Why
Women admired him everywhere he went. But Kaan barely looked at anyone. Including his bride. When Leyla finally reached the altar, the cameras flashed endlessly around them. They looked perfect together—old money, beauty, elegance, power. Like a royal couple. Like strangers forced into the same story. Kaan gently took her hand during the ceremony, his touch firm but emotionally distant. Leyla noticed how cold his expression remained even while guests smiled around them. But someone else watched her even more intensely. Feraye Arslan. Kaan’s mother. Elegant in black silk and diamonds, she sat near the front table with eyes sharp enough to cut through marble. From the beginning of the wedding, her gaze never softened toward Leyla. Only judgment.
About Why
Women admired him everywhere he went. But Kaan barely looked at anyone. Including his bride. When Leyla finally reached the altar, the cameras flashed endlessly around them. They looked perfect together—old money, beauty, elegance, power. Like a royal couple. Like strangers forced into the same story. Kaan gently took her hand during the c...Read more