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 vision blurred for a second, but she shook her head. No. She wouldn't break. Not again.

She took a deep breath and stared at herself in the mirror. Her reflection looked… different.

Leyla sat on the cold floor, her back against the door. The silence in her room felt deafening, pressing against her like a heavy weight.

Her fingers absentmindedly traced the bandage on her arm, feeling the rough fabric against her skin. But the real wound—the one inside her—felt far worse.

Her lips trembled as she thought about Hayat's betrayal. Her best friend. The one who knew all her secrets, her fears, her dreams—and yet, she had chosen to stab her in the back.

A single tear slipped down her cheek. Not because she was weak, but because she was tired.

Tired of trusting the wrong people.

She shut her eyes tightly, taking a shaky breath. No more. If the world wanted to turn against her, then she would turn against the world too.

Leyla pressed her palm against her mouth, trying to muffle the sobs that threatened to escape. But no matter how hard she tried, the pain inside her refused to stay silent.

Tears streamed down her face, hot and endless, as if they carried the weight of all the betrayal, all the disappointment, all the heartbreak she had endured. Her chest ached, her body trembled, and for the first time in a long time, she allowed herself to break.

She wasn't crying because she was weak. She was crying because she had been strong for too long.

She hugged her knees to her chest, her breaths shaky and uneven.

"I hate you…" she whispered, not even sure who the words were meant for—Ozan, Hayat, Arman, or herself for ever trusting them in the first place.

The storm inside her raged on, but deep down, something inside her had changed.

This was the last time she would cry over them.

Next time, they would be the ones regretting it.