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 groggily sat up, rubbing her temples. The events of last night still weighed heavily on her mind. She hadn't slept properly, and now, as her phone buzzed on the nightstand, she already knew who it was.

With a sigh, she picked up the call, not even bothering with a greeting.

"What do you want?" she muttered.

Ozan's deep voice came through the speaker, laced with amusement and possessiveness. "My bride, from now on, you will not talk to any other man."

Leyla scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Excuse me?"

"Anyone who looks at you will die," Ozan continued, his voice now deadly serious. "Understand?"

Leyla gritted her teeth. "You're insane if you think I'm going to listen to you."

Ozan chuckled darkly. "My love, you don't have a choice. You belong to me now."

Leyla's grip on the phone tightened. "This engagement doesn't mean you own me."

"After the wedding, you won't even be able to say that," Ozan said smugly. "Get ready. I'm coming to pick you up."

Leyla's breath hitched. "Where are we going?"

"Honeymoon shopping."

Leyla's fingers curled into fists as she glared at the phone screen. Honeymoon shopping? He was acting like their wedding was set in stone—as if she had no say in this.

Her door swung open, and her mother stepped inside with a bright smile.

"Leyla, get dressed quickly. Ozan will be here soon."

Leyla clenched her jaw. "Why is this happening so fast? I haven't even agreed to this marriage yet!"

Her mother's smile faltered, but she sighed, placing a hand on Leyla's shoulder. "Sweetheart, you know how much your father and I trust Ozan. He's a good man. This is for your own good."

Leyla pulled away, frustration boiling inside her. "For my own good? Or for your own peace of mind?"

Her mother gave her a knowing look. "Just get ready." Then she left, closing the door behind her.

Leyla exhaled sharply, turning toward her closet. If she had to face Ozan today, she wasn't going to do it looking weak.

Half an hour later, a sleek black car pulled up in front of her house.

Ozan stepped out, dressed in a tailored black shirt with the top buttons undone, his usual smug smirk in place. His sharp eyes scanned her as she walked toward him, taking in the form-fitting white dress she had chosen.

"Good girl," he murmured, opening the car door for her.

Leyla hesitated. "I'm not doing this because I want to. I'm only going because I have no choice."

Ozan leaned in close, his breath warm against her ear. "That's all that matters, Leyla. Whether you want to or not—you're mine."

A shiver ran down her spine as she stepped into the car, her mind already racing with ways to turn this situation around.

YOU'RE NOT MY HUSBAND!!