Stella_Winslet

In the heart of Istanbul, where power and danger walk hand in hand, two fierce souls collide. Leyla Iskender—a woman born into privilege, the daughter of a feared police officer, and a storm in her own right. Trained in combat, fluent in multiple languages, and untouched by fear, she is the kind of woman who doesn’t bow to anyone.

Then there’s Ozan Ali Ahmet—ruthless, enigmatic, and a mastermind with control over the city's underground. When Leyla dares to interfere in his business, she unknowingly marks herself as his greatest obsession. A dangerous game of power and dominance unfolds between them, where every step brings them closer to a line that neither is willing to cross—until it’s too late.

What happens when a man used to control meets a woman who refuses to be tamed? When fire meets fire, will it burn them both… or ignite something even darker?

In the streets of Istanbul

Leyla stares at her plate, pushing her food around with her fork.

No one is paying attention to her.

Her mother is busy talking to Ozan, asking about his work, his health—his everything.

And Ozan? Acting like the perfect son-in-law, answering every question with a damn smile.

Leyla's grip on her fork tightens.

She's right here.

But somehow, she feels invisible.

With a sigh, she pulls out her phone, scrolling through it mindlessly.

At least this won't ignore her.

Ozan, mid-conversation, notices.

He cocks an eyebrow, lips curving slightly. "Bored, Ateş?"

Leyla doesn't look up. "Beyond."

Her mother shoots her a warning glance. "Leyla, put your phone away while eating."

Leyla wants to argue, but she already knows how that'll go.

So, she bites back her words and locks her phone, tossing it aside.

If they won't include her, she'll just get through this dinner quietly.

At least, that's what she tells herself.

Still challenging.

And that's going to drive her insane..

As soon as Leyla finishes the last bite, she pushes her chair back and stands up.

"I'm done," she mutters. Without waiting for a response, she turns on her heels and walks away.

Her mother calls after her, "Leyla, at least—"

But she doesn't stop.

She marches straight to her room, shutting the door behind her with a little more force than necessary.

Her heart is pounding.

Why is she so irritated?

She wasn't even hungry to begin with.

She flops onto her bed, staring at the ceiling.

Why the hell is he suddenly everyone's favorite?

Her mom, her family—even Emir left her behind.

And now, she's stuck in this house while Ozan gets treated like royalty.

Her fingers clench into the sheets.

She won't let him invade her world like this.

She'll act like he doesn't exist.

the plan..?!