A suffocating tension filled the penthouse drawing room.
Adrik sat on the sofa, gripping Soha's wrist tightly. Moments earlier, Mr. Rahman—the man Soha had always known as Alexander—had entered the room. He was dressed in an expensive suit, wearing a gentle, almost fatherly smile.
Soha believed her father had come to save her.
She struggled desperately, trying to break free from Adrik and run toward him.
Soha (sobbing):
"Dad! Save me! This man is an animal! Take me away from here, please!"
But Mr. Rahman didn't even look at her.
Instead, he calmly sat across from Adrik's father and lit a costly cigar.
Mr. Rahman:
"Control your son. Yes, I handed my daughter over to you for business purposes—but that doesn't mean she gets to behave shamelessly and damage our reputation."
The ground disappeared beneath Soha's feet.
He hadn't come to rescue her.
He had delivered her.
Soha (in disbelief):
"Dad… what are you saying? You sold me?"
Mr. Rahman finally looked at her.
There was no affection in his eyes—only cold calculation.
Mr. Rahman:
"Soha, empires are worth more than emotions. According to our deal, you now belong to this family. Being Mr. Rahman is safer than being Alexander—because power is in my hands."
Adrik let out a grotesque laugh and leaned close to Soha's ear.
Adrik (whispering):
"See? The man you prayed for last night is the one who gifted you to my bed. He doesn't love you—he loves his business."
Soha froze.
Her own father—her last refuge—had thrown her into hell for power and money.
At that moment, she realized something terrifying.
Adrik wasn't the biggest monster in the room.
Her father was.
Instead of the silence everyone expected, laughter echoed through the drawing room.
Sharp. Hollow. Terrifying.
Adrik and his father frowned.
Mr. Rahman lowered his cigar, visibly unsettled.
Soha (laughing, wiping tears):
"Surprised, Dad? Did you expect me to cry and beg at your feet? I knew you'd do this."
She walked toward him slowly, her eyes burning—fearless.
Soha:
"Do you remember that rainy night three years ago? When you said, 'If I have to sacrifice you for my business, I won't hesitate for a second'?
You thought I forgot? I didn't."
Mr. Rahman tried to speak, but Soha cut him off.
Soha:
"For three years, I prepared for this day. You sold me—but you forgot something. The girl you sold carries your blood."
She turned to Adrik with a crooked smile.
Soha:
"You made him my owner? Adrik—do you really think handcuffs and belts can scare a woman who can smile while watching her father fall?"
For the first time, Adrik saw his own reflection in her eyes.
Not a victim.
A wounded tigress.
Soha (to Mr. Rahman):
"You think handing me to this beast secures your empire? From today, your destruction begins.
I won't just be Adrik's property—I'll become his addiction… and use him to destroy you."
She turned to Adrik and extended her hand willingly.
Soha:
"Well? Chain me. But remember—this time, the chains won't bind just me. They'll tighten around your throat… and your father's empire."
Her words poisoned the air.
No one had expected such calm rebellion.
When Adrik stepped forward, Soha moved faster—pulling out a hidden small chopper knife and slamming it into the table.
Soha (deadly calm):
"One more step, and no one walks out alive.
You said I was your addiction? From today, that addiction becomes your poison."
While everyone stood frozen, Soha slipped through a hidden exit at the back of the penthouse—one even Adrik didn't know about.
She vanished into the rain.
The Safe House
Far from the city, nestled in the mountains, stood an abandoned old bungalow.
Soha's safe house.
Her secret.
She locked the door from inside.
The walls were covered with documents, photos, blueprints—every illegal deal of Mr. Rahman and Adrik mapped out in detail.
Three years.
Three years of planning their downfall.
She stood before the mirror, staring at the bruises on her neck. No tears. Only vengeance.
She opened her laptop.
Mr. Rahman's secret offshore accounts filled the screen.
Soha (whispering):
"You sold me for money, Dad? I'll turn your entire empire to dust.
And Adrik… you thought you caged me? You walked straight into your own death trap."
Back at the penthouse, Adrik lost control—smashing everything in sight.
Her escape.
Her secret identity.
They shattered him.
Adrik (roaring):
"Burn the whole city if you have to! I want Soha! I don't know where she's hiding—but find her!"In the silence of the secret house, while Soha was burning with the fire of revenge, her most trusted maid entered the room. There was fear and unease in the girl's eyes. Soha turned away from the mirror. Her eyes held a strange intoxication and stubbornness.
Soha (In a harsh voice): "Take off your clothes!"
The girl began to tremble violently. She couldn't understand why Soha was saying this. She tried to stammer something, but she surrendered before Soha's sharp gaze. Fearfully, she removed her clothing.
Soha motioned for her to lie on the bed. Soha knew a massive secret about this girl that no one else knew—this maid was actually a man in disguise, whom Soha had hidden here long ago for her own needs.
Soha now touched the secret part of the girl's body with her own hand. Instantly, an intense excitement spread through the girl. Soha knew her suspicion was correct. In the height of excitement, white discharge began to flow from the girl's body.
Soha (Whispering in her ear): "I knew your true identity. Today, the time has come to use your masculinity. Don't be afraid... this is part of my revenge."
Soha gripped the bedsheet tightly with one hand. In her eyes floated the image of the defeat of Adriq and Mr. Rahman. She motioned to the girl (actually the man) to drive his dormant masculinity deep into the secret depths of Soha's body.
As he lunged at Soha and entered her, Soha closed her eyes—not in pain, but in primitive vengeance. She twisted the sheet in her hands. To Soha, this moment was not the defilement of her body, but a total mental victory over Adriq. She wanted to show Adriq that she was not just his property; she could do whatever she wanted of her own will.
Outside, the sound of rain intensified. Lying on the bed, Soha thought of only one thing— "Adriq, you wanted my body? Look, today I have surrendered this body to someone else and lost you forever."
The atmosphere in the dim light of that secret room grew even heavier. When the boy (disguised as a girl) leaned over her at Soha's gesture, there was a burning malice in Soha's eyes. She remembered Adriq with hateful bitterness.
Suddenly, the boy bit down on Soha's lips and began a long, deep lip kiss. Though Soha was stunned at first, she immediately pulled him toward her even more forcefully. She wanted to erase every memory of Adriq from her body at this very moment.
As the boy took possession of Soha's lips in a frenzy, Soha clawed at the bedsheet behind her with both hands. A single tear escaped her eye, but a cruel smile played on her lips. Soha saw how desperately the boy was touching her. It felt to her that the pride of ownership Adriq once boasted of was now turned to dust.
Soha sank her teeth into the boy's lips, as if she wanted to vomit out all her inner agony through this union. Amidst that deep kiss, Soha began to mutter—
Soha (To herself): "Adriq, you thought you would imprison me in a cage and rule over me? Look, today I am crushing your so-called pride to pieces. Your empire, your stubbornness—everything has lost today within the four walls of this secret room."
Thunder crashed outside. In Soha's secret sanctuary, the final stage of a forbidden game was underway, something neither Mr. Rahman nor Adriq could imagine in their dreams. Soha had surrendered herself to the fires of this hell only for the addiction of seeing their destruction.
Breaking the silence of that secret room, an involuntary moan escaped Soha's throat— "Ummmmm..." At the peak of excitement, there was no control left over Soha's body or mind. The boy's madness and Soha's thirst for revenge merged into one.
At a climactic moment of passion, white discharge was released from Soha's body—a sign of her body's total surrender. But Soha did not stop there. She seemed to grow even thirstier. She gripped the boy's back with her nails and gestured for him to become even more violent.
Soha (Excited and in a broken voice): "Faster... don't stop! I want every trace of Adriq's touch to be wiped away from every corner of my body today."
Soha closed her eyes and drowned herself in primitive euphoria. Every moment, she felt how she was trampling over Adriq's ego. Each of Soha's breaths and the arching of her body signaled that she was no longer under anyone's control. She had chosen her own path of destruction or victory.
The bedsheet was crumpled into a mess in the grip of Soha's hands. The disguised boy became even more uncontrollable seeing Soha's fierce form. The entire room was filled with the scent of a forbidden addiction. Soha knew that after this night, she would no longer be the old Soha, but this version of her would be the greatest punishment for Adriq.
Amidst those heated moments, when Soha's eyes slowly opened, she looked at the boy properly for the first time. In the dim light, she saw that the boy was not just a disguised person; he was incredibly handsome. Soha was stunned by the structure of his body.
As he leaned over her on the bed, his toned physique caught Soha's eye his six-pack abs glistening with sweat and excitement. Adriq's body was brutal and hard, but this boy's body seemed as perfect as a carved stone statue.
Soha (To herself): "I thought this was just a move... but this boy is as beautiful as fire. What Adriq tried to take from me by force, this boy is giving me while enchanting me with his own magic."
Soha now began to feel the boy's six-pack with her hand. As her fingers moved slowly down over those muscular abs, a shiver ran through her entire body. She could no longer restrain herself.
Soha (Taking a deep breath): "Who are you? Why were you in this disguise all this time?"
The boy said nothing, only giving a mysterious smile while locking eyes with Soha. His sharp gaze and the appeal of his well-built body left Soha even more disoriented. Soha herself leaned her neck toward the boy and embraced him more intimately.
Soha realized she wasn't just taking revenge; she was sinking into a new kind of addiction. Adriq's hatred had destroyed her, but this boy's beauty was giving her a taste of a forbidden world. She gripped the sheet even tighter, and that sound of satisfaction escaped her lips once more— "Ummmmm..."A sharp scream pierced the silence of the secret room— "Ahhhhh..." The boy could no longer restrain himself. He pinned Soha's wrists to the bed with both of his powerful hands, pressing down firmly. Soha had no way to move.
When Adriq used to bind her, Soha felt like she was trapped in a cage; but the intense pressure from this boy's hands enveloped her in a different kind of intoxication. The boy leaned further over her, his sweaty six-pack rubbing against Soha's soft body. Soha felt a primitive masculinity that seemed ready to consume her entirely.
Soha (In a mix of pain and pleasure): "Let go... my hands hurt! Ugh... harder!"
Soha's words seemed to further ignite the beast within the boy. He tightened his grip on her wrists as if he might snap her bones. Soha writhed in pain, yet within that agony, she found a strange victory. She felt that today, Adriq had lost. Adriq could never draw such an intense reaction from within Soha—something this mysterious boy was doing effortlessly.
Soha crumpled the bedsheet with her toes. Every strike from the boy and the way he pinned her down with both hands gave her a taste of a dark world. Soha wanted to scream out all her suffering, but only the faint sound of "Ahhh..." escaped her lips.
Outside, the sound of thunder merged with Soha's cries. In that secret sanctuary, an epic of revenge and forbidden love was being written—the first step toward the destruction of Adriq and Mr. Rahman.
In the midst of those turbulent moments of revenge, the boy suddenly changed his game. He let go of Soha's hands and pressed his toned, sweaty abs (Six-pack) firmly against Soha's face and body. As Soha's soft skin came into contact with that hard muscle, a bolt of electricity shot through her entire body.
Soha had never encountered such a sensation before. Adriq's touch was painful, but the heat from this boy's body and his perfectly built physique drew Soha into a deep trance. As the excitement peaked, Soha's pale face gradually turned a deep, burning crimson with shame. Soha (To herself): "I only wanted to spread hatred... but why is my body responding like this? Why is this shame consuming me so completely?" As the boy began to let her feel his muscular abdomen even more, Soha closed her eyes in shame. She tried to hide her face behind the sheet, but the boy wouldn't allow it. He tilted her chin up toward him. Soha's cheeks were burning hot and red.
Soha's familiar pride and stubbornness seemed to surrender to this shame. In a faint voice, she could only say, "Ummmmm... that's enough, no more..." but her body said the opposite. The boy's masculine assault combined with Soha's first-time awakening of shame turned the room in the secret house into a different kind of forbidden heaven.
Soha realized she was no longer just a weapon of revenge; she was becoming a puppet in the hands of this mysterious boy, which pierced her with even more shame.
When the excitement and shame were at their absolute peak, Soha suddenly jerked herself away. Her body was trembling, her cheeks still flushed with red, but the combustible vengeance within her mind woke up once again.
Soha (Breathing heavily): "No! No more... stop!"
Soha pulled herself away from the boy's body and sat up on the bed. Her hair was disheveled, her breathing rapid. She realized that if she drowned in this addiction, she would deviate from her primary goal of taking revenge on Adriq. She had come to use this boy, not to lose control of her own body.
The boy stared at Soha in surprise. Sweat was dripping from his toned six-pack, his eyes still filled with that primitive thirst. But Soha was now as hard as stone.
Soha (In a grave voice): "That's enough. You've got what you were supposed to get. Now put your clothes on. I have to plan my next move. Adriq and my father are still out there, and I cannot let myself vanish into this delusion."
Soha stepped off the bed and wrapped a sheet around her body. There was no longer any shame in her eyes, only that old, sharp gaze. She went to stand by the window. The rain outside had lessened, but the storm of her life had only just begun.
Soha (To herself): "Adriq, you thought your strikes would break me. But look, today I have used someone else to uproot your existence from within me. Now, only destruction remains." The room sank back into silence. The boy silently stood up from the bed. Soha's "No more" was like the eerie stillness before a great storm.Soha turned from the window and looked at the boy. That mysterious, crooked smile still lingered on his lips. She walked slowly toward him and stood before him.
Soha (With a slight laugh): "By the way, what is your name? You did so much for me, yet I never even learned your name."
Soha was laughing, but behind that laughter lay a deep curiosity. The boy didn't answer. He walked slowly until he was standing right in front of her. Then, leaning close to her ear, he spoke something in a very low, cold, and steady Russian voice.
Hearing the boy's voice and the pronunciation of that language, Soha's entire body froze like ice. Her smile vanished instantly. She looked at him with eyes full of disbelief.
Soha (To herself): "Russian? Only Adriq and his family use this language. Where did a common servant boy learn Russian? And his voice... it sounds so hauntingly familiar!"
Soha realized this boy was no ordinary servant. He was perhaps an old enemy of Adriq, or someone extremely close to him who was now standing by Soha's side to change the game. Those Russian words kept echoing in her ears.
Soha (In a faint voice): "Who are you? Why are you speaking in Adriq's language? Are you one of his men?"
The boy gripped Soha's chin and gave that mysterious smile once more. Without answering, he switched off the lights. In the darkness, only the sound of Soha's rapid heartbeat and the lingering trace of those Russian words remained.
Now, a pin-drop silence filled the room of Soha's secret house. Exhausted from the intensity of her revenge and the physical toll on her body, Soha was fast asleep. She had no idea that the man she had been held by for the last few hours was none other than Adriq himself.
Standing before the mirror, Adriq slowly removed his wig and the makeup of his disguise. The familiar monstrous face emerged in the reflection. But his eyes were no longer filled with just anger; they held a demonic joy of victory. He looked at Soha. Her pale face looked so peaceful in her sleep.
Adriq (Whispering in Russian): "Я же говорил тебе, Соха... ты никогда не сможешь убежать от меня."
(I told you, Soha... you can never run away from me.)
Adriq smiled to himself. Soha thought she was insulting Adriq by sleeping with a "handsome servant boy," but she had actually walked straight into the trap Adriq had set. Adriq knew about this secret house. He knew Soha would look for someone else out of her hatred for him, and he took that exact opportunity. Adriq's six-pack and his toned physique had disoriented Soha so much that she even failed to recognize his voice.
Adriq sat back down beside Soha. His hand slid over the bruises on her neck and moved further down.
Adriq (To himself): "When you open your eyes tomorrow morning, Soha, and see that your 'mysterious handsome boy' is actually me—I am longing to see that look of shame and hatred on your face. You were my property, and today you proved that your body knows no touch but mine."
The first light of dawn began to break outside. Soha was still sleeping soundly, while right beside her, the real Adriq—hidden behind the mask of a double disguise—stood guard over his prey. When she wakes up, the truth that awaits her might shatter her mentally forever.