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 kept her head down as she walked with the other maids toward the exit. Her bag was slightly heavier than before, packed with the weapons she had hidden earlier. Every step she took, she was hyper-aware—of the guards, of the surveillance, of the risk. But she had done this before. She knew how to blend in, how to disappear.

Before stepping outside, she quickly checked her reflection in a small mirror. The marks Ozan had left were gone—at least, to the eye. Concealed beneath layers of makeup, but she could still feel them burning against her skin.

As she reached the final gate, Ali stepped in front of her, blocking her path.

"I heard you're not coming back," he said, his voice softer than usual.

She forced a small smile. "Yeah. I found something else."

Ali studied her for a moment before pulling out a small piece of paper and scribbling something on it. Then, he tucked it into her palm.

"My number," he said. "I don't know who you are, but… you're different. You feel different."

Leyla's fingers curled around the paper.

"I don't think you've ever even seen my face," she teased lightly, keeping her voice in character.

Ali chuckled. "I don't need to. You're the most beautiful person I've met, mask or not."

Before she could react, he leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead.

Still, she forced herself to smile. Staying in character. "Take care, Ali."

And then, without another glance, she walked out of Ozan's mansion.

Leyla stepped into the grand halls of the her mansion, her steps echoing against the marble floor. The weight on her shoulders finally eased as she breathed in the familiar scent of home.

No one was at home of course Emir was with his wife in Italy and Leyla's parents were also out of city in Ankara.

She decided not to tell anyone about this.

She gave those guns to a trusted man asking him to handle them.

Leyla entered her room, locking the door behind her. A deep sigh left her lips as she leaned against it, exhaustion settling into her bones. The weight of the night pressed down on her—Ozan's touch, the way he had pinned her, the heat of his lips against her skin. She shook her head, pushing those thoughts away. It didn't matter. She had made it out, and she had the guns. That was all that mattered.

Dragging her tired body toward the closet, she pulled out an oversized hoodie and sweatpants. She quickly peeled off the maid's outfit, her fingers brushing over the faint marks Ozan had left on her neck and collarbone. A bitter scoff escaped her.

She grabbed some concealer and dabbed it over the bruises before throwing on her clothes. As soon as the soft fabric covered her skin, she felt a wave of relief. No more revealing clothes. No more pretending. No more dangerous proximity to that man—for now.

She climbed onto her bed, sinking into the softness of her mattress. "Finally," she whispered, missing the comfort she had been deprived of all night. The tension in her muscles slowly eased as she let her body relax. But her mind? That was a different story.

"Why do you feel so familiar…?"

"Soon, she'll be Leyla Ozan. Mine."

Her fingers curled into the sheets. "In your dreams, Ozan."

Her eyes fluttered shut, exhaustion finally overtaking her. But even in sleep, she wasn't free from the memory of his touch.

MISSION ACCOMPLISHED FINALLY