Cahyo was unable to provide an answer because he truly didn't know. Zavier's suspicion sounded complete and complicated for him to analyze."Speed up this car!" Zavier ordered, starting to panic.The driver nodded and immediately increased the speed of the car. He directed the car towards the hotel mentioned by Cahyo. The speed of the car increased, cutting through the streets that were starting to fill with other vehicles as the rain began to subside. Cahyo's heart was also racing, hoping they wouldn't be late.After several exhausting hours, they finally arrived in Bogor. The city still looked the same as Zavier remembered, with tree-lined streets and air that was fresher compared to Jakarta. However, there was no time for nostalgia. He immediately headed to the hotel where Nayla might be trapped, hoping he could find her before something bad happened.When they arrived at the hotel, Zavier's drive
Nayla looked at him with hatred. "What do you want, Smith?"Mr. Smith just chuckled softly. "You know what I want." You. And I will get you, no matter what it takes.Nayla felt both angry and scared at the same time. She knew that Smith wouldn't stop until he got what he wanted. "You will never get me, Smith," Nayla said firmly.Smith approached and sat at the edge of the bed. "We'll see later," he said while stroking Nayla's hair. "I have all the time in the world."Nayla tried to fight back, but her body was still too weak. She could only stare at Smith with hatred, hoping for a miracle that could save her.Meanwhile, Zavier continues to search for clues at the hotel. He spoke with several staff members, but none provided any useful information. Her heart grew more anxious, but she would not give up.Then, a little girl approached him with a basket of flowe
Zavier nodded, feeling a deep love for the woman in front of him. "I want the same thing too, Nayla." I want us to go back to how we used to be, even better. We will get through this together," he replied with full confidence.Nayla smiled, feeling a little stronger with Zavier's presence by her side. "Zavier, take me away from here." I want to feel safe with you," she said in a still weak voice.Zavier nodded and carefully laid Nayla down on the bed. They had arrived at the room that Zavier had booked.The servant immediately bowed and walked away, leaving the person behind."Now go to sleep." We will leave here tomorrow morning, Nayla. "I will take you to a safe place," he promised while gently wrapping Nayla's body.Nayla looked at Zavier with eyes full of love. "Zavier, please don't go." "Stay here with me," she pleaded in a voice that was almost a whisper.
Nayla nodded and let herself sink into Zavier's embrace. They both lay on the bed, feeling the warmth and peace that had long been lost.As they hugged, Nayla felt an incredible sense of security. She knew that Zavier truly loved her and would do anything to protect her. "I feel lucky to have you, Zavier," she whispered softly.Zavier smiled and kissed Nayla's forehead once again. "And I feel very lucky to have you, Nayla." You are everything to me," he replied lovingly.They both fell asleep again in each other's embrace, enjoying a moment of intimacy filled with love and peace. As the sun rose higher in the sky, they knew that their journey was still long and full of challenges, but with their strong love, they were confident they could overcome everything together.Nayla felt Zavier's love so deeply, and she knew that no matter what happened, they would always have each other. That morning, they b
Nayla looked at Zavier with eyes full of love. "And I want to bear a child for you, Zav ... I want to be by your side, living each day with love and happiness." Being with you is my greatest dream," she replied with an emotional voice.They both lay down together again, enjoying the warmth of love flowing between them. The future may be full of uncertainty, but one thing is certain: their love will always be the guiding force for them.***In a filthy and forgotten corner of the city, a stray dog barks while rummaging through a towering pile of garbage. The foul smell stings the nose, and flies buzz around it.Amidst the disgusting pile of trash, the body of a man, barely recognizable, lay sprawled. His clothes were tattered, his face was full of wounds, and his body was dirty and bruised. The man is 'Smith'.Smith slowly opened his eyes, feeling an excruciating pain all over his body. His head throbbed pai
Chapter 151. The Agreement with MichaelTime passed slowly, and although Smith did not get a clear answer, he felt a little more at peace. The police officer approached him again and handed him a bowl of warm soup. "Eat." "You need to replenish your energy," said the officer gently.Smith received the bowl with gratitude. "Thank you," he said with a stronger voice. He knew that the journey to discover who he was and what had happened was still long, but he would not give up. The names continued to echo in his head, becoming the only clue in the labyrinth of his confusion."This is a set of clothes for you, you can clean yourself in the bathroom and come back refreshed." "You look a bit dirty and here is some wound ointment, you can apply it to your bruised body," said the officer while handing over a set of uniforms usually worn by cleaning staff.Smith received the medicine and the clothes; he could guess that they were clothes for a street sweeper, even though the clothes didn't loo
They signed the document, sealing the deal that would change Michael's life forever. Cahyo then contacted the legal team to arrange the bail payment, ensuring everything went according to plan.Meanwhile, inside the hotel, Zavier had just finished pampering Nayla with a bath together. Zavier carried his wife's body and laid her on the bed with great tenderness."Take a short nap, I'll call you when it's time to eat," said Zavier, then gave Nayla a kiss on the forehead, who looked tired after serving Zavier repeatedly.Suddenly, Zavier's phone rang. He looked at the screen and immediately answered the call from Cahyo. "Yes, Cahyo." How did it turn out?" he asked.Mr. Zavier, everything is settled. The bail has been paid, and Michael's family has agreed to take him abroad. He will not bother Mrs. Nayla anymore," reported Cahyo.A faint smile appeared on Zavier's face as he watched
Zavier felt his heart racing. He immediately ran towards the ICU room, with Nayla following behind him. Outside the ICU room, Zavier saw his stepmother, Kayla, sitting casually playing with her phone as if nothing had happened."What happened?" Zavier's voice startled Kayla, who immediately put her phone into the tote bag she was carrying."Zavier, Nayla," called Kayla hoarsely as she saw them coming. "Your father... he is very weak."Zavier avoided Kayla when she was trying to hug him as if she wanted to give him strength.Seeing such a clumsy attitude, Nayla immediately said, "he will be fine, Kayla." "Dad is a fighter," she said, even though her own heart was filled with anxiety.Nayla approached Kayla and tried to hold her hand. "We're here now, we'll get through this together," she said with a voice full of sincerity.As expected, Kayla immediately brush
***Happy ending***Zavier smiled coldly, his gaze calculating. “They conspired,” he replied in a low but firm tone. “They stole Nayla's identity and made my wife suffer through memory loss. They played with her life, erasing the precious memories we once had. If they think they can get away with it, they're sadly mistaken.”His assistant remained calm on the other end of the line, waiting for further instructions. “What is your plan, sir?”Zavier stared far ahead, his eyes filled with determination. “Reclaim her face,” he said meaningfully, ”and let the fake forget her memory. Make her feel what Nayla experienced. If they dare to take my wife's life, then I will take back what they stole. The face they created, the memories they formed... let it all crumble and perish.”His assistant nodded on the other end of the line, understanding what Zavier meant. “Yes, sir. I will arrange everything.
Sefia gasped and turned her head quickly, her eyes showing obvious shock. “Oh, Zavier... I just... had some sudden business,” she stammered. “You don't need to worry. It's just a short meeting.”However, Zavier did not simply believe her. There was something in the woman's demeanor that made him suspicious, and his desire to find out more surfaced strongly.Without saying anything else, he let Sefia go first, but not long after, Zavier got into his car and started following behind.Zavier kept his distance, making sure that Sefia did not notice his presence. He drove slowly, following Sefia's car carefully. Every turn the woman took further emphasized Zavier's suspicions. “What is she really hiding?” he muttered to himself.“She doesn't look like the Nayla that belongs to me, her eyes, her voice are different, and her height. Why did I never realize that?&rdq
“Sara, a-I'll give you an extra fee... for... for what happened last night.”Hearing that, Sara's eyes rounded and a pile of tears began to gather rapidly.Those words pierced Sara's heart. It was as if everything that happened between them was just a transaction, not something that had meaning.Her face that had been full of love turned into unbearable anger. “Pay?” she snarled in a sharp voice, her eyes looking at Bram with disappointment.“So, you think I'm just a servant who can be bought? What happened last night is just something you can pay me to erase?”Bram was silent, not expecting Sara's reaction to be that harsh. He opened his mouth, trying to find words to defuse the situation, but Sara continued before he could speak.“I'm not something you can bargain with, honorable Mr. Bram! Whatever happened last nig
His ears seemed to be deaf to the words Sara threw out. To him, in that drunken state, Sara was Nayla coming back to him, and this was a chance to embrace the woman he had been longing for.“Don't leave again, Nayla... please...” she whispered desperately, holding Sara's body on the bed. Tearing off the clothes she was wearing and starting to nuzzle Sara's slender neck.Sara tried to push Bram away, trying to snap him out of his drunken stupor. “Mr. Bram, this is not Nayla! You're drunk! Let go of me!” she said in a loud and trembling voice. However, her efforts were not strong enough to sober Bram up.Feelings of fear and confusion mixed in Sara's mind. She knew that this man was obsessed with Nayla, but she never expected to be in this situation.In a last ditch effort, she gathered all the strength she had and managed to break free from Bram's grip, roll off the bed, and escape out of the room as quickly as possible, leaving Bra
Nadia's face-or Nayla, as it often crossed his mind-was so similar to the one he remembered as the wife he loved. Not just in terms of physical appearance, but also in the way she spoke, her gentle smile, and the way she looked at Zavier as if recognizing the deepest part of his soul. Every glance, every body movement, felt like an inexplicable déjà vu.Her lips and her kiss.However, the woman now in his home-who he had always believed to be Nayla-felt different.It was as if something was missing, something unseen but felt. Her gaze was empty and distant, her touch no longer providing the warmth they once shared.“Have I been blinded by my desperation to get my wife back? Is that woman really Nayla?” Zavier thought.Zavier clasped his head with both hands, trying to calm the turmoil of his feelings. If this Nadia was the real Nayla, then who was the wo
Zavier immediately turned to Nayla, who was now sitting upright on the sofa with her hair tousled and her eyes half open. He knew that the situation could get ugly if he didn't get things under control soon.“Nayla, calm down,” he said in a soothing tone on his cell phone. “I'm helping someone who needs help. There's nothing for you to worry about.”However, those words were not enough to calm Sefia down. “Helping someone? In the middle of the night like this? And that woman's voice, why is she with you?” Sefia was getting more and more agitated, her voice portraying a burning anger and jealousy.Zavier let out a long breath, realizing that a simple explanation would not be enough to ease the anger of the woman who claimed to be his wife.“Nadia is facing a complicated situation, and I can't just leave her. Believe me, I didn't do anything wrong,” she r
Zavier looked at her deeply, as if trying to find the answer behind Nadia's eyes. “Maybe there's something in you that's more than just a similar face to Nayla. Maybe, somehow, we once had more of a connection than we realized.”“Or... are you the real Nayla?” asked Zavier, but the question was more to himself as Nadia just looked at him with a sad face.They sat in silence for a while, enjoying the warmth that still remained from that moment. Although there was a lot of confusion and questions still hanging in the air, both of them felt a strange but real bond, as if fate had brought them back together after a long time apart.The rain began to fall heavily outside, droplets soaking the windows and a soft, soothing rhythm could be heard.Zavier looked out for a moment before turning back to Nayla. Without saying much, he led her to the living room. They walked slowly, feeling the silence filled only by the sound of the rain drippi
Zavier took another step towards Nayla and said, “You rest inside and I'll take Joen home first. After that, I'll come and bring some food for you, okay?”Nayla nodded obediently and gave a warm smile and waved goodbye to Joen.They got back into the car, and Zavier drove Joen home.Along the way, his mind was spinning, thinking of the steps to take. Who exactly was the woman he brought to the empty house? Was she really the real Nayla, or just the result of Bram's crazy obsession with creating a clone?The questions kept swirling in his mind, and Zavier knew that the answers he would find might change everything.After ensuring Joen's safe return, Zavier quickly returned to the empty house. He had to talk to the woman, find out who she really was, and what was really going on. In his heart, Zavier hoped that the truth, no matter how hard it was, would come out so that everyone involved could find the peace that had been taken from thei
Having run out of steam to vent his anger, Bram shuffled towards his room. The door slammed loudly behind him, signaling that he didn't want to be disturbed.Sara stood at the door, while several servants began to organize to clean up the broken glass scattered in the living room.Moments later, there was the sound of a bottle being opened and the smell of alcohol spreading from behind the door. Bram took a rough swig of liquor, trying to shake off the deep frustration and emptiness.He felt like he had done everything-transforming Sefia into Nayla's likeness, and thinking he could slowly possess Nayla-but in reality, the real Nayla still eluded him.In that dark room, Bram felt completely defeated. No matter how much he tried to control the situation, reality always made him feel like he was chasing a shadow that he could never reach.The man occasionally shouted, startling Sara. However, the woman remained faithful and behind the door of the room