Chapter 25:- Honor Versus Blood
The living room felt smaller than ever, the walls pressing in as if they too were judging. Shadows from the chandelier danced across the floor, but there was no light here. Only tension, heavy and suffocating, saturating every corner. “You will end this,” her mother said first, sharp and immediate, like a gavel slamming down. “Quietly. Abroad, if necessary.” Aylin lifted her head slowly, her chest tightening, her hand instinctively brushing over the small curve of her stomach. “No,” she said, voice low but firm. Her father slammed his hand onto the polished table. The echo ricocheted off the walls. “Do you understand what this does to our name?” “I understand what this does to me,” Aylin replied, her gaze steady, though her heart thudded painfully against her ribs. Murat finally spoke
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