Episode 6
## Episode 6: The Second Will
**Narrated by Dilara Aslan**
There were no signatures. No stamps. Just his handwriting. My father's.
It was unmistakable — sharp, precise, and emotionless, just like the man himself. The paper was yellowed at the edges and folded three times. I smoothed it open on the dining table while Alihan stood at my side, silent.
**To whom it may concern,**
*In the event that I am no longer alive, I must clarify truths that were never meant to remain hidden. There is no value in legacy without truth, and no peace in lies left behind.*
*I have two children.*
*They are not siblings.*
*They were never meant to be raised as such.*
I stopped reading. My hands trembled.
Alihan whispered, "Keep going."
*One child is legitimate, raised within my home. The other, born from love I could not name in public. But they are both mine. And neither should be punished for what I couldn't face.*
*Should anything happen to me, I ask that Dilara and Alihan know the truth — and choose freely the lives they want to build, with or without my name.*
The letter ended without farewell.
Just his initials: **M.A.**
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I sat down slowly.
"He knew," I whispered. "He knew this would destroy us."
Alihan looked pale. "He left it unsigned. That's why it didn't count legally."
"Because even in the end," I said bitterly, "he was still too much of a coward to choose."
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The house felt different after that. Like the walls had exhaled a secret they had been holding for decades.
Selma refused to comment on the second will.
"It wasn't official," ela disse. "But you're free to keep it."
Keep it?
As if it were a souvenir from an emotional train wreck.
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That night, I couldn't sleep.
My mind spun with everything: my father's silence, my mother's desperation, Alihan's eyes when he looked at me now.
I left my room around midnight. The hallway was dark, but I knew where he would be.
Alihan sat by the fireplace in the library, one hand turning the bracelet over and over in his palm.
"You shouldn't be awake," he said without looking up.
"I couldn't sleep," I replied. "You?"
He shook his head.
I sat across from him. For a while, neither of us spoke.
Then eu perguntei a pergunta que nós dois estávamos evitando.
"What are we supposed to do now?"
Alihan didn't answer right away.
He leaned forward, elbows on his knees.
"I don't know who I am anymore," he admitted. "Am I the forgotten son? The fake brother? Or something else entirely?"
"You're Alihan," I said quietly. "You're the boy from the garden. The man who walked into my house and flipped my entire world upside down."
He looked up, eyes locking with mine.
"And you're Dilara," he said. "The only person in this house who ever saw me."
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The fireplace crackled. The distance between us shrank.
I knew it was wrong.
I knew it was dangerous.
But when he reached for my hand, I didn't pull away.
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De repente, ouvimos um barulho no andar de cima.
Um estrondo.
We both stood.
"Stay here," I whispered.
"No," he said firmly. "We go together."
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We climbed the staircase slowly, every step echoing like a drumbeat.
When we reached the landing, we found the source.
My father's study.
The door was open.
Inside, papers were scattered. One of the drawers was pulled out. A broken photo frame lay on the floor.
Someone had been here.
Recently.
I turned in time to see a figure disappearing down the hallway.
"Wait!" Alihan shouted, and we chased after them.
But by the time we reached the back exit, the door was swinging wide open.
Gone.
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We stood in the cold night, breathless.
Alihan stared at the darkness.
"They're still trying to hide it," he said.
I nodded.
"Then we find out everything," I whispered. "No more secrets. No more lies."
His hand found mine again.
This time, I held on.
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**To be continued...**
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> 🧩 **Next on Episode 7:**
Dilara and Alihan begin investigating who broke into the study — and discover a hidden room in the mansion sealed off since her mother vanished. But when they open the door… nothing can prepare them for what they'll find.