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

her phone buzzed on the nightstand. She reached for it and saw a message from an unknown number.

"You should have died tonight. Next time, you won't be so lucky."

Leyla's eyes widened. Her dizziness was forgotten.

Her fingers tightened around the phone.

Who the hell sent this?

Leyla didn't waste a second. She copied the number and sent it to one of her trusted contacts—Arman.

💬 Leyla: Find out whose number this is. Urgent.

💬 Arman: Got it. Give me a few minutes.

Leyla sat on the edge of her bed, tapping her fingers against her thigh anxiously. She had made plenty of enemies over the years, but this felt personal.

💬 Arman: The number is registered under a fake identity. But I traced the last location it was used from—a warehouse outside the city. Seems like some underground activity happens there.

A warehouse? That meant whoever sent this wasn't just some random threat—they were organized. Dangerous.

Leyla's jaw tightened. She wasn't the type to sit around and wait for danger to come to her.

💬 Leyla: Send me the location.

💬 Arman: Leyla… don't do anything stupid.

💬 Leyla: Too late for that.

She grabbed her jacket, slipped on her boots, and checked the loaded gun she had hidden in her drawer.

If someone thought they could threaten her and get away with it, they were dead wrong.

Leyla didn't hesitate. She grabbed her keys and slipped out of the mansion, making sure none of the maids or guards noticed. The city streets were quiet at this hour, but her mind wasn't. The thought of someone tracking her, threatening her, made her blood boil.

As she arrived near the warehouse, she parked her car at a distance and observed. The place looked abandoned, but Leyla knew better. Nothing was ever as it seemed.

She adjusted her gloves, tucked her gun into the waistband of her pants, and moved silently toward the building.

Her heartbeat remained steady—she had done things like this before.

But this time… it was personal.

She reached the side of the warehouse and spotted a guard smoking near the entrance. He was distracted. Easy target.