Chapter 100

Ayleen stood frozen in the walk-in closet, her eyes scanning the luxurious space that exuded wealth and power. Rows upon rows of perfectly organized items filled the expansive room. Everything had its section—world-class perfumes, polished shoes, ties, cufflinks, shirts, pants, you name it. The sheer extravagance left her speechless, even though she had expected it.

Her fingers brushed lightly against a row of crisp, ironed shirts as memories flooded back. She recalled organizing his wardrobe back in Istanbul, her every movement under scrutiny. She had learned the hard way that one misplaced item could lead to beatings or worse. Her heart clenched at the thought, the scars of those days still fresh in her mind.

But what truly surprised her was the section opposite his. It held female dresses, evening gowns, handbags, and an array of heels, ranging from stilettos to comfortable flats. There were even types of clothes she couldn’t name. It was as if she had stepped into a