Top Assassins Call Me The Lady Boss novel Chapter 182

Chapter 182: "I’ll remind her who her enemies are"

Chapter One Hundred and Eighty-Two

Demir

He sat beneath the tree like a man waiting out a sentence, one boot planted in the dirt, smoke curling lazily from between his fingers. The night air was cool, but it did nothing to soothe the heat coiled in his chest.

The woman from earlier had been... adequate and forgettable.

And still, the thought of someone else’s hands on Asli had ruined everything.

His jaw tightened. His grip on the cigarette did too.

Who had dared?

And worse, how had she allowed it?

The question gnawed at him, sharp and relentless, until headlights cut through the compound gates.

Daniel.

Demir flicked the cigarette away before it had even burned halfway, ash scattering as he straightened, his spine stiff, and eyes locked on the car rolling to a stop. Impatience radiated off him in waves. This... this was why he kept Daniel close. He was mostly effective.

Daniel stepped out. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

"Well?" Demir said at once.

Daniel didn’t answer immediately. His hesitation was brief, but Demir caught it. His fingers flexed at his side.

"It’s Ahmet," Daniel said.

For a heartbeat, Demir just stared. Then he laughed.

It was not a chuckle. Not even a disbelief softened by humor. It was a sharp and barking sound that cut through the quiet, loud enough to startle the guards nearby. He dragged a hand through his hair, still laughing, shaking his head as if he’d just been told the most ridiculous joke.

He should’ve issued a punishment for such a joke, but it was so funny, he forgot about punishment.

"That’s funny," he said at last, breathless. "Very funny."

His eyes slid back to Daniel, narrowing.

"I’ll let that one go," Demir continued lightly. "Try again. Who is she seeing?"

Daniel didn’t look away this time.

"Ahmet, sir."

The laugh died.

The silence that followed was heavy and wrong. Demir’s face went still, as though something inside him had frozen mid-fracture. His hands curled slowly into fists.

No.

That name didn’t belong anywhere near her.

His chest tightened, breath turning shallow, sharp. "Say that again," he said, quietly now.

Daniel didn’t. He didn’t need to.

Demir took a step forward, fury finally breaking through, raw and unfiltered. "No," he snapped. "That’s a lie."

Because Asli wouldn’t. She couldn’t.

Not with him. Not with that man.

The thought continued to claw at him, vicious and unbearable, and somewhere deep inside, something ugly began to smile.

Ahmet’s name should never exist in the same space as hers. He kept repeating. Why? How was this possible?

It was wrong on every level that mattered.

His bloodline alone made it forbidden. The son of the man she knew destroyed her family. The heir to the very empire her life had been shaped to dismantle. Fate didn’t just put them on opposite sides, it carved the line in blood long before she learned how to fire her first gun.

If she was touched by him, it meant everything had gone wrong.

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