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Chapter 127: “You’re going to pay.”

Chapter 127: “You’re going to pay.”

Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Seven

Scratch that, they weren’t supposed to talk her out of it. They were supposed to shoot her. Probably put a bullet in her head to stop this chaos.

Asli’s head jerked up the instant they stepped into view, her eyes locking onto them like a predator scenting blood.

The corners of her mouth twitched; not in greeting, not in mockery but something sharper, darker. A smirk bloomed slowly and cruelly across her face, as if she had been waiting for this exact second, savoring it.

Ahmet’s breath caught, his steps faltering. That wasn’t the face of a woman surprised or regretful. That smirk... it was the calm grin of someone who had already set fire to the bridge behind her. She didn’t blink. Her pupils flared with something feral, unholy; rage, betrayal, maybe something worse.

Her eyes shimmered — not with tears, but with a fevered light, a kind of madness that didn’t come from panic... but purpose.

Ahmet had seen fury. He had seen grief. But what stared back at him now was possession. War itself dressed in Asli’s skin.

How the hell did they get to this point?

Before either of them could speak, Ahmet raised his pistol with a slow, cutting motion. ’Ta-tap’ a single warning shot to the air. Its sharp crack ripped through the wreckage, silencing the alarms; if only for a heartbeat, as every gun shifted toward him and Markus.

His voice was low and steady. He didn’t shout.

"Why, Asli?" If only she could read his face, she would see clearly what he wanted to ask her.

Air vibrated between them. Markus saw Ahmet’s pulse with tired rage.

Every man standing by Asli waited for Markus to switch to their side. Was he after all not always at their end, trying to earn her father’s favor?

’If only they knew!’ She wanted to yell that out.

They were all fooled.

’Stop this!’ Ahmet also wanted to scream. ’You will destroy everything!’

Asli raised her pistol and fired once. A guard in a black suit collapsed, her revolver clattering to the flagstone.

Markus flinched, he hadn’t expected her to kill so quickly even after seeing them.

"Clear a path!" she shouted, stepping forward. "Go. I handle Ahmet and Markus."

Gunfire ripped through the air. Markus dove behind a column as bullets drilled the stone. He shouted orders to his remaining men, urging them to cease Asli’s advance.

Ahmet’s jaw clenched. He could taste the iron of his fury in the back of his throat.

The smirk she wore — that unholy thing — carved into his memory like a blade. Smoke curled between them, and the gunfire stuttered in his ears, but it was her face that had him seething. He didn’t care if she had a reason. He didn’t care if he had betrayed her.

This? This was unforgivable.

The flicker of flames behind her danced in her eyes like she’d lit this whole nightmare for sport. His shoulders squared, the muscles under his dress shirt tightening as if preparing for impact — or retribution. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

He didn’t speak. Words wouldn’t do now. Instead, he turned, just enough to catch Markus’s eye.

He gave Ahmet a small, sharp nod.

He didn’t hesitate. He pivoted and vanished into the mansion’s shadowed halls like smoke through a crack. His footsteps were soundless, but Markus didn’t need to look to know he’d made it in.

And just like that — just like he hoped — her gaze broke.

She moved.

Asli’s figure twisted and lunged, her boots cutting hard across the scorched gravel as she gave chase. Her jacket flared behind her like wings torn from some battle-scarred angel. The heel of her boot slipped in a smear of blood, but she didn’t falter. Rage carried her. Her purpose sharpened her stride.

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Asli slipped into the corridor, eyes scanning the space, but before she could take a step further, the smart lights above fizzled and snapped off, plunging everything into darkness. Ahmet had cut the power.

Was he baiting her?

Her pistol’s laser dot danced on closed doors with no movement. She crouched at one end and tapped lightly on the door panel. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

In the fading corridor light, her breath was controlled, minimal.

She heard footsteps. Ahmet’s.

Her finger squeezed the trigger.

BANG.

Of course, the gunshot cracked through the corridor like thunder in a glass hallway. But it hit nothing.

Before Asli could even pivot, a hand yanked her backward, forceful and precise. Her gun clattered to the tiled floor, spinning out of reach with a metallic clink that echoed through the now pitch-black corridor.

She twisted, elbow shooting back to connect with a ribcage—only to be caught again. A second hand clamped over her wrist, anchoring her to the wall. Her breath surged. Hot. Furious.

"Let me go!" she snapped, kicking at the shins she couldn’t see.

A cold voice pressed against her ear, dark as a stormcloud. "If I let you go, I’ll have to kill you."

The words didn’t hit like a threat, they landed like a truth. One that wasn’t said for effect.

Her heartbeat slammed against her ribs, but her jaw locked tight. Her back scraped the stone wall behind her, her muscles pulled taut like a blade. Even without seeing him, she knew who it was.

Ahmet. His voice was tattooed in her mind like it was part of it.

"You warned me not to do anything stupid," she hissed. "Like coming into your Villa, right?" She threw the words like knives. "But all this time, you and your dear cousin were the ones trying to gut me from the inside. So don’t you dare—"

His grip tightened.

The tension between them thrummed, wild and bitter.

He didn’t yell. He didn’t curse.

He whispered, and it was worse.

"Call your men off," Ahmet said, low and sharp. "I’ll explain everything. Even though you don’t deserve it."

Asli’s laugh was brittle and humorless. "Explain?" she spat. "You want to explain while they clean up the blood outside?"

She shoved at him with her free arm, but it was like trying to move steel. "I’m not leaving here without your head."

He didn’t flinch. But his silence spoke—louder than the gunshots outside.

"You wouldn’t have come with so few men if that was your plan," he finally said, voice edged with venom.

"You think this is few?" Her lips curled into a grin that didn’t reach her eyes. It wasn’t as if he would see that. "There are more. Waiting for my call. This isn’t like the last time when I bluffed."

She leaned close, closer than she already was, her breath brushing his cheek. "This time, Ahmet, they’re real."

A flicker of hesitation passed through him, barely perceptible. But she felt it.

The hallway remained dead dark, but the air between them was sparking.

Ahmet released her wrist, but only to cage her in by the shoulders. She was cornered against the wall, but her glare remained unshaken.

"For every man of mine you killed tonight," he said, quiet but fierce, "you’re going to pay."