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

Two of them move forward, grabbing her arms. Leyla struggles, but her strength is fading.

Leyla fights back with all the strength she has left, twisting her body to free herself, but her energy is running out. Arman watches her struggle with amusement, shaking his head.

"Still so stubborn, huh?" He steps closer, gripping her chin roughly, forcing her to look at him. "I should've known you'd never come willingly. But don't worry, you'll learn soon enough."

Leyla glares at him, her breath shaky but her spirit unbroken. "You'll regret this."

Arman smirks. "Oh, I doubt that." He nods toward his men. "Take her to the car. We have a long night ahead."

The moment they drag her toward the exit, Leyla spots something—a sharp metal tool lying on the floor. Perfect.

With one last burst of energy, she kicks backward, making one of the men lose balance. Using the moment of distraction, she grabs the metal tool and swings it at the other guy, slashing his arm. He yells in pain, loosening his grip.

Leyla wastes no time. She dashes toward the emergency exit, pushing through the door—only to find herself in an empty alleyway.

No weapons. No backup. No way out.

Behind her, Arman's voice echoes. "Run all you want, Leyla. You won't escape me."

Leyla's blood ran cold at Arman's words. He stepped closer, his fingers brushing against her arm as he whispered, "Finally… this body will be mine."

A shiver of disgust crawled down her spine. Her hands clenched into fists. "Over my dead body."

Arman chuckled darkly, his grip tightening. "Oh, don't tempt me, sweetheart. I wouldn't mind that either."

Leyla snapped—rage overtook her fear. Using all her strength, she drove her knee into his stomach. Arman grunted, his hold loosening just enough for her to twist free.

Leyla's palm met his cheek with a sharp crack, making his head snap to the side. Her breathing was heavy, her eyes burning with hatred. "You will never have me."

Arman slowly turned his face back to her, licking the blood from his split lip. Instead of anger, there was amusement in his eyes. "Oh, Leyla… that fire of yours is exactly why I want you."

Before she could react, he grabbed her wrist, yanking her close again. "But I don't mind a little resistance. It only makes things more… fun."

You won’t escape me