"My sigh is a slow fire, Elif. You’re already smelling the smoke." The Aftermath
He pulled a crumpled letter from his coat. It was the only thing Elif had left him—not a goodbye, but a cold, calculated betrayal that had stripped him of his dignity and his family’s legacy. Д°lker GГјrsan AhД±mda Seni YaksД±n
A year later, at a high-society gala in a restored mansion on the Bosphorus, Elif appeared on the arm of the man who had bought the Gürsan factories. She looked radiant, draped in emeralds bought with stolen blood. "My sigh is a slow fire, Elif