Chapter Seventy- Six
"I learned you went away to rejuvenate. I did not know you would be back so quickly. Who are you?" He asked Demir but before he could answer, he went on "Don’t tell me you came back because of him." Markus continued as he eyed the other man though his tone didn’t sound like he was angry.
Like hell, she cared if he was.
"Shut up." She told him but the man was like a toy with a key in his brain, controlling him to get on everyone’s nerves, and by everyone, she meant hers.
"I’m Demir." He introduced himself flatly.
It was as if he had never asked about the other man who he was at all. Markus simply ignored him, turning his attention to Asli instead like he didn’t care who he was.
"I’m coming back from my villa," he said, his tone light, almost casual. "Ahmet now knows that his shipment is stolen and is tracking down the missing one."
Her eyes flicked to him, sharp with suspicion. Why would he mention Ahmet all of a sudden?
A beat passed before she remembered that Markus didn’t know about them. Of course, he shouldn’t know about them.
However, if he was telling her about it, then it meant she was supposed to know the cargo was missing. Why was he reporting to her that it was missing? Did he also think she was the thief? Or could it be...
"You stole the cargo?" She rudely asked and his arms crossed over his chest like she had done.
Markus stayed silent and his eyes remained steady and judgemental. The longer he did not respond, the more the frustration built up inside her. She clenched her fists and her nails dug into her palms painfully.
Funny, she thought, how she had not felt this angry when Markus casually mentioned to Demir that he was her fiancé.
But now? Now, her blood was boiling, and the thought of him being the one who stole Ahmet’s shipment without him knowing drove her to the edge.
"It was you, wasn’t it? You stole it!" she spat, her voice thick with fury.
Markus shrugged, an almost bored expression crossing his face. "Yeah, and? What about it?" He tilted his head. He glanced at Demir, who stood silent with a flicker of confusion on his face.
She breathed out angrily. He stole the Cargo yet, Ahmet treated her like she were the thief?
’No he didn’t.’ the tiny voice was back. ’You have been stealing it so it would be alright for him to think you did even if it wasn’t you.’
"How does that mean anything? Your father had wanted you to do that but you were sick so he asked your husband to step in for you." Was it that Markus didn’t fear death or did he have his brain taken out during his birth?
"Stop calling yourself that!" She snapped and tried walking away but Markus followed. She needed to get away before she did anything she’d regret. If she killed him now, her father would question why she did that and most importantly, he would be furious because he wasn’t done using him.
Markus’s voice echoed after her, sharp and mocking. "You should be thanking me!"
Her feet froze mid-step, but only for a second before she spun around, fury lighting her face. "Thanking you? Did you just say I should be thanking you?" Her words shot out like daggers. "Screw you and your cousin!" She pointed directly at him, while her finger trembled with rage, and the venom in her voice was clear that both men could sense her explode.
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