Continuation - The Heiress and the Heartbreaker (Scene 4)
Ecem forced the trapdoor open. A stale, cold breeze rushed upward. With her phone light shaking in her hands, she descended the narrow wooden steps into darkness.
The hidden basement wasn't large, but it was terrifyingly organized — like someone had lived there.
There were photos on the walls. All of her.
Her in university. At the café. Holding hands with Alp. Crying outside the hospital the night her mother passed.
Someone had been documenting her life for years.
Her eyes darted to a table in the corner — a single cassette tape lay there labeled "PLAY ME".
She picked it up, her breath frozen in her lungs.
As soon as she turned around, the door slammed shut behind her.
She wasn't alone down here.
To Be Continued… Continuation - The Heiress and the Heartbreaker (Scene 5)
The cassette hissed to life in the player. Ecem's heart raced as a deep, distorted voice filled the room.
"You thought the past would stay buried, didn't you, Ecem?"
"But secrets like yours... they always rise."
"You hurt people. You ran. But now, someone else is watching."
"And Alp? He's not who you think he is."
The tape stopped abruptly.
The basement lights flickered once... twice... then stayed on.
Standing in the corner now, just beyond the reach of her light, was a silhouette.
Tall. Still.
She whispered, "Alp?"
The figure stepped forward — and it wasn't him.
It was someone else wearing his face.
Someone who had been watching far too long....
("Silence speaks too. So here it is — the next piece of the mystery, just for you.") To Be Continued…Continuation - The Heiress and the Heartbreaker (Scene 6)
Ecem stumbled back, her breath caught in her throat.It wasn't Alp.But the resemblance was chilling — the same eyes, the same cold smirk… just wrong enough to freeze her blood.
"Who are you?" she whispered, her voice barely audible over the storm.
The figure tilted his head."You really don't know?" he asked, stepping into the light.The face was Alp's, but the eyes… empty.
"My name doesn't matter," he continued. "What matters is the truth. The version Alp never told you."
Ecem backed away, reaching for her phone — but it was gone.
"Looking for this?" he held it up, her screen glowing with the latest message:"He's a shadow of a lie — just like your past."
Tears welled in her eyes, not from fear — from confusion, from betrayal she thought she'd already survived."Why are you doing this?"
The man stepped closer."Because you don't deserve the ending you're chasing."He leaned in, voice low and sharp."Alp chose you over everything. And now you'll watch everything fall apart — just like you made me watch."
She froze."You… knew me before."
He smiled."Let's just say I'm one of the forgotten. One of the broken pieces Alp left behind."
A sudden crash from upstairs snapped both their attention.
The man turned — distracted — and Ecem didn't wait. She dashed for the stairwell, heart pounding, footsteps echoing in the narrow basement.
She reached the top, slammed the door shut behind her, and locked it.
Her phone buzzed again — back in her pocket.
One new message:"RUN. HE'S NOT ALONE."
Ecem spun around — and saw another figure at the end of the hallway.
Not a reflection.Not Alp.Another face she thought she'd never see again.
Someone who should've been dead.
TO be Continued....