Alya’s POV
“What are you saying, you scoundrel? What do you mean by they’re getting married? Is there something wrong with your ears?” Demir asked, his voice echoed through the garden as I grabbed his arm, trying to pull him away, but he wouldn't budge. He is extremely strong. Still, I didn't let go. I didn't want a scene.
Sir Kemal started laughing. “They work just fine, Demir. Hale and Uraz are getting married soon. Both of you ruined my reputation, so you two will fix it.”
It had turned into a blood feud. I could hear Demir breathing heavily. Suddenly, he grabbed Sir Kemal by the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer. I held his arm, trying to pull him back.
“Demir, please, let’s just go,” I pleaded, but he ignored me.
“You are the most despicable man I've ever met!” Demir said.
