The Wedding Night...

Dilara's proposal...

It was Baran's and Dilan's mission to help Dilara prepare a surprise for Kerem. Baran had been in danger of ruining the whole thing that morning when his friend refused to cooperate and go to dinner with them. He lost his patience and was about to blurt it out when Dilan intervened. "Come with us, Kerem, please. It has been a while since we've had dinner outside the mansion without the twins. We are ready for some adult fun with friends." Their friend looked apologetic. "I don't know how fun I would be right now, Dilan. And Dilara..." Dilan was quick. "I already talked to her while driving here, and she agreed to it, Kerem... Come on, what do you say?" He seemed puzzled by the mention of Dilara. "Alright then, if she has agreed to it." Baran put his hand on Kerem's shoulder. "Smart decision. Now, let's get to work so we can leave on time." Dilan nodded and left the two men to their own devices. She headed for her floor when she got a nervous call from Dilara. "What happened?" Dilan pressed her floor button. "He finally agreed. I told him we spoke earlier, and you said yes, like we talked." She heard her friend pacing. "I'm so nervous, Dilan. I think I have kept him waiting for too long. What if he no longer wants to be my husband?" Dilan knew how absurd that notion was. "He does, Dilara. That man is eager to marry you. Have you prepared everything for tonight?" Dilan began walking towards her office. "It is. I'll be there earlier for the final adjustments." Zeynep stopped her at the door. "I'll talk to you later, Dilara. I have to go... What is it?" Her assistant looked disturbed. "Someone is waiting for you in one of the meeting rooms." Dilan handed over her purse and bag. "Who is it?" Zeynep pressed her lips together. "Mr. Timur." She was surprised, yet worried.

Dilan needed to get the man out of there before Baran heard of him, or else, all hell would break loose and Kerem's surprise would be ruined. "Make sure this information doesn't reach Baran, Zeynep." She instructed. "Dilan, shouldn't we call security or something? Do you want me to go with you?" She indicated no with her head. "I don't think he would do anything dangerous, Zeynep." Her assistant was restless. "I'll call security. Have a couple of them stand close by just in case." Dilan grabbed her arm. "Whatever you do, make sure Baran doesn't hear of it." Zeynep nodded. "Don't worry." She headed for the meeting room and stopped at the door. 'Relax, Dilan. It will be fine.' She turned the doorknob and entered. The man stood as soon as he laid eyes on her. "Dilan..." She went straight to the point. "What are you doing here? Are you looking for trouble again?" She was defiant, although she didn't want to. But remembering what he did, the danger he put her children in. Dilan could not help it. "We have some unfinished business to deal with. The inheritance..." She raised her hand. "I already stated I don't want any of it. I told your mom that." He placed his hands in his pockets and walked towards Dilan. The fact that she took a step back infuriated her. "Saying it is not enough, Dilan Karabey. You have to put the signature where your mouth is. Let's make this official." He threw a folder on the table. Dilan opened it and was reading the document. "Signed it." He handed over a pen. "Before I do, my lawyer would read it." He hit the table with his fist. "I knew it. If you intended to renounce the inheritance as you said, you would have signed that document." Dilan breathed in deeply. "I will sign it. But I need to know what I'm signing first. How do I know this is limited to that, and there is no hidden agenda here? I will give it up, but I'm not stupid, Timur."

Baran was on his way down to see Dilan. He had with him a client interested in donating to the Foundation, and Baran was accompanying him and his team to meet his wife. He called the elevator. The doors opened, and as he was about to enter, he heard. "Baran Karabey." He recognized the voice. What was he doing there? The mocking facial expression on Timur's face enraged him. "Dilan," Baran whispered, worried about his wife. "I met your wife just now. I left some papers with her. Make sure she signs them." Timur had the nerve to have the elevator doors close. Baran's hands were in fists. If it were not for the client, he would have punched the man right there and then. He told himself to calm down. That Timur would not dare to do something to Dilan inside the building. The man was a coward. He attacked while hiding, not in plain sight. Dilan was fine. She was, period. Getting inside, he pressed the Foundation's floor number several times, knowing we'll it would not make the damn thing go faster. But that is all he could do at that moment. The doors opened, and Baran had to gather his strength not to run towards his wife. "If you would accompany me this way." He signaled with his hand, and the group followed him. He opened the door to one of the meeting rooms. "Please wait for me here, I'll look for Ms. Dilan." Baran was out the door before anyone could say anything to him. He had only one goal: to find his wife. He reached Zeynep's desk. "Mr. Baran." She called for him, but he would not stop until he had her in his arms. He barged into her office and saw her standing behind her desk. "Baran!" Without saying anything, he marched in her direction until she was at arm's reach. Then he brought her to him. "Are you okay?"