Destined for You: A Second Chance to Love

By D. Gabriela

Asli Abudad lived an unhappy life with her family. Her mother was an unbearable tyrant, and her father was a torturous monster. Her only happiness came from having her brother, who always treated her well.

One day, her brother manages to arrange a marriage for Asli, which he believes will take her far away from their mother and allow her to have a better life. When Asli goes to Italy to meet her future husband, she is struck by the lack of attention he gives her, though he treats her with respect.

Aron Junior Muller also suffered greatly from an abusive father until his death. Despite being a cold man, Aron fell in love with a woman who was not with him but whom he still loved.

Asli, as a bride by arrangement, could win the heart of a man who loves someone else, or would it be better for her to give up and disappear from his life?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Noveltoon
• Release date: Oct 14, 2024
• ISBN: 9798227138415

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Destined for You: A Second Chance to Love

Chapter 1

Asli Abudad

I am Asli Abudad, 18 years old, born in Turkey. I have a tyrannical mother and a brother who is a true angel in my life. If it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t have made it to adulthood; I owe my life and the few happy moments I have to him.

Our father was a true monster. He tortured us mercilessly. Whenever something didn't go his way, he would lock us in his torture room for hours, inflicting the worst atrocities upon us. Unable to bear the torture any longer, my brother one day revolted and killed him. That day was the happiest day of my life, knowing that I would never be tortured again. But I was wrong. My mother became a worse monster. She didn't torture me physically, but she tormented me psychologically. I couldn’t have friends, I didn't study. Everything I learned, I learned from Mohammed. He even tried to help me, but unfortunately, he’s more understanding with our mother and obeys her every word.

So as not to see me suffer anymore, he arranged a marriage for me. I didn't oppose it, for I know that in the world we live in, this is our destiny. I just wanted to break free from my mother's tyranny. Of course I was scared; I've never seen a naked man, nor do I really know what happens. My mother only said that I have to be obedient and that I can't move during the act or I'll burn on the marble of hell.

Now I'm going to Italy to meet my future husband and I'm getting married the next day. He is debilitated; it seems his father was a monster just like mine. I hope he's not a monster too, because I swore I would never let anyone lay a hand on me again, and if I have to, I'll slit his throat without hesitation.

My mother forbade me from socializing with Italian women. She said they are too vulgar and that I have to maintain respect; I can't become a disgrace. We arrived at a beautiful mansion and were greeted by a beautiful red-haired lady. She introduced herself as the lady of the house. I observed everything; everyone here is beautiful, both women and men, breathtaking. But what caught my attention the most was my fiance. Despite having some bruises on his face, it didn't detract from his beauty. He is huge, he looks like a giant. I wonder what our wedding night will be like? He will finish me off, for my mother said it hurts a lot and that it’s only pleasurable for men.

If my mother dreamed that I was imagining my fiance naked, she would leave me on my knees on stones and seeds for a week. I noticed that he is very serious, he didn't smile at me and didn't speak to me. Whatever Allah wills. But I also intend to run away as soon as I get the chance. I want to see the world, I want to experience everything that has been forbidden to me until today.

I was sitting on the couch in silence, watching the women talking. The moment I went to grab a sweet, my mother scolded me. She forbids me from eating anything I enjoy; I live in an iron cage, this is not life. Astrid tried to communicate with her sister-in-law, who looked lost.

I'm Astrid, your future husband’s sister. Tomorrow, we'll go buy your dress. Do you have any particular style in mind? she asked to make conversation.

No, replied Asli shyly.

Hmm, I have some models on my phone. Would you like to see them? asked Astrid, realizing that Asli was very afraid of her mother.

Yes, she replied, still looking down.

Great, let's go to my room. My phone is charging there, she said, pulling Asli along.

We'll go too, said Eleanor and Olivia, getting up.

It’s better not to. Asli is very shy, said Sanem. She’s afraid that I will tell you about our lives and she will get too comfortable with you.

You can go dears, Sanem. We’ll go to the kitchen and see if everything is alright, Agnes said, intervening, for she realized that I was uncomfortable in my mother's presence.

Astrid, my sister-in-law, didn't pay much attention to Mom and took me with her.

Wow, I was impressed by the beauty of the place. I live in a mansion, but I don't have many luxuries. Dad always made me help with the housework and my room was tiny.

You can sit there, I'll get my phone, Astrid said, pointing to an armchair in the room.

I sat down and Olivia, I think she’s the most curious of them, sat down next to me and started asking me questions.

So Asli, tell us a little more about yourself, Olivia said.

My eyes widened and I started to tremble, for I couldn't say anything or my mother would kill me.

I don't have much to say, I said evasively.

Hmm, let's look at the dresses, said Astrid, noticing my discomfort with Olivia's curiosity.

My eyes shone as soon as I saw the photos of the dresses, but I didn't say anything, for they were beautiful models, but very revealing; my mother would kill me as soon as she saw the dresses. It would even be funny to wear one of those dresses, I'm sure they would look beautiful, but I decided not to do such a crazy thing.

We stayed at one of the Lykaios family homes.

The next day, I went shopping for my dress. I fell in love with several models, but in the end, I went with the one my mother approved of.

Chapter 2

I barely slept, just thinking about getting married and living with a man in the same room gives me a stomachache, but I'm sure it will work out, if it doesn't, I'll become a widow or run away, I don't care about anything anymore.

I woke up the next day tired, because I slept poorly, I took a shower, got dressed and went down to have coffee.

My mother and Morramed were already at the table, she had a terrible look on her face, I went up to her and received her blessing, then I went to my brother who kissed my face tenderly.

Did you sleep well, my angel? Morramed asked.

A little, I'm anxious, I said with a timid smile.

You don't need to be anxious, your life won't change and do as I said so you won't be returned, Mom said irritably, leaving the table.

I let a few tears escape, but Morramed, as always, calmed me down.

He won't hurt you, princess, and if he does, you know you just have to call me and I'll rip his guts out, said Morramed.

I love you, brother, I said kissing his hand.

I love you too, little princess, now finish your coffee, because in a little while a team will arrive to get you ready, said Morramed, kissing her forehead tenderly and leaving.

I finished my coffee, went back to my room, took a bath and after a while a team arrived, got me ready and I went to put on my dress and almost fell backwards when I saw it, my mother will have a fit, I can't believe my sister-in-law had the courage to change my dress, but to tell you the truth I was very happy, because from the beginning it was the one I wanted.

Luckily my mother had already gone to the Lykaios' house and it was just me and my brother left at the house. He came into the room and smiled when he saw me.

Did you like your surprise? He asked.

It was you? I asked incredulously, still looking at myself in the mirror.

Of course, how do you think this dress got here, Astrid told me about your wish for it, I know Mom is going to have a fit, but your happiness is more important to me, I love you my little princess, said Morramed kissing her forehead.

You're going to make me smudge my makeup, I said, already crying excitedly.

Then let's go, that mane is waiting for you, said Morramed, extending his arm to her.

The two of them drove to Agnes' house.

Morramed led her to the altar where Junior was waiting for her, Sanen, seeing her daughter's clothes, scowled and asked for mercy on her soul, she walked up to her to cover her with the shawl, but Morramed stopped her and took her to their reserved place.

The ceremony was quick, we answered what the judge asked and he kissed my forehead.

It was the first time a man had touched me, I felt my whole skin crawl, I felt a strange discomfort between my legs, a warmth and a liquid running down, I'm definitely going to burn on the marble of hell, because I wished that kiss on my lips, this man is pure temptation, just imagining his arms around my body I feel a heat that I don't know where it comes from, I'm really lost.

We greeted the guests and then ate some things, I threw the bouquet and we went to the apartment my husband was living in.

My mother went with us, she will be here for a week, I confess that I wanted her to leave, I can't stand living with her anymore, but unfortunately I can't do anything.

My mother is the most difficult woman to live with, everything I do for her is wrong, I think she lived so long with my father that she learned how to be mean.

Chapter 3

Aron Junior Muller

I am Aron Junior Muller, 30 years old, and I confess that I have never been a good person. My father raised me to be a monster like him, and he succeeded for a while, until I met a beautiful woman and fell head over heels in love with her.

I will never forget the first time I saw Eleanor. She was my father's prisoner. He bought her to hurt my mother, but she arrived an hour after my mother passed away. Then my father, like the sadistic madman he was, locked her up and started to beat and torture her every day.

The day I met her, I fell in love. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever met in my life. So I convinced my father to let me torture her, but instead of doing that, I conquered her, and she gave me her body and heart.

We lived a happy time until she became pregnant. It was a dream come true. Every time I heard my daughter's heart beating, our joy ended when we were betrayed by a soldier, and my father found out everything. He beat and tortured me for days, but the worst pain was seeing him beat Eleanor until she lost our daughter. If it hadn't been for my sister Astrid secretly calling a doctor from my father, Eleanor would have died too.

After Eleanor was rescued, my father started to make crazy plans. Unable to take it anymore, I ended up betraying him, but he found out and tortured me to near death. I was rescued by the Lykaios brothers and their mobster friends.

Luckily, my father was killed, and I was able to get away from that sadistic madman. However, to avoid being killed myself, an agreement was made with Morramed Abudad. I would marry his sister.

I even thought she would be an ugly woman, but she's beautiful. But she's very young, and I made a promise not to touch her because my heart belongs to Eleanor, even though I know she's happy with Ares Lykaios.

I won't drag Asli into my dark world. As soon as I get strong in the mafia, I will free her from this marriage. I like to be alone, and I will stay that way. No other woman will ever enter my heart again.

I'm here at the altar waiting for my bride. I confess that I'm nervous, and seeing Eleanor in Ares' arms isn't helping. She looks beautiful. I want to rip her from his arms and make her mine again, but I know that it's best for her to be with him, as I have only caused my beautiful Eleanor suffering. So now, all I can do is wish her all the happiness in the world because my black-haired angel deserves it.

I was lost in my thoughts when I saw Asli walking beside Morramed. She looked beautiful in a slightly tight and revealing dress, showing off curves that he had no idea she had.

I even felt a certain desire. My cock came to life, but I pushed those thoughts away because I won't touch her. She's too pure for me because everything I touch, I destroy.

The wedding was quick, and in the end, I didn't kiss her lips. I kissed her forehead. I felt her shudder at the touch of my lips. I almost smiled because she is so pure and transparent. She turned red just from a kiss on the forehead. Imagine how she would be in my bed.

After greeting the guests and eating, we went home. My wife didn't say a word to me. She is very shy, also with that witch by her side. Just looking at her gives me the creeps.

When we got home, I left them in the living room and went to the office. I'm swamped with problems and work with the companies and the mafia. In a month, I plan to return to Germany. I want to take back control of everything and be a better mobster than my father.

I was distracted when I heard screaming and compulsive crying.

I went to see what was going on. My wife's face was red, and her wedding dress was ripped, with her mother, the witch, yelling offensive words at her, saying she would burn in hellfire for being a harlot.

Can I know what's going on here? I said in a calm but hate-filled voice. I pulled Asli into my arms. She looked like a frightened bird.

Don't interfere. I'm educating my daughter, who is dressed like a whore. I knew the influence of those women on her wouldn't be good, Sanen said angrily.

Chapter 4

I held back the urge to strangle that old woman; how dare she attack an angel as sweet as Asli?

I don’t know how things are in your house, but in mine, I won’t tolerate you laying a hand on my wife again, I said, irritated, that damn old hag.

The old woman looked at me with hatred, but I didn't care; I was already used to receiving disdain from all sides.

Shut your mouth, you worthless traitor! She’s my daughter, and if I want to kill her, I’ll do it, Sanen shouted in anger.

My instinct was to drag that old woman out by her hair, but I needed to keep calm or I would frighten Asli even more, who was trembling like a green sapling in my arms.

Asli, go to our room; I need to talk to your mother, I pleaded with her, who ran out of the room frightened, like a kitten fleeing from a ferocious dog.

I walked slowly towards my mother-in-law, that witch, and grabbed her by the neck.

If you know I’m a traitor, it’s better not to irritate me, because I might just betray you and deliver your head to your enemies. The next time you touch my wife, you’ll fly out the window, I said, tightening her neck until she was almost out of breath; I saw fear mixed with rage in her wide eyes.

After leaving her sprawled on the floor of the living room, catching her breath, I went after Asli, who was definitely terrified.

My life is truly a torment; my mother was so enraged by my dress that as soon as Junior left us alone, she slapped me and pulled my hair.

Ow, Mom, why did you do that? I asked, putting my hand on the spot where she had hit me.

Because you’re behaving like a whore! What kind of dress is that? Where’s the one I chose? Sanen yelled, tearing Asli's dress.

Please, Mom! I begged and pleaded, but she ruthlessly tore my beautiful dress to shreds.

You’re going to burn on the marble of hell, behaving like a damned whore, Sanen said, giving Asli another slap across the face.

My luck was that Junior entered the room and saved me from her grasp; he embraced me, and for the first time, I felt protected. When he asked me to go to the bedroom, I didn't think twice; I ran and lay quietly on the bed, silently crying for my beautiful dress, as she always managed to destroy my happiness.

I remained silent on the bed until I heard the door open; it was Junior who lay down next to me and stroked my hair. His touch was so gentle and soothing; I felt so good, his masculine scent intoxicated me, and my legs trembled when he softly ran his fingers over my bare arm, red from my mother’s scratches.

You should take a shower; I’ll get our dinner, Junior said, kissing my red cheek.

Asli didn’t respond; she got up and went to the bathroom, her head hanging low, feeling her heart race at the thought of sharing a bed with him.

After a long shower, Asli put on a nightgown that she hated, as it covered her from head to toe; she felt like a nun as she stepped out of the bathroom with knots in her stomach.

Junior was sitting on the bed, fiddling with his phone; he was shirtless, and she couldn't resist sneaking a glance at his beautiful chest, feeling her panties dampen at the sight.

I’m going to take a shower and then we’ll go out for dinner, he said, walking past her and giving her a view of his broad back.

Asli ended up fanning herself, as she was truly anxious about what was to come.

Minutes later, he emerged from the bathroom, they had dinner, went through their hygiene routines, and lay down on the bed.

Asli found it strange that Junior lay apart from her, not touching her at all; instead, he picked up his phone.

Noticing Asli looking at him, Junior turned to her.

Feel free to sleep or use your phone; I’m working and can’t pay you any attention, he said.

Asli looked at him with sadness.

I... I don’t have a phone, she stuttered.

You don’t like it? he asked.

Actually, I’ve never had one; my mom and dad didn’t allow it, saying it’s the portal to hell, she said shyly.

Junior just smiled and said nothing more, returning to his phone and completely ignoring her.

Asli thought about starting a conversation, but what would she say? By the looks of it, he wouldn’t do anything with her, and she would die a virgin without ever having kissed anyone. At least she wouldn’t burn on the marble of hell, she thought. Then she turned away, adjusted herself in bed, and fell asleep.

Junior went to bed; it was already late. He glanced at Asli and felt sorry for her; she was far too innocent for his world.

Chapter 5

Asli woke up the next morning alone in bed, Junior's side was cold, he had certainly been awake for a long time. She got up and smiled when she saw a breakfast tray and a gift bag.

Upon opening the bag, she smiled, it was a brand new, latest generation cell phone, she grabbed her cell phone and ran to the bed, even forgetting to eat.

Upon turning it on, she saw that she already had Junior's and her sister-in-law Astrid's number.

She created social media accounts, but didn't post any photos, instead, she sent a message to Junior thanking him for the gift.

✉ Thank you, I loved the phone.

Minutes later, she received a message from him.

✉ Glad you liked it.

She found the message dry, but what did she expect? They weren't a normal couple, she