Still, she felt guilty for her part in what happened to Yasmin and hoped the other woman was safe. She’d known Volkan would think Yasmin had tried to escape. She’d even encouraged the narrative, but she’d thought Yasmin would be well out of Volkan’s reach before that happened. Instead, he’d discovered their plan and he’d been furious.

Zeynep shuddered as she remembered the look on his face. As explosive as her husband could be, he’d never reached the level of terrifying as she’d seen with Volkan. It was why she wanted Yasmin to leave him. She was young and pregnant. She didn’t deserve to go the way of Caria.

“On the island?”

Zeynep turned her head to listen in on her husband’s conversation. Had he found out where Volkan and Yasmin had gone?

“Take care of her,” Demir growled. “Finish the job and you’ll get paid.”

Zeynep’s stomach dropped as she realized what her husband was saying. When he finished his call and put his phone down, she asked him bluntly, “Are you planning on having Yasmin killed?”

Demir turned his malevolent gaze on her and shoved shaking fingers through his greasy hair. He was still wearing his rumpled suit from the wedding. He didn’t answer her question but his ramblings indicated as much. “This changes nothing. Only difference is Volkan knows what we’re up to. If I’m going to sever ties with my brother, I need to have leverage. Knowing his woman and baby didn’t make it will break him. I’ll be able to take the company while he wallows in self-pity, the same as he did when Caria died.”

Volkan had been an utterly broken shell of a man after Caria’s drowning. Everyone had assumed it was guilt over his role in her death, but now Zeynep wasn’t so sure. “Did you… did you hurt Caria?”

Demir looked at her scornfully. “Why would I do that when my brother is perfectly capable of making his own mess? It was only a matter of time before he drove her away or did something to her, which we all know he did.”

Zeynep was relieved her husband hadn’t had a hand in what had happened to Volkan’s first wife, but she didn’t like his plans for Yasmin. “I think you should call off your person. There’s no need to hurt an innocent. We’ll get our hands on Kartel shipping another way.”

“This is the only way I’ll ever get the company,” Demir argued feverishly, his hands twisting together as he continued to pace.

She wanted nothing to do with Kartel Transport anymore. Demir had tricked her into thinking he only wanted to help Yasmin escape. He’d used his wife to gain information, insisting she ask Yasmin out for lunches when she was in the office.