Burak, Amelia and Zeynep spoke in unison.

“We can sit down in the living room and talk about it,” Ozan spoke, looking at Amelia’s state. Everyone gathered, walking towards the living room. I managed to get myself up, my thoughts jumbled up.

‘How can she find out who I am? I stayed in hiding for six years. What will happen if they find out my intention? What am I supposed to do now.’

“We can talk after a walk” Burak spoke up, holding my hand, leading me outside the house. I heaved a sigh of relief. We walked towards a house on the other side of the Mansion.

"Woah, that is vintage'' Amelia exclaimed looking at the old house standing with all its might in front of them. 

"Yeah, and legend says here lived a couple who died trying to protect their daughter HAHAHA, just joking. This is the house of our far away relative, Yusha Ilhan Onur, they died and the daughter was sent off somewhere to protect her and nobody in our entire family knows about her whereabouts'' Burak told her.

 "Oh, so she is a foster," Amelia asked quietly. "We don't know... Yet'' Emir pointed out. They wandered up the staircase. On the upper floor, there were rooms. Burak and Amelia took one on the left while Zeynep and Emir took the one on the right.

"I would love to live here" Amelia murmured. She stood in front of the broken mirror taking in her reflection when she saw a paper sticking from under the dresser drawer. "Hey, look at this..." Her words trailed on as she was left speechless for a few moments. "What is my picture doing here?" She opened all the drawers and when realization struck she turned around to face Burak. "You brought me here on purpose, You knew, and they were my parents, weren't they?" She sat down on the floor with mixed feelings. She wanted to cry, yet she wanted to touch and inhale everything and be happy. She suddenly saw a perfume bottle. She opened it and inhaled the scent which seemed familiar to her. She looked at the name of the bottle. It was Tom Ford Noir. Burak who had left the room to meet Emir and Zeynep came back. He held his hand out and helped Amelia up. "Can we leave?" Amelia asked, her voice scratchy and Burak nodded leading the way out back towards the mansion.

I sat down on a sofa and everyone was looking at my face, which was stoic, thanks to my training of ten years.

“How did you know?” I asked.