She was just wandering around the streets of Istanbul, appreciating its beauty, when she saw a tall, muscular, and handsome man pointing a gun at another man who was kneeling on the ground, asking that tall and muscular man for forgiveness. She walked up to them to stop that tall man from shooting, and when that man looked at her walking toward them, he gestured to his bodyguards to stop her. Obviously, after hearing his command, the bodyguards blocked her way. She turned to look at the man who was kneeling down, trembling and asking for mercy. She was not the kind of girl who would tolerate oppression. Seeing that innocent man kneeling and begging for mercy made her blood boil, so she pushed one of the guards and kicked another one while that tall man stared at her, amused but also annoyed by her. That tall man gestured to another man to stop her from causing trouble, but before that could happen, she took out a gun that she had been hiding from them and pointed it straight at that tall man. She smirked, looking at that tall man who was staring at her with cold eyes.
That tall man finally spoke. 'Who are you, little one? Stay out of my business, or you might regret it.'
She replied, 'I'm someone you don't want to mess with.'
Listening to her, the tall man chuckled and replied in a cold tone, 'Seriously? Who are you, huh?' 'I'm Leyla... Leyla,' she replied in a serious tone.
He responded, 'Mm... Leyla, looks like you don't know who I am—Ozan Ali Ahmet.'
Leylaa didn't know who he was because she had just come to Turkey a few days ago, so she kept looking at him as if she didn't care who he was.
Finally, Ozan let go of the innocent man who was kneeling on the ground, saying, 'You're lucky I'm in a hurry. If you bump into me again, I'll show you hell.'
Leyla looked at him dumbfounded. Ozan noticed the look on her face and said, 'What? Why are you looking at me like that?' 'You were aiming a gun at that innocent boy because he bumped into you? Seriously?' Leyla replied.
Leyla stood there, utterly stunned. A gun? Just because the man accidentally bumped into him? She couldn't believe the audacity.
"What kind of man are you?" she scoffed, folding her arms. "Pulling a gun on someone for such a small mistake? Are you serious?"
Ozan tilted his head slightly, his sharp gaze locking onto her. Amusement flickered in his dark eyes, but there was also a warning—a silent threat.
"Stay out of my business," he said in a low, commanding voice. "You'll regret interfering in things that don't concern you."
Leyla let out a dry laugh, shaking her head. "Trust me, I have no interest in your business," she retorted. "But if your business involves threatening innocent people, then maybe you should rethink your actions."
With that, she turned on her heel and walked away without looking back. Ozan watched her go, his jaw tightening. There was something about her—the fire in her eyes, the absolute lack of fear. Interesting.
As soon as she was out of sight, Ozan turned to one of his men standing nearby. His voice was calm, but laced with authority.
"I want everything on her. Name, background, where she came from, who she works for—everything."
The man nodded immediately. "Consider it done, boss."
Meanwhile…
Leyla had no idea that Ozan was secretly investigating her. But she was just as dangerous, just as unpredictable.
The moment she returned home, she picked up her phone and dialed a number.
"I need information on a man named Ozan Ali Ahmet," she said, her voice steady. "I want everything—his businesses, his past, his enemies, and especially his weaknesses."
"Understood," her assistant replied.
Both of them were playing the same game. Neither knew that the other was already one step ahead.