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

The car ride was silent, except for the sound of the engine humming softly. Leyla kept her gaze fixed outside the window, refusing to look at Ozan, but she could feel his intense stare on her.

As they reached their destination—a high-end boutique reserved for private shopping—Ozan finally spoke.

Leyla huffed and stepped out, her heels clicking against the polished marble floor as they entered the store. Rows of luxurious dresses, accessories, and bridal jewelry sparkled under the soft lighting.

Ozan placed a possessive hand on the small of her back, guiding her forward. "Pick whatever you like, my bride."

Leyla turned to face him, crossing her arms. "What if I don't like anything here?"

Ozan smirked. "Then I'll pick for you. And trust me, Leyla, you'll be wearing whatever I choose—with nothing underneath."

Her breath hitched, and she immediately turned away, cursing the warmth creeping up her neck.

Just then, a saleswoman approached with a bright smile. "Welcome, Mr. Ozan! We have the latest bridal collection ready for your fiancée."

Leyla opened her mouth to correct her but shut it just as quickly when she felt Ozan's hand tighten slightly on her waist.

"Show us," he commanded.

The saleswoman nodded and led them to a private fitting area filled with exquisite wedding gowns.

"Try them on," Ozan ordered, taking a seat on the plush couch, his legs casually spread apart as he leaned back, watching her with dark, expectant eyes.

Leyla clenched her fists. This man…

Fine. If she had to do this, she would do it on her terms.

Lifting her chin, she grabbed the first dress and walked into the fitting room, determined not to give Ozan the satisfaction of seeing her flustered.

Leyla changed into the dress, a delicate white gown with intricate lacework hugging her curves perfectly. As she stepped out, the fabric trailed behind her gracefully, making her look ethereal.

Ozan's gaze darkened the moment he saw her. He leaned forward slightly, his elbows resting on his knees, as his eyes roamed over her figure, taking in every inch.

"Perfect," he murmured, more to himself than anyone else.

Leyla crossed her arms, shifting uncomfortably under his intense stare. "This is just a dress. Stop looking at me like that."

Ozan smirked, standing up and walking toward her. His tall frame towered over her as he reached out, fingers gently brushing against her waist.

"How can I not, Leyla?" His voice was low, teasing. "When you look like a bride already… my bride."

Leyla's breath hitched, but she quickly turned away. "I'll change. We're done here."

Ozan's grip on her waist tightened slightly. "We're not done until I say we're done."

She glared at him. "Ozan—"

Before she could protest, he leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear. "Wear this at our wedding. Or should I undress you and choose something else myself?"

Leyla pushed him away, cheeks burning. "You're insane!"

Ozan chuckled, amused by her reaction. "And yet, you're marrying me."

She turned on her heel and stormed back into the fitting room, ignoring the way her heart pounded in her chest.

SHOPPING FOR WEDDING?