Nayla tried to resist, but Michael quickly lifted her up and carried her into the room.
Roughly, Nayla was thrown onto the bed and Michael took off his own shirt, “It was supposed to be you that night, Nayla. I wanted you so much.”
“But, Michael, I'm in the middle of something, it's sal-”
“Hmmmpt! Hmmmpt!”
Nayla's shirt was rudely ripped off, and Michael was sober. There was no drink that he had consumed. The man was in the mood to possess Nayla completely.
“Let go, Michael!”
Plak!
Plak! Plak!
“Aargh!”
Joen, who had just heard the sound of his mother struggling in the next room, felt that something was wrong. With worry in his eyes, Joen quickly picked up his mother's cell phone that was placed on the table and searched for Zavier's name and pressed the green button to call Zavier, hoping that Uncle Puzzle could help his mother.
“Uncle Puzzle, Uncle
“My one message, this man, will hurt you again. At that time, I probably won't be there to protect you like I've foolishly done for the past six years.”“Yuck!” Michael threw his saliva mixed with dar*h onto the floor.Nayla looked at Michael with tear-filled eyes, feeling devastated by the situation. “Michael, I... I just want you to be happy, but I also have to protect Joen and myself.”Michael nodded and stepped out of the room. Once he was out of the house, Zavier closed the bedroom door gently and turned to Nayla. “Are you alright?”Nayla nodded, although her face looked scarred and inert. “Yes, I'm fine. But this is all very difficult.”Zavier approached Nayla and hugged her gently, trying to give her the support she needed. “I will always be here for you. We'll get through this together.”Zavier felt angry, because in the past, even though he had forced Nayla into
“Please, Michael,” Nadira cut in with a soft yet hopeful voice.“I know this may sound crazy, but this is the only wish I have. I want to leave this world with the feeling that I have loved and been loved.”Michael felt his heart breaking. He knew that he could not fulfill Nadira's request wholeheartedly because his love was still for Nayla. However, he did not want to disappoint Nadira in her last moments of life. With a heavy heart, she decided to give her answer.“All right, Nadira,” Michael said in a voice full of sadness. “If that's what you want, I'll do it. I will marry you.”Nadira smiled weakly, feeling a little peace in the midst of the pain she was experiencing. “Thank you, Michael. It means a lot to me.”Michael hugged Nadira gently, trying to give her some comfort in the midst of her pain. He knew that this decision would be painful and confusing, but he also felt that he had
Zavier's words echoed in Nayla's ears, hitting her like an unexpected storm. Her entire body froze, and her eyes widened in disbelief. “How... how did you know?” she whispered in an almost inaudible voice.Zavier looked down, as if trying to contain his own emotions. “I got a lead from the DNA lab. Ever since Fernando and Joen's traits have been swirling around in my head, I've felt that something wasn't right. A lot of things didn't make sense, and I finally decided to find out for myself. After I dug deeper, I found out that Joen's DNA report had been manipulated. Actually, Joen's DNA matches with you and with me, not with whoever has been mentioned so far.”Nayla felt her whole body weaken, as if the world around her was beginning to collapse. All the secrets she had been hiding so tightly were suddenly revealed, and the fear she had been harboring flowed freely, making her feel completely helpless. “But... but, Zavier... that report...
Zavier nodded slowly and embraced Nayla in a hug, as if to emphasize that together, they would fight to protect Joen, to ensure that the boy did not have to suffer any more than he already had.After a few moments of silence, Nayla finally spoke up, her voice still sounding hoarse from crying. “Thank you, Zavier. I... I really appreciate what you did. I don't know what's going to happen next, but I'll do my best for Joen. I can't change the past, but I can try to make a better future for him.”Zavier smiled gently, looking at Nayla with confidence. “We will make a better future for him, Nayla. And not just for Joen, but for all of us. We've been through a lot, and now it's time to rebuild, with a foundation of truth and love.”“I still love you. Nayla.”Nayla felt the warmth in Zavier's words. Slowly, she began to feel stronger, more confident that with Zavier, she could face whatever was to come. With a lighter heart,
Zavier nodded and followed the doctor to the donor room, while Nayla stood there, feeling torn between hope and fear. She knew that Joen's life now depended on how quickly and how strongly they could act.Nayla followed them with hesitant steps, her heart filled with unspoken prayers, hoping that Zavier's actions would succeed in saving Joen. Although fear and anxiety continued to haunt her, Nayla could not ignore the warm feelings that welled up within her at the sight of Zavier sacrificing for their son. After all, a father's immense love for his son was now apparent before her eyes.How could she resist Zavier?In the donor room, Zavier sat quietly despite the exhaustion evident on his face. As the needle began to pierce his skin, he just stared straight ahead, focusing on one thing: saving Joen. While his blood flowed into the bag, Nayla stood at the door, watching with a torn heart.Zavier was trying hard to stay conscious, even though dizziness was
The doctor who had just come out reacted immediately, checking Zavier's condition quickly. His face turned serious when he realized that Zavier had fainted, most likely due to the brain injury he had suffered in the past“We need a stretcher here, now!” the doctor ordered the medical staff who immediately came running.Nayla felt a completely different kind of panic than she had before. If she was worried about Joen's condition earlier, now the anxiety was turning to Zavier. “What happened to him, Doctor? Is he going to be okay?”The doctor remained calm despite the gravity of the situation. “In the past few days, Mr. Zavier has been undergoing treatment for symptoms of a brain injury that began to recur due to fatigue and a lack of care for his health.“Brain injury? In the past?” asked Nayla frantically, she was reminded of their past where she took care of the comatose Zavier.“Zavier did have a fa
Her heart ached for the fate that reunited them, but at the same time, Zavier was going into a coma and she had to take care of the man who held a place in her heart.A few days after their meeting at the hospital, Nadira and Michael's wedding preparations began. The process was very limited, involving only their immediate family and a few close friends. Michael was distressed and torn between his love for Nayla and his responsibility towards Nadira.Nayla found out about the upcoming marriage between Michael and Nadira. Although she was devastated and confused, she tried to be mature and supportive of Michael's decision. She felt that this was a part of her life that she had to accept, even though her heart ached.At least Michael was responsible for his sister's honor, which had been taken away from him for whatever reason.However, Nayla was surprised that the wedding would take place in the same hospital where Joen and Zavier were being treated. Only
The wedding day finally arrived, and it was a sad and sorrowful affair. Michael felt his heart break at the sight of Nadira, who seemed to be getting weaker and weaker, wearing a wedding dress. Although he tried to smile, he couldn't help but feel a deep sense of guilt and sorrow.Nadira wore a simple-looking white dress with just enough makeup to keep her face from looking pale. She was confined to a wheelchair with an IV needle in her hand.As the wedding ceremony began, Michael stood beside Nadira with mixed feelings. He recalled all the good memories he had with Nayla and realized how difficult this situation was. Although he knew that this marriage was his form of responsibility towards Nadira, his heart was still there for Nayla.How much he wanted to marry Nayla and that desire had been there since they were children.Michael turned to Nadira and saw the smile on his future wife's face. Nadira was no less beautiful than Nayla, the only difference b
***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