The wedding had been a whirlwind of silk, gold, and unspoken resentment. Ferit had expected a quiet, submissive bride he could ignore while continuing his playboy lifestyle. Instead, he found himself bound to Seyran.
Ferit, expecting to exert his dominance, was met with Seyran’s cold, sharp fury. She didn't want his money, and she certainly didn't want his name. In that room, under the glow of a crystal chandelier, a silent pact was formed. They were both prisoners of the same golden cage. To survive the vultures downstairs, they would have to play the part of the happy couple, but behind closed doors, a private war had just begun. yali-capkini-e02-720p-hd-movizland-com-mp4
The heavy iron gates of the Korhan mansion in Istanbul didn't just keep the world out; they kept a century of rigid expectations in. For Ferit, the "Golden Boy" of the family, those gates now felt like a cage. After years of reckless living in Europe, his grandfather, the formidable Halis Ağa, had finally played his hand: Ferit was to be married, by force of tradition, to a girl from the ancestral lands of Gaziantep. The wedding had been a whirlwind of silk,
As they entered the mansion for their first night as a married couple, the tension was a physical weight. The elder Korhans watched from the balconies, satisfied that the family bloodline was secured. But inside the bridal suite, the masks slipped. Ferit, expecting to exert his dominance, was met