"Mommy, it's Karen!" The voice of the boy whom Gerald had not noticed earlier came from outside. Not long after, a beautiful girl with a face Gerald knew stepped in with an arrogant attitude. The girl's gaze fell on the screaming boy.
There was no smile on her face, not like Karenina usually showed. There is no friendliness at all. They have similar faces and body shapes but are so different. Very different. Gerald thought. Even the way they dress is very different.
The Karenina that Gerald knew usually wore dresses and only occasionally wore pants. But Karenina in front of her now looks comfortable wearing long, tight jeans that wrap around her slender legs and hips.
And the white transparent blouse wraps a tank top of the same colour. It makes people want to look at what's inside those clothes.
And the girl's hair. Gerald frowned. The last time I saw Karenina's hair, the girl's hair was waist-length and dyed brown. Meanwhile, the girl in front of him had jet-black hair slightly shorter than Karenina. Who's she?
"Sorry, but I'm not Karenina." As if hearing the question in Gerald's mind, the girl spoke. Even the girl's voice was very similar. It's just that the intonation is different.
Karenina's voice always sounds gentle and friendly. Meanwhile, the girl in front of him seemed cynical. "I came here to meet Mrs. Caitlyn Brooks." She said in a flat tone. Her head was now directed towards one figure; who else could it be if not the hostess?
Gerald watched the debate between the hostess and the guest, who he now knew was the twin of his future bride. This new fact surprised him because, from the data he obtained about the Brooks family, he saw absolutely no record of the existence of Karenina's twin.
Every time he saw movement and heard the girl's sarcastic remarks, Gerald always smiled. That girl was much more attractive compared to his lost fiancee. And in Gerald's eyes, the girl also seemed very sexy.
"Fifteen years ago..." Fragments of sentences that came out of the girl's mouth made Gerald draw his conclusions.
They were separated twins, and the girl in front of him was the girl who was thrown away, while his fiancee was the girl who was picked up. Gerald smiled wryly at the temporary conclusion he had drawn.
OK, Gerald knows now. The puzzle pieces started to fit together. Mrs. Brooks is completely distraught by Karenina's departure. And he intended to use the girl before him as a backup.
Gerald smiled wryly again. Right now, he would be a spectator of this family drama.
He turned to his assistant, asking the man to come closer. "Find information about her." His assistant nodded to his order before returning to look at the mother and girl drama again.
While listening to the mother and daughter's drama, Gerald glanced at the Host. The old man who always acted superior was now making an 'offer'.
Money. Of course, that's what Old Brooks would offer, but what else? The funny thing is, doesn't that man realize that the source of the currency here is Gerald? But Gerald also noticed the girl's reaction, who now seemed interested in the Host's offer.
So, in the end, the girl will also lose like her twin sister? In fact, for a while, Gerald had concluded that they were different. But if money ultimately subdued the girl, Gerald would see the girl's cold response as mere drama.
The girl looked at Mr. Brooks defiantly. She will take as big a number as she's going to get. If Mr. Brooks couldn't give it, then Gerald felt he could as long as he could have the girl's body.
Yes, Gerald was attracted to the girl's body. Especially when the girl folded her arms in front of her chest, and her breasts looked perfectly lifted, it caught Gerald's attention. It makes his hands itch to touch and touch it. But the words the girl said were something Gerald had never expected.
"What if I asked for your child's heart in exchange for the request your wife would make?" She asked, which not only surprised the Brooks couple but also Gerald. It was clear that the man did not expect this to come out of the mouth of the girl in front of him. He thought the girl would say a number with lots of zeros after it. But his guess was wrong.
Gerald tried to hold back his mocking laughter. He needed clarification about who he wanted to direct his laughter at. He thinks that everyone is equally greedy for money. Or at the Brooks family, defeated by the cold-blooded young girl looking at the whole house with disdain before finally landing her gaze on Oliver Brooks.
"To hell with self-respect! We haven't had that since you left us. Since you left us begging and begging for you to come back. And your self-respect. That's your business. Not mine." Then the girl left.
Not in a dramatic style like television dramas. But it was Ariana's flexible attitude that attracted Gerald's attention. Even though the girl had been giving off a cold attitude and an aura of hostility, the sway of her hips as she walked made Gerald's lower body stiffen.
Well, the position is changing now. If initially, Gerald's mother had forced this marriage. So now Gerald wants it. Not the wedding. But he wanted the girl who had disappeared from before him.
Gerald looked at the middle-aged couple before him. The man's face looked so angry. Meanwhile, the woman looked so sad.
"So, can anyone explain to me the meaning of this drama?" He asked as if he still needed to be explained about the drama that had just happened. The two middle-aged people seemed surprised, seeming to have forgotten that Gerald was there.
Offended? No, Gerald wasn't offended at all. However, he felt that this was very funny.
"S-so. That." Mrs Brooks looked nervous again. "I think she could be a spare bride if Karenina hasn't returned." The answer was timid.
Gerald tried to hide his interest in the girl. "A replacement bride? Like that?" Mrs. Brooks nodded timidly. "So who is she?"
"She's Karenina's older twin." The answer was weak. One fact that Gerald finally found out and that he had already expected. So, all this time, his future wife had twins, but it was never known to the public. And Gerald was sure that there would be other facts that he would know if his assistant succeeded in completing his request.
Gerald could only smile. He will wait and act according to the results obtained.
Gerald looked at the folder in front of him. Four hours after the mother and child drama performance, his assistant got all the data he needed.How easy is the power of money? And networking, of course.Twins Ariana Leonidas and Karenina Brooks. Born in January twenty-five years ago. Father, Bradley Leonidas. Mother, Caitlyn Brooks. The divorce occurred fifteen years ago, and the Reason is economics.The second sheet contains even more specific data. Caitlyn left Bradley after her husband was declared bankrupt due to fraud. A month later, Caitlyn became Brooks' mistress despite the ongoing divorce trial. Meanwhile, since his wife left, Bradley's health has declined. He had a heart attack and ended with a stroke.Caitlyn took Karenina. Meanwhile, Ariana was left with Bradley. Little Ariana was raised by her father's co-worker named, Hestia. Hestia also looked after Bradley until the man was declared cured. Two years after his divorce, Bradley married Hestia. Who is a divorcee because s
The three women turned to him. Two stared, While one looked shy. Ariana cringed at the sight. "S-She. How could that be?" Asked the shoulder-length-haired woman. The woman is beautiful, white-skinned, with a sad face, and of course, if she smiles, she will give a warm impression. Of course, her skin was smooth from care, as was the woman sitting next to her."Ariana Leonidas?" The voice came from the oldest woman there."Yes it's me." Ariana nodded politely at her."I'm Rosaline Zeroun." The woman just nodded without intending to stand up and reach out her hand. Ariana followed her and just nodded slowly. "He's my daughter-in-law Isidora. And next to her, it looks like you know who.""Mrs. Caitlyn Brooks," Ariana answered flatly. The older adult nodded again. "What's the matter with three respectable women coming to my dingy place?" Ariana asked, seeming to be sarcastic."We heard bad news." Said the older adult."Is it true?" Ariana asked sarcastically. "Does it have anything to do w
Ariana was leaning against the wall, chatting with her employees who were busy cleaning the seafood that would be the main ingredient for their lunch. A sauce chef was working on the ingredients, while others were cleaning vegetables. Ariana's laughter stopped when Amber tapped her shoulder and pulled her away. "We need to talk," she said. Ariana turned and looked at Amber with her usual poker face. They headed towards the front of the restaurant. Amber gestured for her to follow without saying a word. Ariana finally got into the girl's sedan. Okay, the bespectacled girl was clearly in her annoyed mode. Ariana would just follow along. Before long, they parked at a cafe, ordered gelato, a few slices of cake, and some cold drinks. It seemed like Amber was trying to bribe her. "What do you want to know?" she asked, getting straight to the point. Honestly, Amber couldn't stay mad at Ariana for long. Because if she got angry, Ariana with her stubborn attitude would ignore her. Or worse,
"Are you sure you don't want to give your mother a chance?" Amber asked again. Ariana looked at her and then shook her head. Okay, Amber wouldn't persuade her anymore. If she was just ignored by Ariana, what if Ariana fired her later? She might also get scolded by Ariana's father. They returned to the restaurant. It was already 11 in the morning when they got back. Both Ariana and Amber entered their workspace, which also served as their private break room. Ariana, who had left her phone in her bag, was now checking it. She slid the screen, unlocked it, and saw several missed calls. "Mom?" Ariana pressed her mother's number and made the call. "Ariana, hello, dear." The voice on the other end sounded panicked and tearful. "Mom? Is there..." "Your father, dear," her mother interrupted before Ariana could ask. "What about Dad?" "Mom, you don't know. Dad called earlier, but suddenly the call got cut off. Mom went to Dad's office, but they said Dad left for an appointment. Mom checke
Gerald was dressed in a white suit with silver threads adorning the lapels. He looked even more handsome with his clean-shaven face, specially prepared for this occasion. His thick, black hair was neatly styled with expensive musk-scented hair oil. His grandmother sat beside him, holding his left hand with her wrinkled right hand. Gerald patted that hand reassuringly. He loved his grandmother deeply, even more than his mother. And this marriage wasn't the marriage they initially wanted, but after learning who his bride was, both of them had found new motivation. They had entered the grand estate. Mr. and Mrs. Brooks, along with their son, were waiting at the entrance, along with several people Gerald didn't recognize. They were all dressed in expensive and classy attire, clearly tailored for the occasion. They welcomed Gerald and his family as if they were honored guests. And indeed, they were honored guests. The Brooks family had to flatter them, or else their family's nobility woul
Gerald had stopped pretending to be sick. He sat on the bed, supporting his body by placing his hands on either side of him. His legs crossed each other. His eyes looked at Ariana, scanning her from top to bottom. "You're beautiful," the man said. "No need to remind me. I already knew that. You're not the first person to say that," Ariana answered casually. She was now sitting with her back to the mirror. Her hips leaned against the dressing table, while her arms were folded in front of her chest, making her ample bosom look even puffier. "Besides, if 'she' is ugly, how would a man like you marry her?" The sentence referred to his identical twin sister, Karenina. "A man like me?" Gerald raised an eyebrow. "Yes, men like you. And people like you. People who prioritize reputation above all else. Respect seekers," Ariana mocked. Gerald smiled and nodded in agreement. "Yes, I think you're right," he said later. "But my wife," Gerald rose again from his seat and slowly approached. Aria
The night had grown so late. Ariana once again entered the room that had been used for her preparations earlier. The reception was not yet over, but she was exhausted. Extremely tired. Especially because she had been forced to look elegant by wearing stilettos all night. Something she had avoided for so long. And she had no idea when the event would end. She didn't care anymore. What mattered was that she had fulfilled her duties as a bride earlier. Welcoming the guests. And after that, it wasn't her obligation to accompany and engage with them all night long. After all, she didn't even know them. They were Brooks family guests and her unfamiliar husband's guests. Not hers. Fortunately, the peach dress she was wearing was easy to take off. The only thing that puzzled Ariana now was, where was her change of clothes? The jeans and shirt she had been wearing earlier were nowhere to be found. As a result, she sought out the housemaid who had been accompanying her since earlier, asking h
Ariana struck the man's hand hard enough that her own hand hurt afterward. "What are you doing?!" the man asked in a drowsy voice. Ariana turned over, her head turning to the right to look at the face of the stranger who was now her husband. "I should be asking you. What are you doing?!" she retorted sharply, accusingly. "Didn't you say last night that you would take me home?" Instead of answering, the man slid closer and nestled his head against Ariana's neck, wrapping his arms around her waist and entwining his legs tightly. He didn't seem bothered at all. "I did take you home, dear. I brought you to bed, and I even kindly took off your clothes. What's wrong?" he said with a muffled voice against the curve of Ariana's neck. Ariana shuddered at his breath. "But why bring me here? Why not take me to the apartment?" Ariana now spoke softly. "Because your home is here. Where your husband is," he replied curtly. "Don't forget that I married you as a stand-in for Karenina," Ariana r
Two days later, after receiving proper treatment, Ariana's condition was declared stable enough to be transferred from the ICCU to a regular hospital room. To her surprise, while she had been alone with Gerald during her stay, she now received visits from several people. Mrs. Rosaline, whom Gerald hadn't allowed to meet Ariana before, was now revealed as Axel's caregiver during her hospitalization. Amber, who had faithfully accompanied her from the beginning, came with Adel. Jody came with her mother and her sister. Ariana's father also came with her stepmother. Only her mother and her twin sister didn't show up, and honestly, Ariana didn't mind. She had long considered the two of them absent from her life, although deep down, she still recognized them as family. After all, blood ties could never truly disappear. They had decided to name the beautiful baby girl in Ariana's arms Clemira Haniyah Aarzu Zeroun, which meant a brilliant, gentle, and joyful daughter. The baby Gerald descri
"They were spending the evening snacking on treats Amber had sent from the restaurant. Amber, their friend and cousin, had deliberately visited, claiming to miss them. However, it seemed that missing them wasn't the real reason Amber had come, because tens of minutes later, Ariana felt a sharp pain in her lower abdomen, making it difficult for her to breathe right then and there. Amber quickly reached out to Ariana, calling Gerald, who was in his room at the time, busy with a conference call with his colleagues. Hurriedly, Gerald approached Ariana, whom Amber had purposely seated on the sofa, propped up with pillows behind her back. "How... how can this be?" Ariana asked amid her pain. She looked at Amber with concern, then gripped her friend's arm tightly as the pain resurfaced. Amber glanced at Ariana's legs, now covered in pinkish fluid. "You're going into labor," Amber replied, her face pale. She knelt down, holding Ariana's hand and squeezing it gently. Gerald, who had just co
Ariana's pregnancy was progressing, her belly growing larger. Time seemed to pass incredibly fast as she savored these moments. She enjoyed the times when Gerald pampered her. Although they often disagreed when Gerald refused to fulfill Ariana's wishes, and vice versa, they always found a middle ground in the end. Axel also turned out to be a good child. He seemed content with his daily routine, alternating between school and their apartment. He wasn't fussy and didn't ask for his grandmother or his nanny. Ariana, Gerald, and the unborn baby seemed to be enough for him. During holidays, they spent time together. Gerald didn't dare take Ariana on exhausting trips. Instead, they mostly enjoyed watching movies, having meals together, or reading. If Axel wanted to go to the playground or swim in a public pool, his caregiver was always with him while Gerald and Ariana chose to stay back and enjoy their time in their own way. Gerald also regularly accompanied Ariana to her medical check-
The fact that Ariana is pregnant is no longer a secret. The news has reached her father and Mother. It also reached her mother and siblings. Especially Shelma. The woman looked furious when she heard that Ariana had dropped her divorce case and returned to Gerald. She intended to confront Ariana at Zeroun's residence. However, when she arrived there, she didn't see Ariana, Gerald, or Axel. When she asked Isidora, the woman replied that Gerald had taken his 'family' and left Zeroun's residence. Including his grandchild. Shelma went hysterical. Her dream of being with Gerald seemed shattered again because of Ariana. Meanwhile, Mrs. Caitlyn openly came to Zeroun's residence to ask for more financial help her husband needed. Of course, in the form of funds that would revive her husband's business. But again, she was disappointed because the person she was looking for was not there. Unintentionally, Mrs. Caitlyn, Karenina, and Shelma went to Zeroun's company to find Gerald. Once again,
They had just arrived at the restaurant when Gerald's phone suddenly rang. Gerald glanced at the flat object and saw his friend's name displayed there. "Hello?" "How are you?" the man on the other side asked, clearly curious. "Estoy bien," Gerald replied, making Ariana furrow her brows. "He's my friend from Spain," he whispered to his wife. Ariana just nodded and continued walking inside the restaurant. "Have you returned to Spain?" Gerald inquired. "Not yet. We are still in Indonesia. Gina keeps urging me to remind you of your promise," the man answered. "She still wants to meet you and your wife. It's as if she hasn't met you yet." Maximilan said with a chuckle. "Meet? Who? Gina and Ariana?" Gerald asked, confused. "Who else do you think?" Max snorted rudely. "You know, her spy instincts kicked in at that moment. She deliberately made me go to your wife's restaurant, and suddenly she pretended to be sick, forcing us to borrow your wife's private room then." He explained with a
In the evening, Axel came to the penthouse with his nanny and also his personal driver. The couple, Gerald and Ariana, declared that they would stay in the penthouse and would not return to Zeroun's residence until Gerald allowed it. Gerald also hired the services of two completely new house assistants, not people he took from Zeroun's residence. Ariana was initially confused why there was no Vivan or Yosef or other house assistants who had previously worked at Zeroun's residence. However, she didn't dare to ask her husband. Ariana spent her time with Axel. The boy repeatedly asked Ariana if she would leave him again or not, or if Ariana would stay in the apartment and leave him with Gerald or not. Ariana promised Axel while looking at her husband that she would not leave the two of them no matter what happened. It took quite a long time to make Axel believe. The boy's questions had to stop when he fell asleep, of course, with Ariana by his side. Because once again, Axel was afraid A
Ariana hung her head in defeat as she listened to the man's account. Both of them were wrong. Both she and the man were equally wrong. They had been overthinking without allowing fate to answer their questions. Because, in reality, no one knew what would happen afterward. Ariana feared the possibility of making Gerald sad if she didn't survive when their baby was born. Yet, she believed that Gerald would love the baby because it was his flesh and blood. Meanwhile, Gerald feared losing the woman he loved so much, so he chose to erase something that hadn't even happened yet. "I'm sorry," the words finally came out simultaneously from both their mouths. Ariana gazed at Gerald, and he did the same. Gerald moved closer and held his wife's hands in his own. "I know I was wrong. I was too selfish. I love you too much, so I'm afraid of losing you," he said softly. Ariana looked at her hands within his grasp. "I am also at fault. I have been too afraid of myself. I truly feared hearing wh
Gerald chuckled. "We don't know what Axel will be like in the future. He might follow in his father's footsteps. Besides, no one knows how smart he'll be. We need a backup to ensure the Zeroun family survives," the woman replied flatly. Gerald's chuckle turned into a booming laughter that sounded more like mockery than genuine happiness. "So, it's fine for me to lose the woman I love as long as Grandma can secure an heir for this rotten family?" he sneered. "Don't push it, Gerald!" his grandmother snapped, her voice barely contained. The woman clearly stood stiffly before him. Perhaps it was because of Gerald's loud voice, or maybe one of the servants had awakened her. Because now, behind his grandmother, stood another woman who was the second mistress in the Zeroun household. "What's going on here?" Mrs. Isidora asked Gerald with a puzzled look. However, her question was ignored by Gerald and the three others present in the room. "Isn't it enough for all my sacrifices all this
"I won't ask if I already know. I'm not someone who pretends to be foolish," Gerald snapped. "Yes, but it seems like you enjoy pretending to be drunk in front of a woman with a heart condition. Why? To make her anxious and die in front of you?" "He-heart condition?" Gerald stuttered momentarily. "What do you mean by that?" he asked, confused. "Yes. Your wife has a congenital heart disease. She suffers from atrial fibrillation, a condition where the heart beats faster and irregularly," the young doctor explained. "Ho-how is that possible?" Gerald asked, bewildered. "From the patient's history, this happens due to genetic factors," the doctor said again. "History?" Gerald mentioned one word that seemed ambiguous to him. "Yes, Sir. History. Because this is not the first time she has been admitted to this hospital in the same condition," the doctor continued. "The previous patient experienced dizziness, shortness of breath, and chest pain that made her faint. Fortunately, the patien