Jeya_Rashique

Beneath the surface of Istanbul, in the shadows where the world dares not look, Emir reigns—a ghost, a weapon, a monster carved from betrayal. Abandoned as a child, he learned to survive in the blood-soaked underbelly of power until Kanat, a man with secrets of his own, took him in and forged him into something unstoppable.

Emir knows nothing of innocence. Nothing of softness. Nothing of the daughter Kanat kept hidden from him.

Beren.

Delicate. Sheltered. Too pure for a world like his. She should have never stepped into his underground lair. She should have never seen him like that—hands drenched in blood, eyes as dark as the sins he carries.

Now, she is tangled in his world, a world that will eat her alive.

Unless he teaches her how to survive it.

Unless he makes her just as dangerous as he is.

But some flames burn too close, some shadows whisper too sweetly, and some monsters… aren’t meant to be tamed.

 A dark, intense tale of power, obsession, and love laced with danger. Enter at your own risk.

The Devil's Butterfly

Enough of the games. The storm was coming.

Emir sat on the edge of the bed, his elbows on his knees, hands clasped together—the look in his eyes? Deadly. Calculated. A man on the edge of war.

Beren stood by the window, watching the city lights, her own mind a battlefield.

Revenge. Power. Survival.

She turned, arms crossed. "We don't have time for this, Emir. The enemy is moving."

Emir looked up at her, his smirk sharp. "And you think I'm not?"

She knew that smirk meant someone was about to die.

Beren sighed, stepping closer. "What did you do?"

Emir leaned back, stretching lazily, but his eyes held pure violence. "I sent a message."

Beren's brows furrowed. "A message?"

He tilted his head, looking at her as if she was slow. "Yes, Butterfly. A very… bloody message."

Her stomach twisted. "Emir—"

The door burst open.

One of their men rushed in, face pale. "Boss, we have a problem."

Emir exhaled through his nose, annoyed. "That's not news. Be specific."

The man swallowed. "It's Ece."

The woman who had betrayed them before. The woman who had almost gotten Emir killed.

Emir's jaw clenched. He stood up, rolling his shoulders. "What about her?"

The man hesitated. "She's back. And she has Kanat's old allies with her."

Thick. Heavy. Dangerous.

Then—Emir laughed.

Low. Amused. Deadly.

Beren frowned. "This isn't funny, Emir."

He ran a hand through his hair, sighing. "Oh, Butterfly." His dark green eyes locked onto hers, gleaming with something terrifying. "It's hilarious. Because now I finally have an excuse to kill her."

And just like that—the war truly began.

Blood & Betrayal