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🇹🇷Zeynep_Marangoz
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"So you don't want me to see you only as money?" I said, walking around the table. He looked up from where he was sitting, facing me. I married this man for his money, but I have to admit that he was extremely handsome. You know those people who become giants wherever they go, you notice them immediately because everyone else is so small next to them. My husband was just like that. Isn't that why I married him in the first place? Because he was big enough for me to hide under his wings. But still... When I looked down on him like that, I felt so powerful, like I'd made a lion kneel before me. From where he was sitting, he was looking at me with such confidence that it made me want to challenge him. "So my beloved husband wants more now?" I said, continuing to approach. When I stopped in front of him, I grabbed his shoulders, made him lean back in the chair and sat on his lap. I was so slow that my husband, realizing that this was a challenge, never broke my game. Because I knew this was his favorite part of me. A man that everyone was afraid to talk to, let alone challenge, was being challenged at every turn by a woman half his size. Shouldn't that be funny to him? Because I thought it was very funny, but somehow I'm sure it was very hot for my husband. After I settled on his lap, I put my arms around his neck and "Then give me more." I said. He frowned at what I said. I knew he wouldn't like it because he was used to everyone giving him everything he wanted. No strings attached. Now I was asking him for something to get what he wanted and I must say I was used to getting everything I wanted. A wry smile appeared on his face. His hands were already wrapped around my hips as he said, "Would more bags, dresses or cars do the trick, wife?" Now he was challenging me. I shouldn't have fallen for it because it was his weapon. He was cheating by messing with my mind. I mean, I sat on his lap, but mine didn't count. I was allowed to cheat a little bit to beat him. Because I told you, anyone would feel small next to my husband and I needed to see desire in his eyes for a little confidence. So I rubbed against him a little and put one of my hands down on his chest. Instantly his gaze darkened and I continued my game. "See? How can I see a man who is always trying to give me more bags or more money as more than that?" I wasn't sure if he was listening to me because he was looking directly at my lips with his darkened gaze and his hands were caressing my thighs and he looked like he could attack me at any moment, but I knew he wasn't going to interrupt my show and he was going to savor every moment. Is it weird to compare my husband to a wild animal lurking around right now? It was hard enough to pay attention with his hands caressing my thighs, and if he kept looking at me like that for a while longer, I was definitely going to attack him. So I moved the hand that had been on his chest back up to his neck and got close to his ear. As I got closer, his hands gripped my thighs tighter. I may have rubbed a little bit, but I told you, I had the right to cheat. I wonder if he thought I looked like a lurking animal. "If you want me to see you as something more, husband, stop buying me expensive bags or cars every chance you get. I'm here and if you want it that bad, man up and come and get it." I said and placed a kiss between her neck and ear. I was extremely sexy right now and judging by the hands up my skirt I was on the right track but I needed one last stroke. I was going to say the same thing he'd said to me a couple of days ago and get my revenge for that day, and then I could enjoy myself for a while, because with hands on my bare buttocks and legs, my mind was starting to wander too. And this giant of a man wasn't the only one affected by these little tricks. After the kiss, I pulled back, looked into his blackened eyes, gave him the last stroke and finished my show. "If you've got the balls!"
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Chapter 1 - Episode 1

Long ago, when I was a little girl, I had a very ugly clown. There weren't many toys in the orphanage. 

And when they did come, all the children would snatch them up, so there wasn't much left for me. For 

a little girl, it was a useless endeavor to get into such a scramble. So I always had to make do with what 

was left for me in a corner. It was on one such day that I met my clown. He was such an ugly toy that 

no one had even thought of buying him. The first time I saw it, I cried because I was forced to have such 

an ugly toy, and I got angry and threw it on the floor. But then... In the evening, when I jumped out of 

my bed with a very big thunder, for some reason I thought of that ugly clown I had thrown on the floor. 

I was scared to go to the place where I had thrown it. I was scared of the thunder and I was scared to 

death of getting caught. If I got caught, I would be punished again and those punishments were too 

cruel for my little body. Still, I cowered, picked up the toy and went back to bed without being seen by 

anyone. Then I realized that with my clown by my side, I wasn't as scared as I used to be. That night 

and the nights that followed, my clown became my guardian angel. It turned out that all I needed was 

a friend. I realized that what really scared me was loneliness. Then, as I grew older, the bond between 

me and my clown somehow weakened. Despite his presence, the things that happened to me 

destroyed my faith in him day by day. I no longer believed that he was protecting me. I realized that the 

only thing I had to hold on to was my own existence. It was hard to sleep apart from my clown at first, 

but then I didn't even remember his presence. For some reason this morning I suddenly remembered 

my clown's presence. One morning after so many years I just wanted to hug my clown again like the 

girl who was scared that night. I turned to my left and looked at my husband lying next to me. I shouldn't 

feel alone, right? After all, here was my husband who had given me a wonderful night and a wonderful 

life. And I had worked so hard to get this life, to marry this man, to have a house like this. I had worked 

so hard to get this kind of money, and I had married a statue of a man. I had everything I was supposed 

to have. 

I shouldn't just think of my clown one morning and feel alone. 

I wasn't a liar, so I had nothing to fear. This man I married a year ago always knew why I married him. I 

never hid what I wanted from him, which suited him just fine. My husband had no interest in getting 

married, his whole world was his work. He had a technology company and that was the only thing I 

understood about his business. I was smart, clever and definitely a bit evil, but I had one flaw, I didn't 

understand technology at all, because God doesn't give you everything. I could barely use a cell phone, 

but my husband was the opposite of me. He would never show that side of himself, or anyone else 

wouldn't even suspect that he had such dark deeds, but I told you, I'm a bit of a devil and it was never 

hard for me to see the side of my husband that was in hell. 

Did I tell you my husband is very handsome? 

He married me only because he desired me and because I was not afraid to challenge him. He knew I 

was always after his money, but he married me anyway. 

"You are fire." He told me. He liked it very much that I never gave in to him. We were not a normal 

couple. I would have liked a life with flowers and balloons, but that was not the world I was born into. 

Wasn't marriage a way to escape from that world? Yet my marriage was not full of flowers and balloons. 

There was more strategy and passion. But there were good things too. In this one year, my husband 

bought me a lot of nice things. Cars, bags, shoes, clothes and jewelry. I loved jewelry. That was my 

weakness. I was definitely in the "diamonds are a girl's best friend" camp. Everyone has flaws, right? 

This man gave me everything I wanted and in return he wanted a great wife and sex on the outside. I 

was a good actress and everyone my husband introduced me to believed that I was a submissive 

woman, a woman who looked after her husband's mouth. The great wife part might have been 

complete bullshit, but the sex... the sex was absolutely, positively amazing. First of all, my husband is 

great in bed. He's wild and aggressive. He takes what he wants to the fullest. There was a great harmony 

between us that I only felt in bed. I was just as wild as he was, and I liked to be challenged in bed, and 

that made our relationship even more fiery. 

All this was enough for me. 

It wasn't love or affection I was looking for. That's why we didn't even hug, but this morning for the first 

t

 ime I felt a little bit. Cold? 

When I slept with my clown, I was never cold. When I held him, I didn't feel the chill of loneliness. My 

bed was always warm, so I was never afraid. Why was it like that this morning? I involuntarily reached 

out a hand towards Aslan's arm, but I couldn't touch it. As if I should... Should I touch it once? I gave 

up touching it and pulled my hand towards me, but I was cold. After all, wasn't it the duty of a husband 

to warm his wife when she was cold? Slowly and hesitantly, I snuggled up to my husband. I had been 

through some very shameful things with this man in this bed, but was I ashamed to hug him now? No 

hugging! No cuddling! Just using him as a comforter to keep me warm. That's all. I hesitantly put my 

head on his shoulder. I think I was getting a little warm. Then I wrapped my hands around his naked 

torso. He squirmed a little at my touch and put one hand around my waist, pulling me towards him. 

Then he ran his nose through my hair and kissed the top of my head. Now it was a little hot. Anyway, 

he immediately wrapped his arms around me like an octopus. I wonder if he was cold too. Yes, he might 

have been cold. After all, I was a good wife and I could warm my husband by staying like this a little 

longer. Although Aslan normally didn't sleep until this time, but we had gone to bed very late at night 

and he must have been tired. It was too early for me, I had woken up early and I was cold because of 

my stupid clown. I could have slept a few more hours and got up before Aslan woke up. For some reason 

I didn't want him to see us hugging. Anyway. I was cold and now I was in a more comfortable position 

than I had ever been. Sleep was already sweetly enveloping my body. I could sleep for a few hours, just 

a few hours. 

I was in the arms of such a sweet sleep... in your arms? Arms? My husband's arms? I opened my eyes 

at the speed of light, but I didn't see the sight I was expecting. The fucking Lion had stayed with me 

f

 irst. I quickly sat up in bed, but all my perception was confused because I got up so suddenly. I looked 

around in a daze for a while, the bathroom door was open, so Aslan must have woken up a while ago. 

He must have seen me hugging him. This was not good. I hoped it was my lucky day and Aslan had 

already gone to work. Sighing, I pulled my hair up and looked at the clock. 12 o'clock? That was a new 

record, even for me who liked to sleep. Why did I sleep like the dead until this hour? I'm a rabbit sleeper, 

normally I wake up at the slightest sound? It's because of that clown. He threw me off balance. I had 

to get out of bed and get ready, but what if Aslan was downstairs, surely he would make fun of me? 

There's no use being scared, is there? 

"Ouch, there was shit to hug!" I muttered to myself as I got ready. I only had plans to go to a facial today 

and that was still a while away. So I wore comfortable shorts and a t-shirt with straps. The weather was 

warm but I felt cold like an idiot. When I got to the top of the stairs, I paused for a while to see if there 

was any sound coming from downstairs. There was no sound, but Aslan was not a very talkative person 

anyway. Except when he gave orders. At those moments he sang like a nightingale. Although it would 

have been unfair to associate a beautiful animal like a nightingale with a lion. A crow would have been 

more appropriate. Since there was no sound from downstairs, maybe he was already gone. And since 

I couldn't stay at the top of this staircase forever, I had to go down. I took a deep breath and went down 

the stairs. I was cautious. Could small steps make me invisible? After descending the stairs, I looked 

towards the hall, but no one was in sight. Maybe today was my lucky day. 

"Good morning, Yenge*." I jumped up, startled by the sound coming from my left side. I immediately 

raised my palate. I had some superstitions. Like I would go crazy if I didn't raise my palate when I was 

frightened. 

"You scared the hell out of me, Selim," I said. Selim could be my favorite person in this house without 

a doubt. He was my husband's most trusted person, his right arm, left kidney, eyes, ears, in short, 

everything. I don't think being jealous of Selim makes me crazy. He had more space in my husband's 

life than I did, and girls know that no one wants someone who takes up more space in their husband's 

life than they do. Some things were just in our DNA. 

Selim was both surprised that I was scared and embarrassed that he had scared me. Selim had a lot of 

respect for me because of Aslan and I had to admit that I liked it a lot. Of course, he didn't like me at 

f

 irst because he saw me as a gold digger, which he was right, but then one morning while we were 

having our usual fights, Aslan came and said, "From now on, every word you say to my wife, consider 

it as if you were saying it to me." Selim had a sudden change and started to call me sister-in-law and 

then started to talk to me without judgment. I actually thought Aslan cared about me after that, but 

when I got a lecture in the evening about how everyone but us thought this marriage was real, I realized 

that what he really cared about was his own image and peace of mind, and I came to my senses not to 

indulge in foolish thoughts anymore. This was how one's mind could sometimes wander. 

"I'm sorry, Yenge, I didn't mean to scare you. You're distracted today, normally you would have heard 

me before I came to you. It's okay." She said. What was I going to say, "I hugged my husband last night 

and now I'm running away from him in case he hits me in the face." Who would run away from her 

husband because she hugged him? 

"No, I'm not absent-minded. I just woke up, that's why." I said. Whatever that means. Selim looked at 

me and the living room I had just looked at. Then he laughed 

"I realize now," he said, "are you cowering like a cat looking for your husband? I wouldn't exactly say I 

was looking for him. I laughed and kept up with him, but it was a nervous laugh. 

"Y-yes, of course I'm looking for my husband. I miss my husband, where is he, is he here?" Please say 

no, please say no, please say no... 

"Here, of course, when did Abim leave without seeing you,. Between you and me, my Abim* 

has become a bit of a wife's peasant, but of course you are no less, mashallah, you are husband's peasant." 

He said. The asshole was mocking me. As I tried to escape my husband's mockery, I was caught in his 

little copy's. I immediately went on the defensive and crossed my arms in front of me. That was my 

defensive position. Maybe I looked a bit like a nasty woman, a little bit, but only a little bit. 

"So much for being a peasant. I brought color to this soulless house. You should pray for me." I said, 

and he started laughing like a dirty man. 

"Oh, so you just accepted that my husband is a peasant." She said. In order to be a peasant husband I 

had to love my husband and in our marriage there was no hate, let alone love. I was just clinging to 

money and sex in an empty marriage. Why did that make me feel a little bad right now. 

I immediately dissipated the smoke of the arabesque that had formed inside me and returned to my 

ugly self. 

"My dear, if you had a husband like mine, you would be a peasant and believe me, this part of the 

village is unbelievable." I said. I might have been a bit too suggestive when I said unbelievable, but I 

was already a bit of a shameless girl. Selim understood the imam immediately and grimaced. 

"I think I'm gonna throw up." He said. He put his hands to his mouth. I sent him a fake smile and 

"If you don't want to hear any more details, tell me where my husband is." I said. For a short while I 

had forgotten my real problem, but it was still there and I couldn't run away for long. Selim finally 

stopped his exaggerated facial expressions. When he talked about the lion, he immediately became 

serious. Aslan was the person he respected the most in this world, just his name alone would make 

most people stand at attention with respect. Because my husband had saved so many lives. I respected 

him too, even though I was very annoyed with him, although I would never show it to him. 

"He was having breakfast in the garden. He's a bit nervous, but I'd say approach cautiously." He said. I 

wonder if he was angry because I hugged him. You can't be angry just because we were cold for a day. 

As if we ate. Smart ass, what a precious arm he has. Besides, he hugged me and did I say anything? 

Was I filling myself up too fast? 

"I'll take a look then." I said, but I was a little nervous. Selim again with a sarcastic smile 

"Look, of course, he'll lose his temper when he sees you, and wait, I'm coming too, I can't miss it." He 

said. If you only knew, I'm the cause of his anger. Anyway, you can't drop your nose. I walked towards 

the garden in front of Selimin. I might have been a little nervous but I wasn't going to show it. When I 

came to the garden gate, I saw my husband, who was drinking his tea in his thin waist cup in one hand 

and reading something with his full attention on his tablet in the other hand. He had already finished 

his breakfast because he was never interested in other things while having breakfast. I had a husband 

who was very fond of food. I loved to eat too, but nobody knew that because I usually ate two bites of 

something fake when I was with someone else. I usually let the part of me that loses itself when I eat 

alone go free. 

I took a few steps to Aslan's side and took my seat directly to his right. Aslan looked up from his tablet 

and looked first at me and then at Selim, who was coming up behind me. Normally my plan was to just 

pretend to be invisible without speaking, but unfortunately that was not possible. So I put a smile on 

my face and told my husband 

"Good morning." I said. Selimde sat on the other side of Aslan and was already munching on something 

on the table. Aslan closed his tablet 

"Good morning, wife." He said. He looked so normal that it was impossible to tell from his face what 

he was thinking. Was he angry or, I don't know, maybe he felt good that I hugged him. Maybe... A little 

bit. 

I said, "You haven't gone to work yet?" My plan to be invisible wasn't going to work, so I went to plan 

B: intimidate by talking. Because I felt like I would suffocate if I kept quiet. Maybe I was out of his arms 

before morning and he didn't even see us like that when he woke up. I might even be delusional. 

I could be, couldn't I? 

"I slept so well last night I woke up late." He said. He had a sideways smile on his face. I was sure that's 

how he saw us now. He was making fun of me. The blood was literally rushing to my cheeks, but I 

pretended I didn't understand. 

"It must have been a bit chilly last night." I didn't hug you, I just snuggled a little unconsciously because 

I was cold. I hope you got the message, husband. 

"It was. It was cool, even cold at times." He said. Was he making fun of me? Was he looking at me with 

a stupid grin on his face, a little flirtatious? 

"I couldn't sleep a wink yesterday because of the heat." Selim interrupted before he even swallowed 

the pastry in his mouth. Couldn't it be that we were cold? 

"No, no, it was cool here." Aslan said, but he was still looking at me. As he looked at me, it was as if the 

shame inside me was pumping blood all over my body at the same time. I couldn't take it anymore and 

I looked away from Aslan and looked at Selim. My cheeks were burning. Selim looked at me and then 

at Aslan. Then his gaze turned mocking, just like Aslan. 

"Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, it was cool." He said. Great, now they were both making fun of me. Just because 

we hugged our husband, you can't be so hard on people. I changed color out of embarrassment. What 

was happening to me? Was I a woman who would be so embarrassed and run into herself? It was all 

because of that clown. 

"Selim, wait for me in the car." Even when I heard the lion's voice, I just looked at the olives on my plate 

without lifting my head. When did I put olives on my plate? Selim got up from his seat 

"See you, Yenge, put some clothes on, it'll get cooler." He said laughing. What an asshole that kid was. 

While I was wondering if I should throw the olives at his head, I heard the Lion's loud voice. 

When he said "Selim!", I was startled. He had suddenly shaken off his previous sarcastic mood. That's 

how Aslan was. One moment did not match the next. When you felt like getting close to him, he would 

suddenly turn into his tough self. He left no balance. 

"I'm already gone." When Selim heard Aslan's harsh voice, he immediately disappeared. I was left just 

like that. I wasn't feeling well today. Aslan got up from his chair and straightened his shirt. I was sure 

he was looking at me, but instead of looking at him, I went back to my olives. While I was praying in my 

heart that maybe he would leave without messing with me, Aslan threw one hand on the back of my 

chair and leaned over me. 

"I say I'll get an air conditioner in the room." He said. His voice was so erotic that for a moment I didn't 

recognize what he was saying. I lifted my gaze from my olives and looked at his face. He was very close 

to me and he looked different. Not sarcastic like before, not cold as usual. This time he was looking very 

deep. 

"Why? You catch a cold and then the air conditioner hits you and you don't realize." I could only say. I 

didn't know if I was talking nonsense because I was lost in my husband's voice and his gaze. 

"I have a wife. If I'm cold, will she warm me or not? Like last night." He said. I was aware that he had 

seen what happened last night, but when he said it to my face like that, the fire in my cheeks seemed 

to reach my ears. And did he really hug me because he was cold? Why was this bothering me now? 

Aslan leaned a little more towards my ear before I could digest what he said. 

"Besides, it's better to sleep in the cool air. I can't give up now." He kissed me on the cheek and left. 

Me? 

I just stood there with fire coming out of my ears. .