A mafia king in exile. A hacker with a bounty. A wilderness that could become their prison or their salvation.

She’s a ghost in the digital world, brilliant, untouchable, until the day her enemies finally catch up. Bleeding and desperate, she stumbles into a remote cabin in the wild, expecting nothing but rejection. Instead, she finds him, rugged, ruthless, hiding from a past steeped in blood. To her, he looks like a survivalist. In truth, he’s the exiled heir of a mafia empire, a man with enemies as dangerous as her own.

He wanted solitude, not complications. Yet the moment he sees her fire, her fear, and her stubborn will to survive, he knows he can’t push her away. But fragile trust can’t last forever. Secrets fester. Betrayals burn. And when the world comes hunting, her pursuers, his traitors—they’re forced into a war neither of them wanted to fight.

Now, hunted by the same men who once betrayed him, their lives collide in a storm of bullets, blood, and desire. She may be the key to reclaiming his empire. He may be the shield that saves her life. But together, they’re a target no enemy can resist.

Love can endure the war they’re about to start?

The library at Istanbul University felt pretty chill that late afternoon, way quieter than usual. The sunlight came streaming in through the tall glass windows, creating a warm, golden glow against the rows of bookshelves. Little dust particles floated around like tiny stars, lazily drifting in the air with each page turn.


She was cozied up in her favorite little corner by the humanities section, her notebooks spread out neatly in front of her. Color-coded tabs were sticking out, and her pens were lined up just right. She had been here for hours, going over her sociology notes and rewriting the stuff that didn't quite make sense. Every now and then, she would adjust her glasses and tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear, her eyes laser-focused on the words in front of her.


Chapter 50 - Notes, Books, and Him