All Chapters of One Billion Marriage With Mr CEO: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The white wedding dress with a simple model but fantastic value perfectly wrapped Rakia’s body. She looks like a fairy tale princess now. She smiled, seeing her reflection in the mirror wearing her wedding dress in the locker room where she ordered the dress.“Liz, take a picture, please; I’ll send Ben,” Rakia asked, to which Lizzy smiled.“It would be better if it were a surprise for her,” said Lizzy, preparing to take a picture of Rakia on the woman’s cell phone. Rakia posed as well as she could with several poses. After finishing, Rajia sent the photos to Ben via WhatsApp. After trying it on, she removed the dress; the bridal staff who had accompanied her packed it neatly. Rakia asks Lizzy to take her to get the dress because Lizzy has a car.“Have you tried calling Ben?” Lizzy asked as they were on their way home.“Yes, this morning I called, but it didn’t take long because he said he was taking a photo shoot.” Rakia stared at the highway, which was quite congested by vehicles

A spoon tapping gently on the plate’s surface distracted Lizzy from enjoying her breakfast. She turned her gaze to the source of the voice that was right in front of her. Rakia looked glum with a lackluster gesture and just made that noise.“Eat it, Kia,” said Lizzy. Rakia reprimanded, only sighed. A week after the celebration of burning the wedding dress, Rakia entered a confused phase. As a result, it affected all her activities, including her appetite. Lizzy is worried about her best friend’s condition because Rakia has had stomach ulcers since high school.“Later, your ulcer will relapse. Do you want to go to the hospital? It’s not good to eat; it’s not good to sleep?” Lizzy threatens so that Rakia will eat properly. She understands that Rakia’s situation is one of the most challenging things in a woman’s world. When her heart is hurt deep enough, it will directly affect all aspects of her life.“It’s also like being in a hospital; it’s not good to eat, it’s not good to sleep,”

Lizzy helped Rakia fold the clothes still on the bed and then stacked them with Rakia’s other garments in a suitcase lying open near the bed.“You don’t want to come with me to Singapore? Just a week for vacation.” Rakia got out of bed and crouched in front of her suitcase, adjusting the location of her things that didn’t feel right.“I’m busy this month, I have a client website that I have to finish soon. I’ll go there later when you want to get married again.”Rakia frowned as she looked at Lizzy, sitting with her back on the bed.“Excuse me? It’s like I was once married and then divorced,” protested Rakia. Lizzy giggled because Rakia captured her joke.“Are you thinking Is it easy to get married? Look at me, i haved relationship for while and then...just what? Nonsense.” Those were some of the thoughts that Rakia wanted to throw up. Lizzy changed her sitting position, turning her body to face Rakia with her legs dangling over the side of the bed. Her hands rested on the edge of the

Dashtan looked at the surprised Rakia with an amused smile. At the same time, Rakia hastily lowered her head to hide her awkwardness and slight embarrassment. Twice, this strange man before her had offered something that sounded ridiculous when a man like Dashtan said it. Rakia took a deep breath to regain her sanity.“Don’t like to offer things that you can’t live up to in the end. Have you ever been dumped?” asked Rakia with a challenging, severe look. Their orders came and stopped their conversation for a moment. The waiter helps them prepare the BBQ stove.“It must be painful,” said Dashtan when they came back together. Rakia swallowed her bitter saliva.“It felt like I wanted to die,” Rakia said honestly. The aroma of grilled meat covered in spice sauce is delicious. Dashtan moved his cooked meat straight into his mouth using chopsticks. He nodded while chewing, “It’s delicious,” he commented. Rakia also followed Dashtan’s way of eating when the meat was cooked; she also made the

Mrs Adeline welcomed her daughter, who had just arrived, with a warm hug that meant longing. It had been so long since she and her ex-husband divorced, and Rakia chose to live independently in Jakarta. She knows that the divorce hurts the child more or less, but she also doesn’t want to force everything under her control.“Oh, sweetie, it’s been so long. How are you?” she asked her daughter while staring and clasping her hands. Rakia had ordered her not to pick her up, but she insisted. She longs to see that her daughter is so big that she must finish it soon. And here she was, inside the Changi airport building with people milling around.“Physicly I’m okay, but mentally...,” Rakia looked down for a moment to swallow the bitterness that was still so thick clinging to her, “I’m crack,” she admitted as she raised her eyes again to look at her mother. Her mother’s hand reached out to caress a few strands of her dangling hair. Rakia hated that look.“You will come back whole, soon as pos