With the last of her energy, she lashed out, raking her nails across his face. He jerked, loosening his hold for a second, before adjusting his grip. His face twisted into a mask of pure evil. He was as much a psychopath as Volkan was, only Demir was able to keep his sickness under wraps. Deep down, she knew the truth of it, but refused to believe it. She wasn’t willing to leave all that money behind. Now she would pay for her greed with her life.

She was too drained to fight back and the black spots in her vision signalled the end to her pain. Her gaze drifted past his shoulder to the window behind him and she smiled. Before passing out, she whispered with her last breath, “Your turn to die.”

Chapter Forty-One

The drive up to the cabin where Demir and Zeynep were holed up felt like an eternity. Volkan’s thoughts were entirely with his wife. The more distance he got from her, the more he regretted his anger. He should have been gentle with her, shouldn’t have yelled. She was pregnant and confused, and he’d forced her into a life she didn’t want.

He loved her too much to let her go, the thought of losing her fuelling his rage. It was an obsession; a sickness and she was suffering because he couldn’t control it. But his obsessiveness led him to Yasmin, and she’d become his whole world. He would learn to be gentler, maybe keep her on the island until he trusted himself to be around her without hurting her.

Until her, he’d believed that Caria was it for him. His first wife had been vivacious, captivating, dramatic. She’d had an appeal that could captivate an audience and he never minded. He watched with pride as people had adored his wife.

Then she’d started coveting the attention more and more, complaining when he refused to take her out every night. Eventually, she started attending functions without him, which had led to her courting the attention of men who could spend more time with her than Volkan.

When she’d told him she was pregnant, he’d been ecstatic, thinking a baby, a Kartel heir, could save their marriage. But then she’d told him she didn’t know who the father was.

He’d been devastated and had considered kicking her out, but she’d begged him to let her stay. At least until the baby was born and they could do a paternity test. He’d agreed and as the months passed, she’d shown a softer, more humble side as she prepared to become a mother. They worked on their marriage and he was starting to forgive her.