Top Assassins Call Me The Lady Boss novel Chapter 181

Chapter 181: This would end quietly.

Chapter One Hundred and Eighty- One

Demir

She should have been back by now.

Demir stood by the window for a long moment, watching the street below as if staring hard enough would summon her car out of thin air. His jaw tightened as he checked his watch. Too late.

With a sharp exhale, he grabbed his coat and left.

Asli’s apartment was quiet when he arrived. He knew she was still not back. The silence scraped at his nerves. He had barely stepped into the hall when movement caught his eye.

Her nanny was climbing the stairs, her steps hurried, almost furtive, and she disappeared into Asli’s room without looking back. Demir frowned but said nothing. This wasn’t unusual. Still, something about the way she moved stayed with him, like an itch he couldn’t reach.

Minutes later, she came back down and the moment her eyes met his, she froze.

It was subtle... just a hitch in her breath, and like a tremor in her hands but Demir saw it.

Her gaze flicked upward, too fast, and too guilty, before she forced a smile that didn’t quite settle on her face.

"Good evening, sir," she said.

Demir nodded, calm on the surface. "Evening."

She escaped into the kitchen as if the walls were closing in on her.

That was all it took.

He didn’t follow the sound of clinking dishes. Instead, he turned and took the stairs two at a time, his steps silent, and deliberate. The hallway upstairs felt heavier, and the air grew thicker as he thought of whatever she was hiding. Asli’s door was slightly ajar.

He pushed it open.

The room looked untouched. Too neat as always. And too careful. His eyes swept over the dresser, the bedside table, the wardrobe. Nothing out of place. There was nothing obvious. He checked the washroom and every other corner in the suite.

Annoyance pricked at him. He turned to leave.

Then he saw it.

A small object lay on the bed, half-hidden by the folds of the duvet.

Demir stepped closer and he picked it up.

Two words stared back at him.

Pregnancy Test.

"Pregnancy test?" he read it on the item. "Why is this here?" he asked himself as he inspected it.

His fingers curled around it, knuckles whitening. A low, shaky breath dragged out of his chest, heat flooding his veins in a violent rush. The room suddenly felt too small, the walls pressing in as his pulse roared in his ears.

Pregnancy. The word echoed in his head again.

His vision blurred, and it was not with tears, but with fury.

Images flashed through his mind uninvited. Asli’s skin beneath someone else’s hands. Her laughter, her breath, her body... all given away.

To someone.

Someone who wasn’t him.

Shared with someone.

Stolen.

His grip tightened until the item creaked.

Had she dared?

After everything. After what she belonged to. After the way he had guarded her, revered her, kept her untouched in his mind like something sacred.

A muscle jumped in his jaw.

His chest rose and fell, sharp, and uneven. Anger wrapped around his spine, familiar and welcome, settling into him like an old friend. He grew possessive, violent, and certain.

Someone had crossed a line.

And Asli... his Asli, had let him.

Demir lowered his hand slowly, his eyes dark, dangerous, and already calculating.

When she came back...

This would end quietly. He’d make sure of it.

The room began to close in on him.

Demir’s breath came shallow now, each inhale scraping his chest like broken glass. The air in Asli’s bedroom felt poisoned; thick, and suffocating, laced with betrayal. He dropped the test back onto the bed as if it burned his skin.

He turned.

One step. Then another. They were too slow for him, so he hurried his steps.

By the time he reached the stairs, his hands were already shaking. He was not weak, never had been weak. He was only furious.

He took them two at a time, his shoulder brushing the wall as he descended. The nanny’s voice drifted from the kitchen, but he didn’t look her way. If he did, he wasn’t sure he wouldn’t tear the truth out of her with his bare hands.

He shoved the door open and stepped outside.

Cool night air hit his face, but it didn’t help. His lungs still refused to fill properly. He leaned briefly against the car, head bowed, and his jaw clenched so tightly that it ached.

Then he straightened, slid into the driver’s seat, and slammed the door shut.

The engine roared to life.

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