Top Assassins Call Me The Lady Boss
Chapter 125: The Time Has Come

Chapter 125: The Time Has Come

Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Five

Asli stood frozen in the middle of her room, staring at the dead phone in her hand like it had betrayed her. The infuriating click rang louder than the conversation itself. Ahmet hadn’t even let her speak. He hadn’t cared to listen to why she sounded angry.

The silence that followed was heavier than shouting, crueler than an insult. Her breath came shallow and uneven, fingers locked stiffly around the phone as if she could still drag him back by sheer will. But the line was dead. And so was whatever trust had still clung between them like threads in a storm.

She was now acknowledging the fact that she had trusted him without knowing.

She did not sit. She could not. Her legs had lost all sense of function, as though her body knew something her mind was not ready to accept.

Stillness wrapped around her chest like a tightening noose. Her lungs felt too small. Her skin was too tight. And inside her, a darkness unfurled. Becoming quieter, vast, yet seething.

She had been pacing for over an hour— barefoot, her heels discarded by the door, her jacket long since flung over the couch. Her mind reeled, spinning and snapping like a blade loosened from its grip.

The printed documents she had thrown at Markus earlier lay scattered across the floor like shattered illusions.

But she needed more.

Something told her... no, warned her that this wasn’t everything. She could not afford another surprise. Not after this.

With trembling fingers, she opened her phone again and began making calls, her voice clipped and terse. She did not need apologies or excuses... which her guys told her she was going to get.

She needed data.

"I want every street surveillance footage from Sector 4 through 9 over the last three months. Government channels only. I need the top-tier encryption. I don’t want rerouted feeds, I want the originals. I will send you the number plates you need to track."

She didn’t wait for a confirmation before ending the call. She sent Markus’ and Ahmet’s location, car tags and specs, and license plates.

Her throat tightened with each minute she waited. The dryness crawled like sand down her esophagus.

Fifteen minutes passed.

Then her tablet buzzed.

The first file opened— video stills, stacked one over the other in crisp resolution. Each one cutting through her gut like a glass shard.

However...

There it was.

Her car.

Her unmistakable, uniquely customized matte black coupe. And right behind it, just half a block away was Ahmet’s SUV.

Same street.

Same damn corner.

Over and over and again.

Days and Nights.

Her chest caved, breath knocked from her like she had been struck. It was not once or twice. She counted six times in less than three weeks.

How could she have been so careless?

She reached for the edge of her desk and gripped it like a lifeline, her knuckles whitening.

If anyone from her father’s intelligence unit were to lay hands on these feeds... if someone handed it to Demir, she would be compromised. If her father found this footage, she was as good as dead.

No explanation would make sense. No fabricated excuse would survive the scrutiny. She would not just lose her father’s trust. She would lose her command and her position.

Her life, maybe. Her honor? Everything was already dangling by a thread.

Markus had warned her in his way, hadn’t he? Or was it just a coincidence? Did he mean he knew about her and Ahmet or did he mean something else?

She was conflicted. More conflicted.

If Markus knew, why was he quiet about it?

If so, then his silence had been its own kind of mercy. He could tell her father but chose not to expose her.

Not yet.

Minutes ago, he had held up the mirror and dared her to look for evidence to implicate him.

Now she had the footage.

And what stared back was not the leader her adoptive father trained.

It was a fool.

A woman was tangled in the strings of a man who was supposed to be her enemy.

A woman who... somewhere along the way had started hoping Ahmet would walk in after his missions.

A woman who had once smiled into her wine glass when he wasn’t watching. A woman who had pressed her lips to his and hadn’t regretted it.

Even if she were to lie about stalking Ahmet to know his whereabouts to plan where exactly to kill him, they could tell people the truth and in case she almost forgot, Ahmet had pictures of her and evidence of her. It was what had her running to him whenever he called.

She shoved the tablet across the table, her hands trembling, and walked away.

But her feet didn’t stop at the threshold.

They carried her to the other side of her room, into her private weapons room, where she only opened it when there was going to be something close to a world war.

The walls were lined with blades, firearms, rifles she knew by weight and recoil. She did not pause. She did not think.

Her fingers danced over each shelf like they knew exactly what they needed.

A Glock. Two silencers. Ammunition. Knives. Tactical vest. Bombs.

Her movements were practiced... no, too practiced. She was slipping into her old skin, the one she had buried deep under the role of "daughter" and "Commander." The ruthless self. The quiet executioner.

She was what the top Assassins called the Lady Boss. She had almost forgotten who she was!

And when she finally stopped, eyes scanning the assembled weaponry, she exhaled.

So this was it.

The day had come.

No more lingering. No more maybes. No more hiding in stolen moments with Ahmet that left her wondering if she was betraying the legacy her father bled to protect.

She reached for her phone and called her team, all of them. And by that, she knew her father would hear about it.

Her voice came out low. Steady. Detached.

"Mobilize. Now."

She only needed two words.

Now.

That was all it took.

She didn’t say Ahmet’s name. She didn’t need to. But they would know soon. Most of them had been waiting for this day.

And when the call ended, her hand dropped to her side, heavy and limp.

Her mouth moved before she even knew what she was saying. "If I don’t end him now, he’ll destroy me later."

That was the truth. No matter how much she tried to hide it, that was the reality.

If this footage got into the wrong hands, she couldn’t say she had been infiltrating the enemy. She couldn’t claim she was even kidnapped. Her car had run immediately after him or before him. Her pace didn’t look like her car system was hacked.

Even if she were to tell them Ahmet blackmailed her...

Anyone who watched this would only see her weakness.

And she hated herself for it.

But not as much as she hated him for making her feel anything at all.

She made her way back into her bedroom, snatched the folded black uniform from the top drawer, and pulled it over her skin.

This was no longer only about her revenge. This was about saving herself. This was about silencing whatever she had between herself and him.

Because when Demir returned, he would notice something. He would notice the change in Markus around her. The change in her around Markus.

Demir would notice the distance between them.

The unspoken tension.

Oh, Demir was observant. Unforgiving. And a true nephew of her father. He would want to know what caused the change.

And if Demir found out... She couldn’t even finish the thought.

She stood in front of the mirror in her room, looking at her reflection, and for the first time in years, she saw a stranger.

Her eyes were colder. She had heard people tell her she had murderous eyes or even cold ones but she never saw or noticed it, but today, they reflected at her.

Her shoulders tightened even more as well as her jaw.

And her face... she sighed, her face was drawn like someone preparing to walk into the depths of hell.

But she didn’t flinch.

She was going to burn Ahmet’s empire to the ground before her own foundations could be touched.

’Empire’

The words echoed in her head. Could it be...

Wait a damn minute.

Instead of shock, something snapped within her. They used her. Ahmet used her!

The empire Markus wanted was the one that belonged to her father and not the one his family built.

If he and Ahmet were best of friends and best of brothers, if there was a kingdom he wanted then it was hers.

Was her father aware of it? She doubted that. Her father would never let him breathe even if he imagined that was their plan.

How were these two able to fool her adoptive father and her?

She wasn’t going to spare anyone in their kingdom. The revelation was harder than a punch in her gut.

Damn the world! They even had Cole. It was their plan all along. They made her think Cole was a traitor just so she...

"Wow! They knew I could never kill Cole." She laughed as more realization hit her.

They needed Cole but she still couldn’t figure out what they needed him for. If it were for information, they could’ve gotten anyone to give them that.

She was more than sure that Ahmet wanted to kill her in the end. It wasn’t as if she was going to sit back and watch as they raided her kingdom and clap as they stole it.

They knew she would put up a fight and they were ready to kill her.

No wonder Markus didn’t like Demir. She saw his face every time Demir passed by or appeared.

They had another one to fight. Someone as powerful as herself.

"So they think, with Cole gone, they can easily get this empire? Let’s see!"

She loaded her golden gun with just one bullet and tucked it in the gun holder around her right thigh. She was going to kill Ahmet with it.

She was going to kill everyone. Even if it meant burning his kingdom.

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