Ilgaz wonders how the hell did he even end up like that. The answer is easy and not at all surprising to him - it's all because of his wife. His wife who currently is only one flight of stairs above him, waiting for him at their home, and he was dying to finally join and punish her for all the teasing she served him today.

Ceylin is suffering from aftermath of the recent events and Ilgaz is the one to rescue (with the little help of their baby girl)

What happens when IlCey need to travel abroad? OR Sometimes it's nice to hand over control...

Everyone can become an assassin if the right buttons are pushed. You don't have to be a psychopath or sociopath to kill someone. For those of you who disagree, I have a little question for you. If your life were in the hands of a person who wanted you dead more than anything in the world, wouldn't you kill him before he had a chance to get to you? My name is ceylin erguvan and I know that my answer to that question is one hundred percent... YES There's just one small problem, I don't think I killed the right person and my time is limited. I have to know who is the person who wants me buried 6 ft under before they discover the truth about ilgaz Kaya's death.

Ilgaz discovers that Ceylin didn't celebrate her birthday back in September so he decides to fix that with the help of Mercan.

A wild fic about IlCey's first kiss after their separation.

It's Mercan's 2nd birthday and it's been two beautiful years that Ilcey were living their biggest dream and as it's a big day , they had to celebrate in their way by doing a little trip in Ilgaz's camping car as their first trip the three of them in it .

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So had this idea today and I wanted to write as a little fic and I hope you'll really like it cuz I'm so in love with the fic I wroted .

Tiempo atrás, la abogada Ceylin Erguvan y, quien ella consideraba su mayor rival, Ilgaz Kaya, habían protagonizado batallas épicas en la corte. Pero un cambio en las fichas del juego los llevó a trabajar juntos, y ahora esas mismas personalidades antagónicas eran la receta perfecta...para un desastre épico.