Top Assassins Call Me The Lady Boss novel Chapter 77

Chapter 77: A lady after all

Chapter Seventy-Seven

Ahmet... the name alone made her stomach twist. He was the son of the man who had wiped out her family, the one whose existence burned like a scar she could never erase.

Her hands curled into fists, nails pressing into her palms. She hated that she no longer despised him like she used to. It burned her inside that the one man she could never have was the man she yearned for.

Demir knew Ahmet’s name, knew the man whose family she was to destroy. But he didn’t know her Ahmet. He wasn’t just the enemy. He was the only one who had looked at her like she was something precious. As though she was desirable.

Ahmet was the only one whose touch had made her forget everything else. The same man who had made her forget what she was supposed to live and die for.

Demir would never understand. He’d never accept it. Hell, even she struggled to forgive herself whenever the memories crept in.

She had lied to herself; it was a mistake. But she kept on craving for him. It wasn’t just a mistake. It was a secret she had no choice but to take to her grave.

The insane part? She wanted to forgive him for pointing a gun at her.

Asli wasn’t the forgiving type. She never let things go that easily. She was the kind of woman who listened to men beg for a second chance and still pulled the trigger without hesitation. And yet...

Yet, Ahmet had not even asked for forgiveness. No apologies, and no justifications. But somehow, she was willing to let it go. Her thoughts were as conflicting just as the feelings she refused to name.

Before anyone could question her silence, the low hum of an approaching engine cut through the air. The grey car rolled to a stop in front of the building. They all knew who it belonged to.

Marco.

The conversation ended abruptly, and everyone stood still and tense as if they were soldiers waiting for orders.

He stepped out of the car, his presence commanding without a single word. They greeted him in unison, but his nod was brief, and his expression unreadable as always. Then, he smiled... it was a small, deliberate one directed only at Demir.

The man didn’t spare Asli a glance, neither did he acknowledge her return, nor ask if she was better.

She was used to it. It didn’t matter. It never had.

Emotions? She didn’t have those. Not anymore.

So why the hell did it hurt when Ahmet thought of her as the suspect? Or was it that she did not like it when people blamed her for something she didn’t do?

Was that it? She wasn’t even a saint.

Or was it something she always told herself to escape the feelings they brought?

"I will be inside," Marco announced before heading inside the building. They all knew he was only informing his precious nephew.

"I’ll join you in your suite later, Asli. Excuse me." Demir excused himself as he followed his uncle. His expression became more serious than it was when it was just the two... three of them.

Asli strode toward her place with hurried steps but the annoying man trailed right behind her.

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