Ates Karahan
"The rain in the city never felt like a cleansing; it felt like a reminder. Ateş Karahan stood at the floor-to-ceiling window of his penthouse, the amber liquid in his glass catching the strobe-like flashes of the lightning outside. To the world, he was a man of steel and calculated strikes—a billionaire who had returned to claim what was stolen. But as he adjusted the cuff of his obsidian suit, the ghost of a boy named Tahir flickered in his reflection. The game was finally beginning, and he was the only one who knew the rules."The air is thick with the scent of rain and expensive cologne. Mercan stands near the door, trembling but trying to keep her chin up. Ateş is seated behind his desk, the contract lying between them like a death warrants.
About Ates Karahan
"The rain in the city never felt like a cleansing; it felt like a reminder. Ateş Karahan stood at the floor-to-ceiling window of his penthouse, the amber liquid in his glass catching the strobe-like flashes of the lightning outside. To the world, he was a man of steel and calculated strikes—a billionaire who had returned to claim what was stolen...Read more