Destiny For Chessy (When Love Beats Revenge)
A Story

"Prophe Chessy is patient. Don't fuck your body for that crazy guy. Your body is too precious from him. Calm yourself down, calm down …." Aunt Lunara gently rubbed Chessy's back and managed to make Chessy calm. "Good, now you sit down first. Let me and Grandpa Ahsan do the talking." Chessy nodded and sat back in the armchair with Sylia and her mother.

Grandpa Ahsan approached Grandpa Aksan who was still enduring his pain. Ahsan's grandfather did not feel surprised by the arrival of his sister whom he had not met for a long time. Since the division of the inheritance from their parents was unfair to Aksan, he never again met the younger brother. Until one day, the news of Erkan's father's death made Grandpa Ahsan realize that his sister was really insane and crazy treasure.

His parents were the number one man in Turkey. Everyone was almost familiar with him even the mafia genes of both Grandpa's parents were so attached that no one dared to mess with the family. Once, the father was so clear to see the difference in the nature and attitude of the two children. Ahsan was so careful and acted very well according to his father's will.

Aksan himself, who is five years younger than Ahsan, only lives happily and often plays women. For Aksan, living a life of treasure was a perfect thing. His family treasure will never run out even after seven derivatives, eight bottlenecks and twelve climbs. The family's property is comparable to that of Turkey's number one richest man. Finally the father made a big decision for his two children, where the property owned by his family was in the name of Ahsan, up to ninety percent. The rest is in the name of Aksan.

When Ahsan decided to get married, the father was so happy and immediately gave responsibility for some companies and businesses owned by the family in accordance with his decision. The good performance from Ahsan, made the father always proud of him even comparing with Aksan.

Feeling as a child for the differences in affection and also the distribution of property that harmed Aksan, he was enraged and killed the father with a knife stab right landed in his heart. My father also died. The mother, shocked to see a child kill her own father, went mad and died.

Ahsan put Aksan in prison for ten years. The loving Ahsan felt unbearable if the younger brother had to spend his time in prison, hence Ahsan released the younger brother and gave a fief on condition that he would not interfere and would mess with Ahsan's life.

But unfortunately, the second child from Ahsan, Erkan's father who chose to live in Indonesia, was rumored to have died and was expelled Aksan who did that, he said, only Ahsan did not take the case to the legal shutter. Now, Aksan even acted back by making his grandson persecuted.

"You think I'm gonna believe a picisan's picture, huh? You think my granddaughter is so stupid and weak as in that photo you cross? No! I don't believe that."

"I shot him myself. Hah, your favorite grandson is dead. So give me all the treasures that should be mine. Ah yes, or do I need to kill that sleeping girl? Haha …." Aksan laughed again as he pointed at Aylin.

"Heh, a useless man who just hitchhiked a life of luxury to your wife. You think I'm afraid of that cheap threat? Haha …." Aksan really doesn't appreciate anyone there. "Lusi, bring the file here." Aksan shouted and a woman approached him. "Sign this dossier my beloved brother, then there will be no more bloodshed here." Aksan gave a pile of files to Ahsan's chest very roughly. Ahsan received the file and read it at a glance. There was a sneaky smile on Ahsan's lips.

"So soon the police will come to arrest you" Ahsan said, staring at his sister's face.

"Haha ..there is no evidence to suggest that I killed your grandson."

"He's also your grandson, don't you have any sympathy at all?"

"In him flowed the blood of a betrayed brother. I'll never consider him a grandson."

"But our blood is the same, so your blood is on him."

"Argh ... quickly sign and don't talk much anymore." Aksan's shout was so echoed in the building that was still filled with invited guests. They were not afraid, but were watching a family quarrel.

"Thanks to your hand Mr. Aksan."

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