The Wedding Night...

Sounds you cannot wait to listen to...

Before reaching the leaving room, Baran went out the front door of the mansion and called his friend. "Kerem, did you learn anything about that lawyer?" His friend responded. "I was about to call you. Unfortunately, I didn't learn much. Just that his name is Emin Kartal and he has a nasty reputation of getting the job done by whatever means." Baran thought about it. "So whoever he is representing..." Kerem finished. "It will be trouble, yes. I'll keep digging and if I find anything else, I will let you know." His friend replied before finishing the call. 'What did you do, Hassan?' Baran asked himself as he walked inside the mansion and into the second living room area beside his study. A table was set before the chimney, and the people involved sat around. Everyone was there except Firat. His grandmother sat beside his father, the two lawyers at the far end. As if reading his mind, Cihan, who sat opposite his dad, spoke. "Firat is on his way, brother." Baran nodded and took a seat next to him. From his position, he acknowledged the two unfamiliar men. Just by looking at them, Baran knew who the shady lawyer was. His suit, more fitted for a gangster than a lawyer, his gold accessories, and his overly slicked-back hair were more than enough clues. At some point, his eyes locked on Baran. The lawyer was defiant toward him, but Baran was not a man to be easily intimidated by others. "Since Mr. Firat is here, we can start reading the will." Baran didn't notice when his cousin entered the room. Everyone was now facing, Mr. Mustafa, The man in charge of his uncle's state. Baran didn't like the whole protocol. His patience ran thin as the man read Hassan's last words to the family. "Mr. Hassan would read a part of his will himself. He left an audio for all the family to hear." The tension in the room, which was already high, increased some more.

Mr. Mustafa tapped play on his phone screen and Hassan Karabey's voice was heard. "Dear Karabeys and guests. I bet the news of my dying was difficult to accept, especially for my beloved son, Firat, and my mother, Ms. Azade..." A sarcastic laugh could be heard in the audio. "...You thought my death would be the last you would hear of me. Well, I left this audio to tell you how wrong you were... Even if I'm not there to achieve my goals, I've left people behind who will. Now, have fun finding them. Because I'm having a lot of fun imagining it..." There was more laughter, and then he sobered up. "But, so that you know, I'm not as bad as you all think. I've decided to give you a clue..." The voice paused. Taunting them. "...Baran! Make sure to pay attention... This person is not a puppeteer but the puppeteer's master. One of you is indebted to him. I just hope you can figure it out before it is too late..." He giggled before adding. "Good luck to you, my family! With that settled, let's see who would get what. Are you as excited as I am? I bet you are..." Mr. Mustafa was visibly uncomfortable. "...With that, I leave you. Maybe this is the last time you hear from me, or maybe not. After all, that is what surprises are for." The audio stopped, and the man took over. "As for Mr. Hassan's assets. He made the following distribution: half of everything he owns in properties and money will be left to the mother of his son, Ms. Evin, who is represented here by Mr. Kaya. The other half, including his shares in Karabey Holdings, would be given to the person he refers to as the master, represented by Mr. Kartal. I hand you all over a copy of the will and with that, my job here is fulfilled. I must add that if any of you has objections over this document, they must take the legal route to impeach it."

Dilan was settling down in bed after a quick shower. She was doing everything she could to ensure the baby was safe. Their first obstetrician appointment in Istanbul was still a few days away. Hearing that she was pregnant was a surprise to her. The most beautiful surprise life had given her after Baran. The mere thought of anything happening to the baby... Dilan stopped herself. She would not go down that road. She could not deny that she was scared, but at the same time, hopeful. Hopeful that the baby would be fine and the danger was behind them. As for her shoulder. It didn't bother her as much. She could move more freely without feeling any pain. A knock on the door. "Dilan, child. I came by to see if you needed anything." Dilan smiled at the woman who was like a mother to her. "No, Ms. Kader. I'm fine. Thank you for asking." She turned to leave but Dilan stopped her. "Ms. Kader, is everything alright with Gül?" Looking back at Dilan, she responded. "Oh, yes. Everything is fine. She is busy with her studies." With that, she hurriedly left the room. Dilan frown. The whole family acted strange whenever she asked for either Firat or Gül. Dilan could not help the growing feeling inside of her that told her something had happened. Something bad enough that they were all afraid to tell her. The door to the room opened, and an annoyed Baran came in. "How was the meeting?" She ventured to ask. Her husband said nothing. Instead, he sat by her side and brought her to him. She felt him inhaling her scent. Baran did that every time he needed to calm down. "Baran? Do you want to talk about it?" She felt him move his head, indicating no. She tried to sit straight but he would not let her. "Not yet, Dilan. Please! I need us to stay like this for longer."