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 table. A message.

UNKNOWN NUMBER: Hope you enjoyed our little welcome gift. This is just the beginning, Leyla.

Her heart skipped a beat. Her fingers trembled as she stared at the screen. Who was this? Was it Arman? Someone else?.

Leyla's mind raced. Welcome gift? What the hell did that mean?

She pushed back her chair and stood up, her heels clicking against the café's floor as she stormed outside. Her car was parked right where she left it—untouched, unscratched. She scanned the area. The street was quiet, nothing unusual.

Her fingers twitched as she unlocked the car and opened the door cautiously, expecting something off. But everything seemed… normal. The seats, the dashboard—nothing was out of place.

Then, as she sat inside, she noticed something in the rearview mirror.

A small, neatly wrapped black box sat on the back seat.

Her heartbeat quickened. When did this get here? She hadn't left anything in her car.

She hesitated before reaching back, picking up the box carefully. It was light. Too light. She unwrapped it slowly, her breath catching in her throat as she lifted the lid.

Inside was a single, folded piece of paper.

Her fingers trembled as she opened it.

"You should've never walked into that warehouse. Now, it's time to pay the price."

Leyla's grip tightened around the note. A chill ran down her spine as she looked around, scanning the street, the parked cars, the shadows between the buildings. Who the hell sent this?

Her mind raced back to the warehouse. Arman. Hayat. That gang. But they were taken care of… right?

Her breathing was steady, controlled—but inside, rage burned. She wasn't some weak girl who would sit and wait for the next move. If they thought they could scare her, they had no idea who they were dealing with.

She grabbed her phone and dialed a number.

"Find out who sent this," she ordered the man on the other end. No greetings, no explanations. He didn't need any.

"I'll get back to you," the voice replied before the line went dead.

Leyla stared at the note once more before crumpling it in her fist.

You want a war? Fine. You just got one.

She tossed the box onto the passenger seat, started the car, and drove straight to the one person she knew had answers.

this wasn’t over