Top Assassins Call Me The Lady Boss-Chapter 189: "Something he’d applaud you for"

Chapter One Hundred and Eighty-Nine

She swallowed, words caught somewhere between disbelief, fear, and something she couldn’t name. "Pregnant?" she whispered, almost to herself.

"Yes," he said, voice low and raw.

"You’re lying," she spat, voice trembling despite herself. "You want me to withdraw. You want me stop."

"No," he said firmly, stepping closer, the chaos around them irrelevant. "You’re carrying my child."

Asli looked around then, as if it finally dawned on her that they were not alone. They were still fighting and shooting their guns around them.

Pregnant.

That test, she had seen its result. She wasn’t pregnant. She knew she checked it once but was that not enough? How had it even changed? Most importantly, when had it changed?

What did that mean for her?

For him?

For them?

Her father’s face flashed through her mind, sharp and condemning, followed by a hundred consequences she did not yet have names for. But beneath all of it, one truth settled, heavy and unavoidable: the child was innocent. He or she didn’t choose to have parents like them.

It would be hers and though she didn’t get the choice to choose what she wanted to be, she would give the child a choice. A real one. The way she had tried, however imperfectly, with Matilda. In her own broken way, she would do better than what she had been given.

Her thoughts were racing, colliding, and tearing at each other.

She lifted her eyes to meet Ahmet looking down at her, his gaze steady, and unreadable for a breath too long.

Then she saw the smile. There was no triumph there, no edge of victory, none of the sharpness she had braced herself for.

He was just... smiling because he was happy.

That alone unsettled her more than the chaos around her.

"We’re keeping the baby," he said quickly, like he was afraid she would say something else first. He wasn’t calculating consequences. He wasn’t weighing losses. He was already somewhere else, some future that existed only in his head.

Her brows drew together. A sharp frown cut across her face. What did he mean?

Keeping?

Had she said she wouldn’t?

Did he think that little of her? That she would erase something living just because it complicated things?

Well... maybe. But she wasn’t that much of a monster. She could never kill her own child. Or any child.

Her silence must have read louder than words.

As if sensing it, he rushed on, his voice low but intense. "I know you are scared of your father. Let him burn in hell for all I care. Fine, if he is the problem, we can leave. We will elope. Just disappear without a trace. You’ll choose the house, the designs, and decorate it however you want. I’ll handle the overseas businesses. Markus can run things here..."

Fear rose fast and sharp, cutting him off mid-sentence.

Not because he was wrong. But because he sounded so certain.

He had a plan. A neat one. A future where everything inconvenient was swept aside, and she was slotted neatly into it, choosing designs, decorating walls, existing safely inside his vision.

She didn’t let him finish. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Her jaw tightened. No. She wasn’t here to step into someone else’s perfect world.

Asli stepped in and drove her elbow hard into his ribs.

Ahmet sucked in a sharp breath, body jolting as he staggered half a step back, more shocked than hurt.

"I’m not doing that," she said flatly, eyes blazing up at him.

This wasn’t a dream. And she was not something to be moved around inside it.

"Yeah, clearly I can see you are not happy about my plan. Do you have a better one?" he spoke but before any of them could speak, Demir was rushing to their sides.

Took him long enough, she thought.

Demir lunged from the edge of the chaos, gun snapping up, his eyes locked on Ahmet with raw, desperate intent.

He didn’t get the shot off.

Ahmet’s men were already on him.

Two of them slammed into Demir from either side, knocking his arm wide, the gun skidding across the ground. Another hit him from behind, wrenching his arms back hard enough to draw a sharp grunt from his throat.

"Let him go!" Asli snapped instantly, stepping forward.

No one moved.

Every one of Ahmet’s men looked past her and then straight to him, others looking at Markus’ end.

Ahmet didn’t raise his voice. He didn’t rush it

"Blindfold him," he said calmly. "And take him through the back."

Demir stiffened.

"No..." he barked, struggling violently now, rage flashing across his face as a cloth was yanked over his eyes. "Ahmet, you bastard!"

The humiliation landed harder than the restraint.

To be caught, then dragged shamelessly was more humiliating than getting shot.

Asli saw it then, the look in Demir’s eyes just before the blindfold went on. He was shocked and furious. And something uglier.

Blame. He was blaming her. Why?

"Release him," she demanded again, sharper this time. "Now."

Ahmet finally turned fully to her.

"If your men don’t stand down," he said evenly, "Demir doesn’t walk out of here."

Something flickered in her eyes. It was cold, dark, and dangerous but she didn’t care. This was not even about her pride.

Only that Demir was being taken.

Her jaw clenched.

Behind Ahmet, his men hauled Demir away. He fought them, teeth bared, shoulders straining, but it didn’t matter. They were stronger and many. Relentless. Professional.

Ahmet lifted his hand once.

A subtle wave.

And they disappeared with Demir into the corners at the back of the Villa.

Asli watched until he was gone. It was a bad idea to divide her men. It was a wrong move to call the police on the other half. She thought catching them off guard would save them. These men were always ready. She’d applaud them for that.

She exhaled sharply and turned, almost mocking her foolishness.

Markus stood a few feet away, leaning against his car, gun resting casually against his thigh. He wore a smug, and infuriating smile.

Her men were all taken hostage. She could only hope they wouldn’t blame it on her. Who was she kidding, this was her mission. And she failed.

She rolled her eyes. "Of course it’s you."

He dipped his head. "Missed me?"

She ignored him and faced Ahmet again.

"Hand over your father."

Ahmet didn’t flinch.

"I told you," he said, firm. "It’s impossible."

"I won’t rest until I end him."

"That’s my father you’re talking about," he said and stepped closer. He then leaned in, voice dropping so low only she could hear. "That’s our baby’s grandfather."

Her jaw tightened.

"Do you know how much I’ll lose if I go back empty‑handed?" she asked, impatience bleeding through now. "What does this cost me? My Villa?"

Ahmet studied her for a long moment.

Then, quietly... "Then take something back to your father instead."

Her eyes narrowed. "Something he’d applaud you for."

A beat came.

"What is that?" she asked.

Ahmet’s mouth curved.

"Demir."