Chapter 2

The morning sun blazed with all its warmth, illuminating everything with its glory. A man jogged down the track built for him at his estate-like home. He wore black shorts, his upper body bare of clothing, and the sweat on his skin glistened like pearls. Every muscle of his body protruded as he ran, a tattoo of a wolf howling dominantly carved on his naked back. His biceps and triceps clenched continuously, revealing how much hard work he could do. His jawline moved, and the vein near his forehead showed his determination and power. His eyes showed only dominance and passion. Those gray-blue orbs were ice-cold and could send shivers down anyone’s spine.

When he stared at someone, that person felt like hiding from those orbs. So intimidating and holding something so intense, deep, and marvelous.

Two of his household staff boys stood there, one holding a towel and the other holding a glass of bitter gourd juice, both incredulously looking at this man who had been jogging for more than two hours, but his breathing was still composed.

They were still looking at him when a suited man came rushing toward them, a laptop in hand, and without wasting a moment, he ushered in one breath.

“Sir! I dug out the information about the person who was ratting us out to the other party!”

He was a newly appointed assistant who had come to fill in the temporary position of his personal assistant, who was on leave.

The moment he completed his sentence, the two staff boys looked at each other in dread before facing the back of their boss, who had now halted his movement.

The assistant waited happily for his boss to turn around and praise him for his work when a cold, stoic voice resonated through the silence.

“Steve!”

“Yes, s-sir.”

Steve, in fright, went near his boss. Upon hearing his order, he threw a pitiful glance at the assistant before going back inside the mansion.

While the perplexed assistant stood there wondering why the boss wasn’t applauding the happy news. He was still tangled in his thoughts when Steve came back, but this time holding a container with a gooey-like black liquid in it.

Then he watched as the other boy too came behind him, tugging his wrists in a dead grip, letting the laptop fall on the ground.

Steve, without wasting a second, forcefully poured that liquid inside his mouth, until he could no longer take it, and it began to leak out of his mouth. His weeping cascaded a sliver of happiness in the man’s system who stood there watching.

After Steve was done smudging it on the assistant’s face, making it all black, he slowly ambled towards him. The staff boy made him kneel in front of him.

He tilted his head a bit before speaking in a raucous and cold voice, “You dared to ruin my time and thoughts without my permission, that my dear is not something forgivable!”

He turned his face toward Steve, “Next time, ask Derek to hire someone who knows how to behave in front of Murat Yildiz Khan.”

Not even hearing his reply, he strode inside his mansion.

All the servants bowed down their heads in front of him, but he didn’t spare a glance at them. He moved straight towards his room and then the washroom.

He stood under the shower by leaning onto the wall. Cold water soothed his muscles. He groaned under the water. His mind roamed to the business deal he had with the Italian investors.

After getting ready in his three-piece Armani and diamond Rolex, he came down and moved past the breakfast table, festooned with an array of dishes. But since Father wasn’t around, he only took a glass of his bitter gourd juice, before making his way out.

His guards stood there near his white discovery, holding the door open. The driver, on alert, started the ignition as soon as he settled inside.

He was Murat Yildiz Khan, the son of a multi-billionaire business tycoon Ibrahim Yildiz. Since the day he was able to decipher what life was, all he had seen was his parents fighting all the time and his mother leaving them shortly. Funny, how his father left his beloved country and traditions behind for her, and she ditched him for another person, making him stay away from the bullshit called Love and commitment.

Life since then had been him being taught perfection by his tutors and nannies until he no longer needed them. Father wasn’t around always; even on holidays, he was seen working. Satisfied that his son was given the grooming and luxury he needed, not realizing that his negligence would surely turn him into a spoilt, arrogant, and self-obsessed man.

Murat shook hands with the investors from Italy, confirming the deal. This was a huge deal for him. Many of his competitors tried to persuade them, but no one succeeded. These investors were hard to tame. But of course, not with Murat. If his father was known as persuasive in the business world, then he made sure to be called the boss of the business.

He was ranked as the most successful businessman and also known as the hottest bachelor billionaire alive on earth. Who wouldn’t want to do their business with him? Of course, everybody in their right mind wouldn’t want to mess with him.

Everyone around did whatever it took to please him, making him feel powerful, and that was exactly what he wanted to feel.

He was snobbish, materialistic, rude, arrogant, and rebellious, but one thing about Murat Khan, which made him tolerable in his father’s voice, was his dedication to his work.

He would work day and night nonstop and even have a bedroom in his office cabin, where he basically lived every other night when he was not fooling around with chicks.

He had his boozing time and a fair share of women in life, but he never got involved in feelings of love and stuff; they were a waste of time. He got what he wanted, and they got what they wanted. It was a mutual agreement with no feeling involved. He had never met a woman who, for even a second, grabbed his attention. They all were the same, and sometimes it got boring. Women worshipped the path he walked on, so he didn’t have to work on them. They helped him release his tension, and he helped them with his money.