Short intro: Thriller:
Istanbul – 7th August.
The lights were off when Esra returned home. The silence wrapped around her like a ghost.
Then—
"Bir, iki, üç!"(1,2,3)Click....
Lights exploded on. A chorus of voices screamed, "Sürpriz!"
She blinked. Her father smiled, arms wide open. "Happy birthday, my princess!"
Tears shimmered in her eyes as she whispered, "Teşekkür ederim, babam (thankyou so much Dad) You're the best."
But someone else stole her gaze — standing quietly near the garden entrance.
Aliyan.With Aiyla.
The little girl ran into Esra's arms. "Anne (mom), I missed you!"
Esra bent to hold her, but her heart thudded with a storm of guilt.
This was wrong. She knew it.
Everything looked perfect… but something terrible had already happened.And something worse was coming.
Later that night, she entered her room. And froze.
Aliyan was there.
Her breath caught. "I need to talk to you."
He didn't turn around.
"I have nothing to say to you," he said coldly. "Move."
She stepped in front of him, her voice shaking. "Please… it wasn't what you think—"
"Then tell me," he snapped. "Tell me why you left me without a word. Why you disappeared with her."
She opened her mouth… but fear clutched her throat.
He brushed past her.
"Cemre is waiting. Don't follow me."
That night, the moon hid behind clouds.And someone… was watching.
From a distance. From the shadows.Listening. Waiting.
And when morning came, something was missing.
Someone was gone.
To be continued…
Continuation - "The Cost of Love" Thriller(scene02) Aliyan had left for Esra's birthday party with Aiyla — but Cemre didn't know.
Esra's father had insisted Aliyan attend. It had been months since they celebrated anything together, and he wanted to see his daughter smile again. Esra was reluctant, knowing the risks, but agreed. Aiyla clung tightly to her father's hand as they walked into the decorated garden.
The lights shimmered. The music was soft. Laughter echoed — but danger hid beneath the calm.
Unaware, Cemre grew restless. It had been a week since she last saw her daughter. Her heart ached. She decided to visit Aliyan's mother's house.
But when she arrived, a storm brewed inside her.
"Where's Aiyla?" Cemre demanded.
Aliyan's mother blinked, confused. "He hasn't returned since the day he left."
That one sentence cracked the silence wide open.
Cemre's fingers trembled. Her blood ran cold. "What do you mean... he hasn't returned?"
"He said he was going to his office. That...
To be continued...
Continuation - "The Cost of Love" Thriller(scene03) The Cost of Love – Part 3
Cemre stood frozen, her heart hammering. Her mind spiraled with dark thoughts. She stormed out of Aliyan's mother's house without another word, her steps fast, her breathing ragged.
If Aliyan wasn't at his mother's…Then where was he?
And why had he taken Aiyla with him?
With trembling hands, she called Aliyan. Again. And again. The call never connected. Her frustration grew into fear — and fear into rage.
Meanwhile…
At Esra's birthday party, Aiyla giggled in her floral dress, her tiny arms wrapped around Esra's neck. "I missed you, Anne," she whispered.
Esra blinked away tears. "I missed you more, my little star."
Aliyan watched them silently from a distance. His heart ached. This… this moment felt right.
But it wouldn't last.
Because Cemre was watching.
Uninvited. Hidden in the crowd. Rage in her eyes.
She had followed the clues. Found the address. And what she saw shattered her.
Her husband.
Her daughter.
And the woman she hated — smiling, happy, together.
Her blood boiled.
She didn't scream. She didn't confront.
Instead, she left. Quiet. Controlled. Deadly.
Back home that night, Cemre sat in the dark. The silence around her was poisonous. Her breathing slow, but her mind screamed.
She picked up her phone.
She sent one message to Aliyan:
"You'll regret stealing my daughter. And betraying me again."
And then, she disappeared.
To be continued in Part 4...
Continuation - "The Cost of Love" scene(Part04)
That night, Aliyan held Aiyla close as she slept beside him in Esra's room. Esra stood quietly near the window, her eyes lost in the glittering Istanbul night.
"Do you think Cemre will come after us?" she finally asked, voice low.
Aliyan didn't respond at first. He looked at Aiyla. "She's already watching."
Esra turned. "What do you mean?"
"I saw her at your party," he said. "She was standing near the back fence. She saw everything."
Esra's breath caught.
"Why didn't you say anything?"
"Because I know her," he whispered. "When Cemre is quiet… she's most dangerous."
The Next Morning
Aliyan left early to get breakfast. Esra stayed back with Aiyla, who was still sleeping soundly. She had just stepped into the shower when she heard a knock.
It was soft.
Then it got louder.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
Wrapped in a towel, Esra opened the door slowly.
No one.
Just silence.
And a small note stuck to the doorframe:
"You took what's mine. Now I'll take what's yours."
Meanwhile, outside...
Cemre sat in her car down the street, watching.
She wasn't finished.
This time, she wasn't going to beg Aliyan to come back.
She was going to make him suffer for choosing Esra… for hiding Aiyla… for betraying her again.
And her first move would strike from the shadows.
Because revenge wasn't loud.
It was quiet, and fatal.
To be continued in Part 5...
Continuation - "The Cost of Love" scene(Part05)
Esra held the note tightly, her breath shallow as she glanced around the empty hallway. The silence felt heavier now, loaded with menace. She closed the door softly and locked it twice.
Aiyla stirred in her crib, whimpering softly. Esra rushed over, brushing back her baby's hair and whispering, "Mama's here. Nothing will happen to you."
Her phone buzzed—a message from Aliyan.
Be careful. I'm coming back soon.
The front door slammed downstairs.
Esra's heart jumped. She opened the bathroom window to peek outside. Aliyan was pulling up in the driveway, his face grim.
Before she could call out, her phone rang—an unknown number.
She answered, her voice steady but cold."Who is this?"
Silence.
Then a slow, chilling whisper:"You have what's mine. Now, I'm taking what's yours."
The line went dead.
Aliyan burst into the room, eyes scanning Esra's face.
"We have to move. Now."
Meanwhile, somewhere far away...
Cemre smiled, her fingers tapping on a dark envelope. Inside was a picture of Aiyla, taken without anyone noticing.
Her voice was quiet but deadly:"Let the games begin."
To be continued in Part 6...
Continuation - "The Cost of Love" scene(Part06)
Aliyan gripped the steering wheel tightly as they drove through the dim, early morning streets of Istanbul. Aiyla was asleep in Esra's arms in the backseat, her tiny fingers curled around Esra's scarf.
"We can't stay at your apartment anymore," Aliyan said, his voice low but controlled. "She's watching. She's too close."
Esra nodded, trying to stay strong. "Where are we going?"
"To my old friend's place in Beykoz. It's private. Guarded. No one knows about it." He glanced at her through the rearview mirror. "We'll be safe there. For now."
As they disappeared into the winding hills, Cemre stood by the Bosphorus, dressed in black, a scarf covering her head. Her phone buzzed.
Unknown Sender: THEY LEFT. HEADING TOWARDS BEYKOZ.
She smirked. "You really thought you could outrun me, Aliyan?"
Later that night — The Hidden House, Beykoz
The house was silent except for the soft hum of the heater. Aiyla was asleep again, and Esra sat by the window, watching the dark forest outside.
Aliyan joined her, handing her a cup of tea. "She won't find us here."
Esra looked at him, her voice barely a whisper. "She already has someone following us. That message... someone took Aiyla's picture. That means they were close. Inside."
Aliyan's jaw tightened. "I'll find out who it is. I promise."
He placed his hand over hers.
"I won't let her touch you. Or Aiyla. Ever."
Esra leaned her head on his shoulder. "I'm scared, Aliyan… She's not the same Cemre anymore. There's something in her eyes. Like a fire that's already burned everything."
Aliyan held her tighter. "Then we fight fire with fire."
At Cemre's Hideout
Cemre opened a wooden box filled with old photographs—her, Aliyan, Aiyla. Happy moments that now felt like lies.
Her eyes were red. Her hands trembled.
She picked up a lighter… and burned a photo of the three of them.
"You ruined me, Aliyan. And now… I'll ruin everything you love."
She picked up another envelope. This one wasn't just a photo. It was a forged court order for Aiyla's full custody.
And at the bottom… a forged signature of Aliyan Doğan.
To be continued in Part 07...