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

As the car sped through the streets of Italy, Leyla slowly began to wake up. Her lashes fluttered, and she stirred slightly, feeling a firm warmth beside her.

Her eyes opened groggily, only to find herself leaning against Ozan's shoulder.

She jerked away instantly. "What the hell?" Her voice was hoarse from sleep.

Ozan chuckled, tilting his head to look at her. "Good morning, my dear wife."

Leyla shot him a glare before looking out of the window. "Where are we?"

"Italy." His response was casual, as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

Leyla clenched her fists. It still didn't feel real. Everything happened so fast—her engagement, the wedding, and now she was in a whole different country with him.

"Take me back home," she said coldly.

Ozan smirked. "Home? You mean our home? Because we are going there."

Leyla turned to him sharply. "No, I mean my real home."

Ozan's expression darkened slightly, but he quickly covered it with his usual arrogant smirk. "That's funny because I don't recall giving you that option."

Leyla scoffed, crossing her arms. "You're unbelievable."

"I've heard worse," Ozan said with amusement. Then, leaning slightly closer, he whispered, "By the way… you looked adorable while sleeping on me."

Leyla's cheeks burned, and she turned away, gritting her teeth. This was going to be a nightmare.

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