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

A few days passed, and just like that—Leyla and Ozan were married.

The wedding was grand, extravagant, the kind of event people would talk about for years. But to Leyla, it all felt like a blur.

Ozan, on the other hand, looked completely at ease. No hesitation, no doubt—just confidence, possession. He had gotten exactly what he wanted.

That night, as Leyla sat in the dimly lit bedroom, her heart pounded. The realization hit her like a wave—she was now his wife. There was no running, no backing out.

Ozan stepped inside, his gaze locking onto hers. A slow smirk tugged at his lips as he loosened his tie. "Finally, alone with my wife."

Leyla's fingers curled around the heavy fabric of her dress as Ozan approached. Her heartbeat was erratic, her mind racing with a thousand thoughts. This was real. There was no way out now.

Ozan took slow, deliberate steps toward her, his eyes dark with something unreadable. He reached out, tracing a finger along her jawline, tilting her chin up to meet his gaze. "Nervous, my love?" he murmured, his voice laced with amusement.

Leyla swallowed hard but refused to answer. Instead, she turned her face away, her body stiff.

Ozan chuckled, low and deep. "Still so stubborn." His fingers brushed against the intricate gold jewelry around her neck before he leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. "But you're mine now, Leyla. No more running."

She clenched her fists, forcing herself to stay still. She had no choice—this was the fate she had sealed for herself the moment she hadn't fought hard enough against this marriage.

Ozan took her silence as a challenge. His lips ghosted over the shell of her ear before he whispered, "Say it, Leyla. Say you're mine."

I hate you. I'm not yours, I'll never be! Leyla hissed.

Ozan's jaw tensed, his smirk vanishing in an instant. His grip on her chin tightened—not enough to hurt, but enough to remind her who was in control.

"Say that again." His voice was dangerously low, his eyes burning with something dark.

Leyla met his gaze defiantly. "I hate you, Ozan."

A bitter chuckle escaped his lips. "Hate?" He tilted his head, studying her. "You can lie to yourself all you want, Leyla, but we both know the truth."

She yanked her face away. "You forced me into this! You think this marriage makes me yours? It doesn't."

"You were always mine, even before this marriage." Ozan said his fingers traced down her arm, sending an involuntary shiver through her. "And you will realize it soon enough."

Leyla pushed against his chest. "Get away from me, Ozan."

But he didn't move. Instead, he leaned in, whispering against her lips. "You can hate me all you want, my love. Just remember—you're my wife now. And there's no escaping me."

Finally married?