Volkan’s gaze softened. “There will be no leniency. My brother deserves whatever’s coming to him, and even then, it’s not enough to satisfy me. He tried to kill you and might have succeeded if I hadn’t arrived when I did. Demir doesn’t just deserve prison, he deserves to be disowned, stripped of every privilege he’s ever had, both professionally and personally, then thrown to a pack of wolves where he’s eaten alive over many weeks until there’s nothing left of him.”

She stared at him, appalled, but also kind of alright with his vengeance plan. Demir had tried to have her killed. For Volkan’s sake, she was willing to go easy on him, but she wouldn’t forgive.

He cupped her face in his hands and gazed down at her while Henry moved away to give them privacy. “No, my love, you will not be testifying on behalf of my brother. You will remain safe at home with our baby nestled in your belly. Your beautiful heart will be with me though, as I pursue legal action against a man I once called brother.”

Yasmin smiled sadly. “I’ll give you whatever support you need.”

Volkan dropped a lingering kiss on her lips that sent little sizzles of pleasure and expectation through her body, lighting her up and causing her to gasp into his mouth.

“What is it, my love?” he murmured huskily against her lips.

“I think the baby hormones are making me…” she drifted off, blushing rather than finishing the sentence.

“I see.” His voice dropped into a rumbling purr that made her nipples peak. “I can do something about that when we get home.”

“What about the police? Don’t you need to give them a statement?”

He laughed. “What have I told you about money?”

“It can buy anything?”

He nodded. “Fuck the police. I want to bury myself in the love of my life.”

A blush crept down her neck and across the tops of her breasts. “Okay, f-fuck the police.”

She slid into the car and he dropped into the seat beside her. On their way back to the mansion, Narin gave them a rundown of the past few days.

Narin had told everyone that Yasmin and Volkan had to leave early to catch their honeymoon flight, which had been moved up due to bad weather. They hadn’t wanted to ruin anyone’s enjoyment of the reception, so had slipped out unnoticed. The few guests who had grumbled about their abrupt departure had been given a glass of strong spirits and an invitation to spend time with the couple when they were back in Turkey.

Only Yasmin’s parents had persisted in their concern. As planned, Zeynep whisked them out on a chartered flight, but Yasmin’s lack of communication still upset and hurt them.