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 engagement day finally arrived. The entire mansion was decorated with soft golden lights, fresh flowers, and elegant drapes. Leyla's parents were overjoyed, and Ozan—he was beyond happy. His eyes had held nothing but triumph ever since the announcement.

Leyla, on the other hand, sat quietly in her room as the makeup artist worked on her. Her heart was heavy. No matter how much she tried to reason with herself, she couldn't shake off the feeling that her life was slipping out of her hands.

Just then, her brother Emir entered the room.

"Leyla," he said softly, his voice filled with concern. "Are you really okay with this?"

She forced a small smile. "Do I have a choice, Emir?"

Minutes later, the maids helped Leyla into her engagement dress—an elegant deep red gown embroidered with golden patterns. Her long hair cascaded down her back in soft curls, and her jewelry sparkled under the chandelier's light.

When she stepped out of the room, all eyes turned to her—including Ozan's.

He was dressed in a sharp black suit, looking every bit the powerful man he was. But what made Leyla's breath hitch was the way his gaze devoured her. He didn't just look at her—he owned her with his eyes.

As she reached the grand hall, Ozan extended his hand toward her.

"You look breathtaking, aşkım," he murmured as she placed her hand in his.

The ceremony began, and soon, the moment came—Ozan picked up the ring and gently slid it onto Leyla's finger. His touch lingered longer than necessary, his thumb brushing against her skin.

The room erupted into cheers and applause. Leyla's parents beamed with joy.

Ozan lifted Leyla's hand and placed a kiss on her knuckles, his lips curling into a victorious smirk.

"Now, there's no escaping me, Leyla," he whispered just for her to hear.

Leyla swallowed hard, a cold shiver running down her spine.