"Don't think for a second that I'll be impressed and forgive you just like that..." The voice, coming from nowhere, made Clarissa's face turn pale. "Who is it? Is that you, Jordan? Show yourself!" As Clarissa looked around frantically, she was shown a video call from the screen of her laptop, now facing her. Jordan... "What do you mean?" Seeing Clarissa's reaction, Jordan's figure in the video call burst into laughter. "You can't even guess, let me tell you." He deliberately paused his words, making people curious. "I'll make your fate the same as the condition of my company now, I'll even make you live in the underworld!" His words were so cruel! Jordan was still grinning and continued. "And you have to know, that tomorrow you will face hellfire!" Clarissa slid back, trembling incessantly. On the laptop screen, she saw a man with sharp facial features. His eyebrows and eyes, which were the reason why she could like Jordan, but was there no hope for her now? Clarissa looked at
Clara stepped into the familiar yet foreign elite mansion, her two sons at her side, their presence drawing curious stares from the gathered crowd. The atmosphere was starkly different from six years ago, when she was greeted with cheerful smiles by the servants and even the housekeepers. Lara quickly brushed aside the memories of the past and opened her eyes wide, taking in the scene of mourning that mirrored her own grief. A casket stood in the center of the room, its occupant, the man who had been a pillar of support throughout her childhood, now laid still and lifeless. Clara's tears flowed freely, Lucas and Louis mirroring her sorrow. Jessica, standing beside her with a scowl, broke the silence. "Finally, you're back. I wonder if you only returned after Grandpa passed away." She said, arms crossed over her chest. Clara took a deep breath and looked at Jessica, trying to remain composed. "It's been a long time, but you're still the same. Are you twisting the facts? Don't start
"Raisa, you came too? How did you know I was here?"Catching her breath, Raisa replied, "We can talk later. Come with me for a moment, let's talk outside..."Without Clara's consent, she was pulled out of the house. Raisa looked at her seriously. "I came to tell you some bad news!"Her serious expression piqued Clara's curiosity. "News?""Yes, Clarissa... Clarissa has just been..." Raisa was too distraught to continue, but she couldn't bear to leave Clara hanging. "...found dead. Suicide.""What?" Clara narrowed her eyes in disbelief. "You're not making this up, are you? A woman like her wouldn't do something so foolish."Raisa sighed, her face etched with grief. "You don't believe me? Her body was found at the bottom of a ravine. Authorities concluded it was suicide.""What?" Clara was shocked and curious. "Why would she do something so drastic?" Clara raised her voice.Raisa shrugged. "I don't know. I'm surprised too. A prominent businesswoman like Miss Clarissa, found dead at the
"Mr. Jordan Halle, I've been hearing about the embezzlement scandal that Clarissa committed. And your company was one of the victims, yet you look fine. Maybe there's something going on between you two…" "Whatever you say, but after the competition winners are announced, I'll hold a press conference…" "But CEO Jordan, your credibility will fall." Raisa spoke up after listening to their conversation. "No! The press conference must be held." After speaking, Jordan stood up from his chair. "Coincidentally, I agree with you," Simon smiled mysteriously, "I hope your name is on the list of competition winners." Before leaving, he glanced at Raisa. If you think about it, Jordan did look relaxed and carefree. Could what Simon, the musician, said be true? Raisa was lost in thought. "Hey, what are you thinking about? Let's go." Raisa obediently followed her boss back to the competition venue… From the front row seats, Simon saw two people who had just arrived sitting side by side
As the murmurs of agreement towards Raisa's words filled the room, Emma lowered her head. Raisa was right; Jordan was indeed unconscious in the video. The people started to curse at her with harsh words. "Hey, what are you waiting for? Get out of there before the reporters arrive!" Emma looked hesitant and stiff. She looked at Simon, hoping for protection, but the man remained silent, realizing his plan to bring Jordan down had completely failed. "Mr. Simon Alexander, where are you going?" Emma tried to stop her boss and partner as he walked away. Unfortunately, the man didn't respond. He hadn't been paid for his work. After all, he worked for money! Jordan, although this incident had been troubling, was relieved by Raisa's defense after clearing his name. He looked at Emma coldly, with no sympathy left as he ran out of the building with a pale face. Tringg… The ringing of a call came from Jordan's phone. "Mr. Halle, a woman is causing a commotion in the office lobby." Jordan mon
Aldi Sebastian, a photographer for a prominent magazine, was a bachelor at thirty-three. His parents had tried everything-blind dates, introductions to eligible heiresses-but Aldi remained uninterested. These women were beautiful, highly educated, and professionally successful. He should have chosen one, yet the prospect held no appeal. He wouldn't even bother to get to know them. Some speculated he wasn't attracted to women, but his close relationship with a hijab-wearing woman had shifted the focus of those whispers. Many women were openly envious of the way he treated her-with exceptional kindness and gentleness. Anna found the attention uncomfortable. He even drove her to work every day. "It seems the gossip mill is in overdrive. Anna and Mr. Aldi, that foreign photographer, are getting awfully close." "What?" The modern school gates, where Anna worked, buzzed with the swirling rumors. Their closeness caused a sensation among the
"So, Viko is Miss Ayunda's child? And he's moving?" The principal of School Founderword School relayed everything she knew to Anna. The most shocking revelation? He was her third child! Anna fell silent, lost in thought. Then, glancing at the clock, she realized she was almost an hour late for her class. "Excuse me, Mrs. Hesti, I have to hurry to class. The children must be waiting." With that, Anna dashed off, not waiting for her superior's response. The woman, in her fifties, simply shook her head. If Anna hadn't left so quickly, she would have certainly received a lengthy reprimand. In the third-grade classroom, Anna noticed the second seat in the corner was empty. Again, her thoughts drifted back to Viko. Is he Hanif's child? "Teacher, why did Hanif move schools?" A student's question startled Anna. She smiled warmly, answering gently, "Perhaps his parents moved too. Even tho
Anna awoke to find herself nestled in a bed, a thick blanket partially covering her. She looked around, the room empty. "Where am I?" She tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness washed over her. Touching her head, she realized a cool compress was bound to her forehead. "Who put this on me?" She pressed her temples, hoping to ease the throbbing pain. "What happened?" she tried to recall. "I couldn't have fainted in the street, could I?" "Anna, you're awake?" Oh dear! Her voice must have been too loud. Footsteps approached. Anna's curiosity piqued. "Aldi?" She remembered walking with Aldi earlier. Now she was here. 'Did Aldi bring me here? Did he carry me?' Anna's silence prompted Aldi to approach the bedside. Feeling awkward, she forced herself to sit up, leaning against the pillows. "Let me help you change that compress." He gently touched her forehead. "You have a high fever. Your head still
"I agree..." Ayunda cut off his words, without thinking anything. "Are you changing your mind that quickly?" Fendy raised his eyebrows. "Yes, after I thought about it, this is just a side job, right? Besides, I still have a new advertising project, right?" Ayunda, Ayunda, she spoke as if she knew everything, but the man just smiled, his eyes shifted to another direction. "That depends... At least you still have to do something big for me..." "Something big? What is this? Don't go too far." Ayunda snorted, she clearly didn't accept this. "Ayunda, don't you remember our agreement before? Look at your face now, you should be retired by now. Whatever brand it is, they clearly choose fame to make their products sell." Ayunda looked down, was she really like an old woman? Was it because she had given birth many times? She thought, expensive powder should still be able to cover the wrinkles on her face. However, Ayunda d
"Oek... Oek..." "Hanif, your son is crying, isn't his mother at home?" The man just grimaced when asked by a customer who was standing and about to shop at his store. Although busy packing customers' groceries, Hanif took the time to answer briefly. "Ayunda has been busy lately, she got another advertising project, so at home it's just us two." "And what about Jeanne?" "Mom is taking care of the old house, besides she's also busy taking care of her aerobics community, so she can't help me either." After packing everything, Hanif arranged all the items in front of the store and continued his speech. "I'm used to doing everything alone, ma'am, so it's okay." The crying got louder, attracting the attention of all the store's customers. "Hanif, you should go check on your son, we'll wait here." Hanif's busyness invited concern for them, he just realized that all his neighbors had a great sense of humanity. Without thinking, he
"That's Fendy who recently appeared in the men's magazine, right?" The shout drew attention from many people. Their eyes, they stared at the woman beside him with narrowed eyes. "That's Ayunda, right? How dare that woman be close to Fendy?" Some of them commented, as if they didn't like their closeness. At that moment, director Fendy, who heard it, immediately intervened to silence the people who were fans of the magazine he sold on the black market. "Whoever it is, don't protest. I deliberately brought her here to collaborate on the cover." "You should have taken someone else, not Ayunda. A middle-aged woman like her would only be a loss to your brand." "That's right. If the cover is a picture of Ayunda, it won't sell. There are more shining mentors out there to collaborate with." Fendy's producer was quite annoyed by their protests, and he immediately took action. "No, I've decided on this, and no one can a
Hanif paced back and forth in front of the door, his anxiety growing with each passing minute. Ayunda, his wife, was still not home. Yesterday, he hadn't made her favorite soto rice, and now he wondered if that was the reason for her absence. He was running out of time, but his worry for her outweighed everything else. "I'll try calling her again. Hopefully, she'll pick up." His fingers flew across the screen of his phone, reconnecting the call. "Please pick up, Ayunda, pick up..." One, two times he tried, but the result remained the same. "Ayunda isn't in trouble, is she?" He closed his eyes, trying to think clearly. "Okay, I'll try one more time." "Hello..." Hanif let out a sigh of relief as the call connected. "Honey, are you okay?" Hanif asked urgently. "Hanif, I'm so busy today. We can talk later, bye!" "But..." "Oh, I forgot. Hanif, I might not be able to come home for a while, so please take care
Tab...Ayunda's focus was diverted to the magazine that had just been slammed on the table by the cameraman. She picked it up and opened the first page, then turned the next page, until her eyes widened. "So, the photos of me earlier will be published like this?" The man nodded. "That's right." His answer was so casual, Ayunda was slightly provoked by it. "But this is..." However, her words stopped. Her head suddenly throbbed, she couldn't hold it back and had to massage her temples. "What's wrong with me?" "Maybe you just need to rest. Why don't you lie down for a while in that room?" The man pointed to an empty room not far from there. "That's the guest room and it's fully equipped. You don't have to worry if you need to rush to the toilet." The man chuckled. Ayunda really couldn't hold it back anymore. She wanted to get up, but the cameraman stopped her. "Ayunda, wait! Would you like to consider o
"Ayunda..." Hanif called out to his wife softly. Since Ayunda returned home, she had gone straight to their room and hadn't come out until nightfall. Hanif followed her to the bed where she lay, their son already asleep. He saw Ayunda's back turned towards him, her body enveloped in a cotton pajama, fueling his desire to do something. As a normal man, he clearly desired what they were supposed to do. His hand moved to touch Ayunda's shoulder, slowly descending to her waist. Hanif moved his hand to explore the front, this time taking the initiative to touch her breasts and squeeze them. However, Ayunda woke up and immediately pushed his touch away, pulling up the blanket without caring about her husband's desires. "Darling, it's been a while..." "I'm tired and want to rest. I have errands to run tomorrow." It was cruel. His desire had reached the top of his head, but Hanif chose to ignore his disappointment and left the room
His words were so forceful, the woman became the focus of attention of the people.Ayunda couldn't stand it, arrogantly she put her hands on her hips looking at them."You guys are just low-class people, how dare you kick me out? Byurr... before she finished speaking, a spray of mineral water that she didn't expect hit her face and the dress she was wearing. Ayunda was now truly like a joke watched by many people. They didn't even stop laughing at Ayunda without tolerance. She was so annoyed and her mind was full of emotions, her appearance now must be very embarrassing, so she put her sunglasses back on and intended to leave. "What's the commotion here?" That distinctive baritone voice made the atmosphere suddenly silent. Ayunda, who initially wanted to give up and leave, now turned back and straightened her head. "Mr. Hans..." Ayunda had known him for several years, although he seemed indifferent, but the man who was familiarly calle
Leon suddenly became fussy, Hanif quickly made milk and turned on children's videos on his phone to stop Leon from crying. However, his efforts failed, Hanif tried to silence him in every way, the result was the same. Luckily, Ayunda was not far from home. Hanif's mind was much more chaotic, and it triggered his emotions, until finally he released all his frustrations with emotion. "Ayunda, do you still remember your child? Don't you hear him crying? No matter what, he needs a mother's love." "Just tell your mother to come here, tell her to bring the kids and stay here." What a fool, he didn't care how hard Hanif worked to earn a living for his family, all this was to meet their needs as well.Unfortunately, Hanif always kept it to himself, he didn't want to spread it all around and be told he wasn't sincere in supporting his family. Ayunda didn't fail to hear her husband's words, but she grumbled instead, even after leaving her house. "Ju
Anyone would have been very upset, unfortunately Hanif was used to pampering Ayunda, so no matter what his wife's fault was, Hanif measured it all with love. Plus, Leon was not even a year old yet, Hanif clearly didn't want his little son to hear yelling or shouting that would scare him. Really, if you look for it in the world, there is no one like Hanif. At this time, Hanif checked his son's condition. "Leon, you didn't pee, you didn't poop, you didn't cry and just played, why did you call me again, I'm busy?" Ayunda snorted in annoyance, Hanif already knew his wife would be angry if he was ignored. However, for some reason, now he felt that his guess was wrong, Ayunda looked at him with sparkling eyes. "I have good news, do you want to hear it?" "Hmmm...?" Hanif was successfully made curious.""I was offered an advertising project by an exclusive clothing brand product, with a guaranteed down payment to appear on the promotional scr