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's heart pounded as she flattened herself against the dark corner of the room, holding her breath.

Ozan stilled, his sharp eyes scanning the space. The air felt heavier, almost charged. His instincts were never wrong—someone was here.

He took a slow step forward. The sound of water dripping from his hair was the only noise in the silence.

Leyla pressed a hand over her mouth, trying to control her breathing. If he found her now, it was over.

Ozan walked past her hiding spot, heading toward his wardrobe. He grabbed a pair of sweatpants, his back still facing her. She had mere seconds.

She inched toward the door, moving as silently as possible.

A loud THUD echoed in the room.

Leyla froze. Her heart stopped.

Ozan snapped his head toward the sound. His entire body tensed.

He turned sharply, his intense gaze locking onto the shadows.

"Come out." His voice was low, dangerous.

Leyla remained still, praying he'd dismiss it as nothing.

With determined steps, he marched toward the dark corner—toward her.

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Leyla's mind raced as she sprinted through the mansion, her footsteps light but swift. She had always been fast—faster than anyone could expect—and right now, that was her only advantage.

She darted into a random room, shutting the door softly behind her. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, adrenaline surging through her veins.

It was a storage room for maids' uniforms.

💭 Pretending to be a maid… could work.

But then she looked at the revealing dresses hanging before her.

Her eyes widened.

She had no clue how to act like a maid—she couldn't even serve tea without spilling it. And worse? These clothes would only make her stand out more.

Her fingers gripped the fabric of one dress, frustration bubbling in her chest. She needed another plan. Fast.

Getting caught?