Sefia was surprised, her eyes widening slightly. “The city of Bandung? That's too much, Kayla. Zavier may be in a slump, but I'm not sure he'll give up so easily,” she replied, her voice containing doubt.
Kayla leaned closer, giving Sefia a sharp look. “You have no other choice. You know what I can do if you try to cancel our deal,” she threatened in a low yet stressful voice.“Isn't the best time to snatch all this away when she's down like this?” Kayla continued with a triumphant smile.Sefia was silent, her face showing inner conflict. She knew Kayla was not someone who was easy to deal with, and her threat was not something to be taken lightly. She took a deep breath, then nodded slowly, resigned.“Alright. All of Zavier's assets in Bandung will be yours,” he said finally, in a tone of voice that sounded weak and defeated.Kayla smiled in satisfaction, feeling that her plan was working perfectly. Cahyo stood in his office space, looking out the window blankly. He knew how difficult this task would be.Kayla was known as an intelligent and cautious woman; seducing her was no easy task. He tried to find the right person to carry out this mission, but every candidate he considered seemed unsuitable or not assertive enough.Hours passed, and Cahyo began to feel the pressure. Sefia's decision made him even more anxious. Finally, he realized that there was no one else he could rely on to carry out this task with the desired effectiveness. There was only one solution left-he had to do it himself.With burning determination, Cahyo decided to contact Kayla directly. He knew that this would be a huge challenge, but he had no other choice. Cahyo prepared himself carefully, arranging words and strategies to confront the Great Mistress Kayla. He felt his heart beat faster as he dialed Kayla's number on his cell phone.Meanwhile, Sefia, who was already satisfied with t
The table was set, with a softly burning candle in the center of the table.During dinner, Cahyo tried to create a warm and friendly atmosphere. He prepared delicious, high-quality dishes, and tried to steer the conversation to topics that would make Kayla feel more relaxed and open.Cahyo explained casually as the dinner seemed more romantic than a business meeting.“We want to develop the property in Bandung into a tourist park with rides and set up several hotels with luxurious facilities. Isn't that a very good idea?”“You can get richer too.”Kayla smiled and stuffed her mouth with tender meat.“So, Mrs. Kayla,” Cahyo began in a soft tone, ”What could make you feel more interested in considering our offer?”Kayla looked at Cahyo with a sharp gaze, “That depends on what offer you have. I want to know how this offer can benefit me.”“From earlier, you only expla
As the two of them stood outside the parking lot, Cahyo felt that his approach today had been quite successful. This moment, though seemingly small, had provided an unexpected emotional closeness. Kayla seemed more relaxed and perhaps a little more open after the incident.“Perhaps it is time to continue our discussion further,” Cahyo said in a gentle, understanding tone.In the moving car. Cahyo deliberately slowed down the car.“If there's anything else you want to talk about or questions that need answering, I'm here to help.”Kayla looked at Cahyo with a softer gaze than before. “All right, Cahyo. I will consider your offer and get back to you in the near future.”Cahyo felt relieved and satisfied with tonight's outcome. Although he initially felt disgusted and uncomfortable, he began to realize that this interaction could be a positive step in achieving his goal.As they parted ways having already rea
Out there, however, a new storm was approaching. Kayla, with her newly acquired assets, started planning her next move. She knew that the game wasn't over yet.She still had bigger plans, plans that could destroy everything if not faced carefully. And he knew that just one wrong move could make everything fall apart.Meanwhile, in the corner of the dark room, Zavier continued to stare out the window blankly.Life may have betrayed him, but in his heart, there was still a little hope left-hope to rediscover the love and trust he lost. However, would it ever happen, or was it just an empty hope in the midst of growing darkness?Zavier slowly stood up on his feet. “My leg is getting better. But what am I looking for?”Zavier was confused as to whether he should go looking for Nayla or accept a life with Sefia.That woman had taken care of him all this time while Nayla only knew how to hurt him.In his mind, Nayla's shadow con
In the dark and quiet night, Fernando carefully guided Joen through the hallways of the house. They moved at a slow pace, avoiding any corners that could potentially be seen by Sefia or Kayla. Fernando had planned everything carefully. He knew when the guards would make their rounds and knew where the hidden places in the house were.When they arrived near their father's room, Fernando whispered to Joen, “Wait here. I'll make sure the way is clear.”Joen nodded and waited with his heart beating fast. A few minutes later, Fernando returned and nodded. “Hurry up, Joen. Now is the time.”Joen carefully opened the door to Zavier's room and stepped inside. The dim light from the bedside lamp made the room look gloomy. Inside, Zavier sat in his wheelchair, his gaze blank, directed at the window. His face looked tired and dull, unlike his father who was always cheerful and full of enthusiasm.“Papa Puzzle...” Joen called out i
Nayla looked at Bram in confusion. “But it's been weeks, Doctor Bram... Why does it feel like there's no improvement at all?”Bram smiled gently, touching Nayla's cheek with his warm palm. “Every wound takes time, Nayla. You have to trust me. I only want the best for you,” he said in a voice full of confidence. “Look, I'm always here, looking after you. I won't let you be in pain.”“Don't tell me that you don't doubt my sincerity?”Hearing that, Nayla lowered her head.Although the man's words sounded caring, there was something in Bram's tone that made Nayla feel uneasy. She felt trapped by Bram's excessive attention, like a bird in a golden cage.Her leg, which was supposed to heal, was becoming more painful every day. Every time the pain came, Bram would come up with drugs that would temporarily relieve the pain, only to have it return within a few hours.He felt like there was no progress a
“Wait!” Nayla pulled his hand away and tried to prevent him from leaving, because she felt guilty, having misunderstood the Doctor who had sincerely cared for her all this time.Doctor Bram grunted, took a deep breath and chose to remain silent.“I'm sorry, I-, I'm not doubting your abilities, Bram. It's just that this is really painful and debilitating for me. I'm afraid I might become paralyzed.”Bram turned his head, seeing Nayla's teary eyes, he immediately grabbed her in a hug and planted a kiss on her thin lips.“N-no, don't!” Nayla tried to resist as Bram's movements grew wilder and he pinned her down on the bed.“No, I...!“I love Zavier!”Nayla's words made Bram stop his movements. He lifted his head from the crook of Nayla's neck and looked at her deeply with a look of disappointment on his face.“If you want my body, then you only get a flavorless body, beca
He pulled back the comfort woman and kissed her again in front of Nayla. “Look, she even rejected me when she was not as beautiful as you. What can one expect from a woman in a wheelchair?”“How arrogant!”In front of Nayla, Bram tore off the entertainer's clothes and crushed her front.Seeing the unseemly scene before her, Nayla once again turned the wheelchair around and pushed it with both hands as hard as she could to leave the living room which was already enveloped in Bram's huge laughter and the giggles of the comfort woman she was fondling.Bam!Nayla closed the door and locked it from the inside. Tears streamed down her cheeks. “I have to get out of here! I have to go back and find Zavier and my son! I have to leave this hellhole without recovering!”Nayla beat her immobilized legs. As a result, she fell out of her wheelchair.Nayla beat her legs in frustration. Her body trembled, tears flo
***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