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 froze as she heard the sound of heels clicking against the cold warehouse floor. A slow, deliberate rhythm—like someone enjoying the moment.

Arman's grip on her tightened as a familiar voice echoed through the dimly lit space.

"Tch tch… Still fighting, Leyla? You never know when to give up, do you?"

Leyla's heart dropped. She turned her head and saw Hayat, her so-called best friend, walking toward her with a smug smile.

"You?" Leyla whispered, disbelief laced in her voice.

Hayat crossed her arms, her red lips curling into a wicked smirk. "Yes, me. Surprised?"

Leyla felt like the ground had been ripped from beneath her. The person she once trusted more than anyone had betrayed her.

"You helped him?" Leyla's voice trembled, but her eyes burned with fury.

Hayat let out a fake sigh. "Come on, Leyla. Did you really think you could have everything? Your family's wealth, your reputation, and now even Ozan's attention?" She scoffed. "It was annoying watching you act like the main character of some fairytale."

Leyla's stomach twisted. So this was about jealousy? About Ozan?

"You're pathetic," Leyla spat.

Hayat's eyes darkened. "Maybe. But at least I'm not the one tied up, helpless, and completely at my enemy's mercy." She gestured toward Arman, who smirked, enjoying the moment.

Leyla's mind raced. She had to get out of here. She had to find a way before it was too late.

Arman chuckled, stepping closer, his fingers trailing down Leyla's jaw. "I told you, didn't I? Sooner or later, you'd be mine."

Leyla jerked her face away, glaring at him. "In your dreams."

Hayat rolled her eyes, arms still crossed. "Enough talking, Arman. Do what you have to. I didn't help you track her down just for you to admire her."

Arman's smirk widened. "Relax, sweetheart. I want to enjoy this moment." He grabbed Leyla's chin, forcing her to look at him. "You played hard to get for too long, Leyla."

Leyla's breath quickened, but she refused to show fear. Her hands were still tied, but her mind was working. Fast.

Then, a loud bang.

The warehouse door slammed open.

A man in a black suit stepped inside, his presence demanding attention. Not Ozan.

Leyla's heart skipped. Why was he here?

Arman and Hayat froze, their confidence faltering.

Iskender's sharp gaze locked onto Leyla, then flickered to Arman. His jaw clenched.

"Let. Her. Go." His voice was low but deadly.

Arman laughed mockingly, stepping back but still gripping Leyla's arm tightly. "Oh? And what are you gonna do, Iskender? You think you can walk in here and play the hero?"

Iskender didn't flinch. His hand slowly moved to his gun. "I don't play, Arman. And you have three seconds to let her go before I put a bullet between your eyes."

Hayat stepped forward, crossing her arms. "Tsk, tsk, Iskender. You think you can intimidate us? We have her. You're alone."

His men showed up.

Leyla took her chance.

Using all her strength, she jerked her knee up, slamming it into Arman's stomach. He grunted, his grip loosening just enough for her to stumble back.

Gunshots rang out.

YOU DESERVE NOTHING