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 sat in the luxurious leather seat of Ozan's private jet, her arms crossed as she stared at her phone, scrolling mindlessly. She refused to look at him, refused to acknowledge his presence.

Ozan, sitting across from her, watched her every move. His fingers tapped against the armrest, irritation flickering in his sharp eyes. "You've been glued to that phone since we boarded."

Leyla didn't respond. She didn't even glance at him.

His jaw clenched. "Are you ignoring me, karıcığım?"

Ozan leaned forward, snatching the phone from her hands in one swift motion.

"Hey!" she snapped, finally looking up at him with fiery eyes.

He smirked. "Oh, so you can talk."

"Give it back, Ozan!" she reached for it, but he held it out of her reach, enjoying her frustration.

"You're my wife. Act like it," he said smoothly. "You should be giving me attention, not some useless screen."

Leyla glared at him, crossing her arms again. "I don't owe you anything."

Ozan chuckled darkly, leaning back as he slid the phone into his pocket. "We'll see about that, aşkım."

Private Jet