Top Assassins Call Me The Lady Boss novel Chapter 151

Chapter 151: Everyone except her

Chapter One Hundred Fifty- One

Asli sat alone in her apartment in the thin, early-morning quiet, the sky just beginning to pale beyond the windows. The soft glow of her computer cut through the dimness, casting a cold light across her face as the rest of the Villa still slept. Or so she thought.

Lines crisscrossed the screen—routes, timestamps, markers she had drawn and erased too many times to count. Her fingers hovered over the trackpad, unmoving now, her attention narrowed to a single thread she couldn’t quite make sense of. Something in the pattern refused to settle.

Her phone vibrated against the desk.

She didn’t startle. She never did.

She picked it up without looking at the screen. "Yes."

Cole’s voice came through, low and clipped. "Godfather is calling a meeting."

Her gaze stayed on the screen. "About what?"

"I don’t know," he said. A pause. Then, "He’s calling everyone."

That made her fingers still.

"Everyone?" she asked, the word leaving her mouth before she could soften it.

"Yes." Another beat. "The main hall." 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

The call ended.

Asli leaned back slowly, eyes lifting from the tangled lines on her screen to the dark ceiling above. Marco didn’t summon everyone unless something had gone wrong.

She shut the laptop, the click too sharp in the quiet room, and rose to her feet.

The summons tore through the compound like a held breath finally released.

Men poured into Marco’s hall from every corridor, boots scraping, shoulders brushing, chests rising and falling hard as if they had run the whole day. Conversations died the moment they crossed the threshold. Whatever this was, it wasn’t routine.

Asli arrived among the last, her expression calm even as her instincts sharpened. Demir was already there, standing a step behind Marco’s chair, his posture loose but alert. That alone was strange. Everything had been quiet for two days, too quiet for a place like this. No intercepted messages. No missing shipments. No sudden fires to put out.

So what went wrong?

Marco rose before anyone could speak. His palms hit the table with a sound sharp enough to make several men flinch.

"Someone dared me," he roared, his voice filling the hall and bouncing off the stone walls. "Someone dared my empire. I want his head brought to me."

The room held its breath.

Asli felt the shift immediately, the ripple of unease that traveled through trained men who rarely questioned orders but knew danger when it announced itself. She studied Marco’s face as he spoke. His fury was loud, practiced, and convincing. But his eyes moved too much. Not the calculating sweep she was used to. This was different. This was a man searching for control he could feel slipping.

Who would dare do this?

The answer rose uninvited.

Only one man would move this boldly. Only one would strike without posturing or warning. Markus was here. Markus had seen their maps, their structures, their routes, and a lot. He could have handed Ahmet everything he needed without leaving fingerprints.

Her fingers curled slowly into her palm.

So he survived, woke up. And decided to fight back.

The thought burned, sharp and personal. It wasn’t just defiance, it felt like theft. Like someone reaching for something that belonged to her, even after she had tried to end him. The Villa was her ground, and anyone who crossed it without permission was already halfway to the grave, including the man she intended to finish herself. She bled for this Villa.

And somewhere in all of it, Ahmet who should not have been standing dared her adoptive father. She forced her hand open.

She wouldn’t say a word. Not to Marco. Not to anyone. How could she explain knowing? How could she explain the intimacy of that certainty without exposing herself? No. Ahmet was hers to finish. This was not something she would share.

Marco’s voice cut through her thoughts.

"Kill them all," he ordered. "I don’t want any of them surviving."

A chorus of agreement followed, loud and immediate.

"Yes, sir."

Asli caught the hesitation just before Marco nodded. It was brief enough that most would miss it, but she had lived under his roof long enough to recognize the crack beneath the sound. His jaw tightened. His hand lingered on the table as if grounding himself. Fear flickered through his eyes before he buried it under authority.

He was afraid.

That realization unsettled her more than the order itself.

"Go," Marco snapped.

Men turned, already moving, and already preparing. Asli followed with the rest until his voice stopped her.

Someone had shaken him badly enough that he no longer wanted his sharpest blade too close to the truth.

Asli walked down the corridor, her expression unreadable, but her mind already moving. Whatever Marco was hiding, it wasn’t small. And whatever had dared him hadn’t just damaged property or pride.

They had touched something he couldn’t afford to lose.

The thought followed her down to her apartment, persistent, and sharp. For a moment she wondered if Marco had kept her back because he didn’t want her knowing what had been hit, what had been taken, or burned or ruined. The idea irritated her more than it should have. Marco didn’t hide things from her. He never had. She had grown up in the center of his world, in meetings she was too young to fully understand, around decisions that shaped empires. Whatever this was, she would have known. There was nothing in his business that sat beyond her reach.

She pushed the doubt aside and kept walking.

What then is the reason he didn’t put her on this mission?

Then her thoughts shifted, slower this time, more careful. Ahmet’s face surfaced without invitation, followed immediately by Markus’s. The way the room had gone still when Marco ordered her out. The way Demir had stepped forward in her place. A thin line connected the moments, and for the first time since leaving the hall, her stride faltered.

What if Marco knew?

What if he had already put the pieces together? It wasn’t certainty that crept into her. It was that thin, unsettling doubt that came when punishment arrived without accusation.

Did he see something she thought had passed unnoticed?

What if he knew Ahmet was the one responsible, and this wasn’t protection at all, but containment? The idea slid under her skin, cold and unwelcome, and for a heartbeat, fear flickered through her chest.

It didn’t last.

If Marco knew anything about her involvement with Ahmet: anything real, or anything damning, she wouldn’t be walking freely through this Villa. She wouldn’t be standing here thinking. Marco didn’t hesitate when it came to threats, and he certainly didn’t grant grace to emotional liabilities. If he knew, this conversation would not be happening in her head.

Still, something was wrong.

The way his voice had tightened when he spoke. The way his eyes had searched the room before settling on her. The way fear had slipped through his rage, no matter how hard he’d tried to bury it. Marco was not a man easily shaken, and yet this morning he had sounded like someone guarding the edge of a collapse.

Asli slowed to a stop, fingers curling at her side.

If this wasn’t about her...

If this wasn’t about Ahmet...

Then what, exactly, had gone wrong?