CHAPTER 2
A Few Days Later…
Leyla walked into the police station to meet her father, İskender, the chief of police. As she entered his office, her gaze immediately fell on a file sitting on the desk. A small, knowing smirk played on her lips.
Ozan Ali Ahmet.
So, this was it. All the information she had asked for. Perfect.
Full Name: Ozan Ali Ahmet
Age: 30
Nationality: Turkish
Occupation: CEO of Ahmet Holdings (a legitimate empire, but rumors of illegal dealings exist)
Criminal Records (Hidden): Suspected involvement in money laundering, underground networks, and illegal arms trading. Never caught.
Reputation: "The Untouchable King" – No one dares to cross him. Cold, calculating, ruthless
Father: Yılmaz Ahmet (respected businessman)
Mother: Esma Ahmet (socialite, loves charity work)
Sister: Defne Ahmet (An actress and Ozan's fav)
Most Feared Trait: Never forgives betrayals. If someone crosses him, they regret it.
Weaknesses:
Too much pride. Hates losing, even in small matters.
Trust issues. Never lets anyone too close.
No known romantic relationships.
Enemies:
A rival businessman who wants to destroy his empire.
Government officials who are secretly trying to expose his hidden dealings.
As she flips through the file, her smirk fades into a serious expression. This man isn't just rich and powerful—he's dangerous, untouchable, and feared.
"So, Ozan... you're not just a businessman. You're a ghost who controls everything from the shadows."
She glances at a picture of him in the file—sharp suit, cold eyes, smirk of a man who owns the world. She exhales.
"Tch. Just my luck to mess with the devil himself."
But instead of being scared, she closes the file with a satisfied smirk.
"Let's see if you're really as untouchable as they say, Ozan Ali Ahmet."
Meanwhile, across the city, in a dimly lit office, Ozan leaned back in his leather chair, his fingers lazily drumming against the dark mahogany desk as his assistant placed a thick file before him.
His assistant cleared her throat. "Sir, as per your orders, we dug into her background."
Ozan didn't respond immediately. Instead, he flicked open the file, his sharp eyes scanning over the details of the woman who dared to challenge him.
Full Name: Leyla Iskender
Age: 22
Father: Iskender Pasha – A high-ranking police officer feared and respected in Turkey.
Mother: Aylin Iskender – A former model, known for her grace and charm.
Brother: Emir Iskender – CEO of a major security firm, fiercely protective of his younger sister.
Wealth Status: Heiress – Owns multiple luxury properties, lives in a massive mansion with a full staff.
Personality:
A princess in her palace – pampered, spoiled, but not weak.
Never faced oppression. Never had to beg, never had to fear.
Sharp tongue, reckless courage.
Doesn't tolerate injustice – her first instinct is to fight, not run.
Strengths:
Highly trained in self-defense.
Cunning, manipulative when necessary.
Connections in both legal and underground worlds
Weaknesses:
Too used to getting her way. Doesn't know what it feels like to lose.
Overly emotional when it comes to protecting the innocent.
Ozan smirked, flipping the page.
This was not the kind of woman he was used to dealing with. Daughters of politicians, desperate socialites, businesswomen pretending to be powerful—he had seen them all.
But Leyla?
A princess, raised in silk and gold—yet dangerous enough to pull a gun on him without hesitation.
He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk, his smirk turning into something darker.
"Interesting," he murmured. His assistant shifted uneasily.
"There's more," she continued hesitantly. "She's also looking into your background. She ordered a full report on you."
Ozan's smirk vanished.
He snapped the file shut, eyes darkening.
"So…" He let out a low chuckle, voice cold and laced with amusement. "The princess thinks she can play with fire."
He glanced at the city skyline through his window, then turned his gaze back to the file, tapping his fingers over her picture.
"Let's see how long she can handle the heat."