Top Assassins Call Me The Lady Boss-Chapter 203: Declared war against his father

Chapter Two Hundred and Four

The ride to the Villa was silent. Markus drove while Ahmet sat beside him, staring out the window. His mind kept replaying Cole’s words.

His jaw tightened. Whoever had done it... He would make them regret it.

By the time they reached the estate, the anger sitting in his chest had hardened into something colder. Something dangerous.

They entered the house without speaking. The servants greeted them, but Ahmet barely acknowledged anyone as he walked straight toward his father’s study.

Markus sighed quietly. "This won’t end well," he muttered before following.

Ahmet pushed the door open without knocking.

His father looked up from the desk, clearly surprised.

"Ahmet?" he called.

But Ahmet didn’t waste time.

"Did you send someone to harm my child?"

The question landed in the room like a bomb. For a second, his father simply stared at him. Then his brows slowly drew together.

"Have you lost your mind?" he asked, his voice dangerously calm.

Ahmet didn’t back down.

"Answer the question, Dad."

His father rose from his chair slowly, disbelief written all over his face.

"You barge into my study and accuse me of trying to harm my own grandchild?"

Ahmet’s voice hardened. "Did you send someone after Asli or not?"

The temperature in the room dropped instantly.

"You are out of your mind," his father said sharply. "What kind of question is that?"

"Then deny it!" Ahmet shot back.

"I just did!"

Their voices rose with every word.

Markus stepped between them quickly, raising both hands.

"Okay, okay, let’s all calm down for a second," he said, glancing from one to the other. "Maybe we should lower our voices before the entire Villa hears this."

Neither man listened.

"This is the first time you’ve ever raised your voice at me," his father said, his tone turning cold.

Ahmet didn’t flinch.

"That’s because this is the first time someone has tried to take something like this from me," he replied.

His hands clenched at his sides.

"I’ve never had someone pregnant before. And now that I do, someone tries to steal that opportunity from me?"

His eyes darkened.

"I will never forgive whoever did that." The words hung heavily in the air.

His father’s expression shifted slightly. He was no longer angry. It was something more complicated.

"I would do anything to protect my family," his father said firmly. "If protecting them requires me to move mountains, then so be it."

Ahmet held his gaze.

"But," his father continued, his voice hardening again, "there is no universe where I make peace with Marco."

The name alone filled the room with old bitterness.

"That man destroys and among the many things he destroyed," he said. "was my best friend and his family." His jaw tightened. "I will never forgive him."

Ahmet stepped forward.

"Asli had nothing to do with that," he said firmly.

His father didn’t respond.

"She shouldn’t be paying for sins she didn’t commit," Ahmet continued. "Whatever happened between you and Marco... it wasn’t her doing."

His voice lowered, but the determination remained. "She deserves to be pardoned."

"If only it were that simple," his father said, shaking his head slowly. "You won’t understand. And I hope that one day, when the truth comes out, you won’t blame me for not protecting you."

Ahmet let out a humorless laugh. The sound carried more frustration than amusement.

"Protecting me?" he repeated, running a hand through his hair. His patience was wearing dangerously thin.

"Maybe if you actually told me something," he said, his voice tightening, "maybe if you gave Markus and me what we’ve been asking for all these times, we’d finally understand why you and Marco hate each other so much."

He gestured sharply between his father and the space between them as if Marco stood there.

"At least we know the man is evil," he continued. "We’ve seen enough of that ourselves. But what I don’t understand is why Asli thinks the same thing about you."

His father frowned.

"Ahmet, I don’t know why she hates me," he replied. "I told you already, I didn’t even know she existed until we found out that she was behind all those mischiefs."

The answer only made Ahmet’s frustration boil over.

He paced a few steps across the room, dragging a hand down his face.

"That makes no sense," he muttered.

He stopped and turned back toward his father, disbelief written all over his face.

"She mentions your name like you ruined her life," he said. "Like you destroyed everything she had."

His hands spread slightly in the air, as if trying to physically grab the explanation out of the room.

"And you’re telling me you don’t even know who she is?"

The silence that followed felt suffocating.

Ahmet clenched his jaw. Every conversation with his father ended the same way. Why was he holding back the truth?

He slammed his palm lightly against the desk in frustration.

"Do you know how insane this sounds?" he demanded. "There’s a grudge between two families that has lasted for years, and now a baby is involved... yet the two men at the center of it still refuse to say why it even started."

His eyes burned with restrained anger.

"How are we supposed to protect anyone when we don’t even know what we’re fighting? Well, Asli and I are having a baby and you know we protect the family at all costs. I’ll fight for this and so I’m warning you, if you have anything to do with the incident, you better not try anything again."

Ahmet left the study before his father could say another word.

The heavy doors slammed shut behind him, the echo following him down the hallway as he strode through the house. Markus called his name once, but Ahmet didn’t slow down.

He kept walking. He passed the living room. Passed the guards stationed at the entrance.

Straight toward the lower wing of the estate where the underground cells were kept.

The air changed the moment he stepped down the concrete stairs. It grew colder, and thicker. The faint smell of rust and damp stone clung to the air.

Four guards straightened immediately when they saw him approaching.

"Boss."