Top Assassins Call Me The Lady Boss novel Chapter 154

Chapter 154: "She’s not innocent"

Chapter One Hundred and Fifty-Four

Ahmet’s finger hovered again, then settled on the last photograph pinned to the board.

He didn’t touch it at first. He had just stared.

The girl in the picture couldn’t have been more than twelve. Her hair was pulled back too tightly, her expression caught somewhere between confusion and defiance as she trained. Beneath it were older photos of the same face but at thirteen, fifteen, and seventeen. The changes were subtle at first, then undeniable. The soft roundness of childhood giving way to sharp edges. Awareness. Control.

And then it stopped.

There were no adult photos of her, he confirmed.

Ahmet’s gaze shifted sideways, scanning the rest of the board again, just to be sure. Other women had timelines too. Childhood photos followed by gaps, then adulthood. Some showed faces hardened by time, others hollowed by it. Two in particular had full progressions; girlhood to womanhood... each stage documented like a record that never let go.

However, Asli’s ended before it reached that point.

Ahmet exhaled slowly, something cold settling in his chest.

Markus stepped closer, following the line of Ahmet’s stare to the pictures above the one he identified as Asli’s. He studied the sequence too, his brow furrowing as the pattern revealed itself. Then his eyes stopped at the same place Ahmet’s had.

"If all these women were victims," Markus said quietly, "then Asli must have been one too."

Ahmet didn’t respond.

Markus continued, gesturing toward the board. "No wonder he adopted her. But how did he choose them? There has to be something they all share. If we dig into their lives, we might understand why her story stopped here." His finger tapped the final image. "Why this is where hers ends."

Ahmet finally turned to him, his expression hard, unreadable.

"Do you think I care about her?"

Markus blinked, caught off guard. "What do you mean by that?"

"She tried to kill me," Ahmet said flatly. "Whatever she was before doesn’t change that and certainly not after seeing her on this board."

Markus shook his head once. "She was wrong for that. No one’s denying it. But this..." he motioned toward the board, "... this could explain everything. She’s on the wall, Ahmet. She has more photos than all of them. They tracked her entire life, except adulthood. Why?"

"I said I don’t care," Ahmet snapped.

Markus didn’t back away. "You do care. You still have feelings for her. If you didn’t, you’d push this aside and help me figure it out."

Ahmet let out a sharp, humorless laugh. "Feelings? We were sleeping together. That was all we ever did. That ended the moment she pulled a gun on me and fired."

He turned back to the board, anger bleeding into something darker.

"Look at this," Ahmet continued, voice rising despite himself. "Anyone can see it. She was kidnapped at first. Then somehow she became his daughter. That alone tells you what kind of blood runs in her veins. Why didn’t he choose any of the others? Why only her? And why stop documenting her life once she became an adult?"

He stabbed a finger toward the empty space where more photos should have been.

"Because she proved herself. Because she became exactly what he wanted."

Markus frowned. "That’s an assumption."

"No, it’s a pattern," Ahmet shot back. "Top assassins call her the Lady Boss for a reason. She kills without hesitation. Imagine if you hadn’t pulled me out of that warehouse I’d be dead. How then does she have her own warehouse? Who knows what she’s hiding there? She is probably heading one whole warehouse! She is involved. She built a name. She became visible. How do you think she became a celebrity in the outside world? To draw attention. To draw clients to him and to protect his empire."

Markus opened his mouth, but Ahmet was already pacing now, words spilling faster.

"She shot me because she thought I was coming for the Villa. To silence me before I could uncover anything. Her adult photos aren’t here because she graduated. She wasn’t a product anymore, she became a perfect daughter. That’s why Marco loves her."

"You’re wrong," Markus said, more firmly now. "Marco doesn’t love anyone like that. What father would want his daughter involved in this?"

Ahmet stopped and looked at him. Really looked at him.

"If you and I were born into this," he said quietly, "do you think we would’ve walked away? We already kill. We already destroy lives. How sure are you that every person who’s died by our orders deserved it?" 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Markus didn’t answer.

"We follow footsteps," Ahmet continued. "Some paths are just darker than others. Asli is his successor. Maybe she even planned to replace him. Midnight Reaper didn’t appear from nowhere. She could’ve built it to take over everything."

His eyes widened slightly, a realization hitting him mid-thought.

"That’s why she came running when I blackmailed her," he said. "She was afraid. Afraid I’d expose her men. Afraid Marco would find out she was moving without his approval. The Villa wasn’t just territory for her, it was her inheritance."

Markus stepped closer, lowering his voice. "Calm down."

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