Novel-novel oleh Gafa author

The wedding cheers still echoed through the hall as Leviana and Marceline took a deep breath in the corner of the room. “This is our chance,” Leviana whispered, her eyes fixed on Arga and Deviana, who were still smiling at the stage.Marceline nodded, opening a tablet displaying a list of VIP guests and media. “We’ll create a scandal in front of them all. Cameras ready, reporters prepared. This time, there’s no way for them to escape,” she said, her eyes shining as she looked at Leviana.Meanwhile, Deviana and Arga were chatting with family and guests, laughing lightly. Deviana glanced around, feeling relieved to see everyone enjoying the moment. “Arga, I’m glad everything has gone smoothly so far,” she whispered.Arga looked at her with confidence. “And it will stay that way. Don’t worry, Deviana. We focus on us, not them.”Unbeknownst to them, Leviana had positioned several freelance reporters disguised as guests to record every move. Marceline held a phone button linked to a small

The wedding cheers still echoed through the hall as Leviana and Marceline took a deep breath in the corner of the room. “This is our chance,” Leviana whispered, her eyes fixed on Arga and Deviana, who were still smiling at the stage.Marceline nodded, opening a tablet displaying a list of VIP guests and media. “We’ll create a scandal in front of them all. Cameras ready, reporters prepared. This time, there’s no way for them to escape,” she said, her eyes shining as she looked at Leviana.Meanwhile, Deviana and Arga were chatting with family and guests, laughing lightly. Deviana glanced around, feeling relieved to see everyone enjoying the moment. “Arga, I’m glad everything has gone smoothly so far,” she whispered.Arga looked at her with confidence. “And it will stay that way. Don’t worry, Deviana. We focus on us, not them.”Unbeknownst to them, Leviana had positioned several freelance reporters disguised as guests to record every move. Marceline held a phone button linked to a small

Guests began cheering as Deviana and Arga walked down the aisle toward the stage, but from behind the decorations and corners of the room, Leviana and Marceline were watching with a new plan. Leviana’s eyes locked on Arga from a distance, her lips curling into a thin smile. “This time, we’ll lure them in front of everyone,” she murmured.Marceline nodded, holding a tablet displaying several reporters and freelance photographers. “We need footage that looks real, something that makes everyone question Deviana and Arga’s relationship,” she said.Meanwhile, Deviana suddenly felt a surge of tension. “Arga, I feel like they’re planning something,” she whispered, scanning the room.Arga held her hand, looking into her eyes firmly. “I know. But we have to stay calm. Don’t give them a chance.”Leviana moved swiftly, positioning a hired photographer near a guest table. With a subtle motion, the photographer captured Deviana and Arga as if they were being overly intimate among other guests, the

The wedding hall was filled with guests, crystal chandeliers reflecting warm light across the room. Deviana walked beside Arga, both dressed elegantly, her face still tense though she tried to smile.“Are you sure everything is ready, Arga?” Deviana asked softly, her eyes scanning the guests who were starting to arrive.“Everything is arranged. We just need to enjoy this moment,” Arga replied, holding Deviana’s hand to reassure her.Meanwhile, behind the entrance, Leviana and Marceline monitored the crowd through tablets. They watched the guests’ faces, counting who could be used as pawns. Leviana smirked slyly. “It’s time to create a little surprise. Let’s start with the guest closest to the media. Let’s see their reaction.”Marceline nodded. “Every camera we set up will capture the commotion. Everything will look like Deviana’s fault. She won’t know what hit her.”Elsewhere, a freelance photographer separated from the crowd, capturing shots of Deviana and Arga’s anxious expressions,

Deviana and Arga were walking down the corridors of the venue, inspecting every corner of the wedding preparations. Deviana’s eyes scanned the surroundings warily, aware that Leviana and Marceline’s spies might be watching from afar.“Arga, see? Every corner is neat. But I feel something’s wrong,” Deviana said, gripping the back of a chair, her eyes following everyone who passed by.Arga turned, squinting. “Who are you suspicious of now?”“Something’s off. I’m certain Leviana and Marceline are planning to ruin our moment. Just look—some of the guests they sent seem way too curious,” Deviana replied, her tone firm but low.Suddenly, a woman with a small camera approached, smiling sweetly. “Excuse me, may I take some photos of the preparations?”Deviana stared sharply. “Who sent you? Which media are you from?”The woman hesitated for a moment, smiling. “Oh, just an invitation from a guest. Nothing specific. I just want to capture some fun moments,” she said, beginning to take photos, bu

Deviana stood in the middle of the wedding hall, which was gradually filling with guests, her face still slightly tense after the chaos with the decorations and catering. She held Arga’s hand, trying both to calm herself and to soothe the anxious man beside her.“Arga, take a deep breath. Everything will be fine. I’ve made sure everything is back in order,” Deviana said, gently patting his shoulder.Arga glanced around, his eyes revealing lingering doubts. “I hope you’re right, Deviana. I just… I’m afraid something might happen again before this wedding.”Deviana gave a faint smile, but her eyes sharply scanned a few guests who had begun whispering. Some were taking photos, while others focused on the catering tables that had briefly been in disarray. She knew gossip could start spreading from here.Meanwhile, some invited influencers and journalists began noting every detail for their coverage. One influencer photographed a slightly crooked flower arrangement, highlighting Arga’s ten

That morning in Paris, the sky was a pale blue. The sunlight filtered through the windows of Evelyn’s new gallery, softly reflecting off the glass walls and light gray marble. The sound of footsteps echoed quietly through the rooms, now filled with works of art, most of them centered around the theme of "the journey home"—to oneself, to hope, to the courage to love.Evelyn stood in the center of the main exhibition hall. A simple white dress wrapped her body, her hair casually pinned up. She stared at one of the large pieces she had titled "The Step Home", an abstract painting of textures made from layers of earth, water, and fragments of dark blue that evaporated into light."Why has your work become softer lately?" a voice came from behind.Evelyn turned and smiled. William stood there, wearing a light gray suit and a thin scarf around his neck."Because I've finally stopped painting from the wounds," Evelyn replied quietly. "I’ve started painting from peace."William walked closer

"This chair is still about to break," William muttered, tapping the creaky wooden armrest.Evelyn chuckled softly, sitting beside him on the balcony of their old apartment, now empty. The only light came from the moon filtering through the open curtains, casting a gentle glow on the dusty floor and peeling walls."I always loved sitting here," Evelyn said as she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, the wind gently brushing past them. "Back then, whenever the world felt too heavy, this balcony became our quiet escape."William glanced at her."And sometimes the place where we argued too.""Especially when you claimed your espresso was better than my tea," Evelyn replied with a teasing smile.The Parisian night air was soft, carrying the scent of recent rain. In the distance, the city traffic hummed like a lullaby. Above them, a rare spread of stars glimmered faintly—seldom seen in the city, but tonight it felt as if the universe itself had made room.The apartment was being cl

"Are you sure you want to use this color?" Evelyn pointed at the half-finished painting displayed in the center of the gallery. Faded blue and muted gold stood out among the otherwise warm palette.William, holding a brush, turned and raised an eyebrow."Blue is the wound. Gold is the healing. We're talking about reconstruction, aren’t we? We have to be brave enough to place the wound at the center."Evelyn paused for a moment, then nodded."You're right. You’ve finally learned art well."William gave a crooked smile."I learned from the best."They were inside a contemporary art hall on the outskirts of Paris, the venue for a charity exhibition titled “Reconstruction and Forgiveness.” The event was initiated by an international art foundation to raise funds for a floating gallery for victims of natural disasters. Evelyn had been appointed as creative director—and, surprisingly, she suggested William’s name as co-curator.Though many were shocked by their collaboration, no one could d

"I want you to hear this not as someone who loves me, but as someone I once hurt," Evelyn said quietly, her eyes fixed on the cup of tea cooling in front of her.They were sitting in a small garden behind the gallery where they'd spent the afternoon. The Paris air was overcast but warm, as if the city itself understood that this conversation wasn’t an ordinary one. Sparrows flew low between the trees, and the wind carried whispers that sounded almost like prayers.William simply nodded, giving space. No pressure. No interruptions."I once chose to walk away... not because I didn’t love you. But because I thought loving meant letting go," Evelyn continued, her raspy voice nearly swallowed by the breeze. "And when Haruki came along, I didn’t know whether I was trying to heal… or just erase your traces."William watched her silently. There was no anger, only a sadness long settled—like ripples on a lake long after the stone has sunk."I’ll never forgive myself for letting Haruki get so c

"You're still walking too fast," William muttered, half-jogging to catch up with Evelyn along the narrow sidewalk.Evelyn turned her head, half-smiling. "You were the one who invited me, and now you're falling behind."The Parisian sky that afternoon was gray but dry. A cool breeze slipped through the falling leaves. They stopped in front of an old building with large windows and a classic wooden door.Evelyn paused, her gaze falling on the small sign above the door: Galerie Lumière."This place..." she whispered, the words catching on a memory that pressed sharply against her chest.William nodded. "My first exhibition. And… the first time I realized that art means nothing if I can't share it with someone."Evelyn stepped inside slowly. The gallery was quiet, filled only with the soft sounds of shoes against wooden floors and the glow of warm hanging lights.There were no visitors. William had arranged for a private viewing, just for the two of them.On the walls hung photos from yea

“The direction to the exhibition earlier… we passed this street, right?”William’s voice held a trace of uncertainty as they walked along a narrow cobblestone path on the outskirts of Paris. The rain was light, not heavy, but enough to overwhelm Evelyn’s small umbrella as droplets began to slip through her hair and the edge of her jacket.Evelyn sighed, glancing around. No taxis. No phone signal.“We’re… lost, aren’t we?” she asked calmly, though her tone carried a hint of tired laughter.William turned to her and chuckled. “Lost—in the most literal and cinematic sense.”The rain fell harder. The narrow street shimmered, and the old hanging lamps between buildings cast shadows that made the scene feel like a noir film—unscripted, moody, real.Evelyn moved closer, trying to fit under William’s umbrella as hers had already been ruined by the wind.“Do you still wander aimlessly like this?” she asked, eyes on the wet stones beneath their feet.William took a beat before replying, “No. Th

“Dad…?”The small voice came from behind him, barely louder than a whisper.Liam froze.He had been sitting on the edge of the couch since dawn, elbows resting on his knees, hands clasped so tightly his knuckles had turned white. He hadn’t slept. The night had stretched endlessly, filled with the echo of Elara’s words and the empty space beside him that felt far louder than any argument.He turned slowly.Devano stood in the hallway, clutching his stuffed dinosaur to his chest. His hair was messy from sleep, eyes rimmed with red, as if he’d been crying quietly on his own.Liam’s chest constricted.“Hey, buddy,” Liam said softly, forcing a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Why are you up so early?”Devano didn’t answer right away. He padded across the room, bare feet silent on the floor, and stopped right in front of Liam.Then, without warning, he stepped forward and wrapped his small arms around Liam’s waist.The contact hit Liam harder than any accusation ever could.Liam sucked in

Elara locked the bathroom door behind her and slid down against it, her knees folding beneath her weight.The moment the latch clicked, the composure she had been forcing all evening shattered.Her hands trembled as she pressed her palms to her mouth, but the sob still escaped—raw, broken, unstoppable. She bent forward, forehead resting against her knees, shoulders shaking violently. The mirror reflected a woman she barely recognized anymore: eyes swollen, skin pale, lips bitten until they bled.She was so tired.Tired of explaining herself.Tired of being misunderstood.Tired of loving someone who seemed to hurt her without even realizing it.She cried silently at first, afraid the children might hear. But the grief inside her was too heavy to be contained. It poured out in shaking breaths, in gasps that scraped her chest, in tears that soaked into the fabric of her sweater.Why does loving him still hurt this much?The question echoed over and over in her mind.She had told herself

Liam didn’t sleep that night.He lay on the edge of the bed, staring at the ceiling as if answers might be written there. Elara’s words replayed in his mind—I met Adrian today. The calm way she’d said it, the honesty, the restraint. It should have eased him.Instead, it lit a fire he couldn’t put out.He told himself he wasn’t angry at Elara. He told himself this was about fear, about the past, about everything they’d lost and were still trying to rebuild. But jealousy has a way of disguising itself as righteousness, and by morning, the knot in his chest had hardened into rage.He rose early, showered in silence, dressed with sharp movements. When he entered the kitchen, Elara was already there, packing lunches for the children. The domestic normalcy only made his thoughts louder.“Morning,” she said quietly, without looking up.“Morning,” he replied, too quickly.The word hung between them like a lie.Devano shuffled in, rubbing his eyes, followed by Dirga. Leviana trailed behind, cl

Elara left the house just after sunrise.She told the children she needed to buy groceries, her voice calm enough to pass as normal. Devano watched her closely but didn’t question it. He had learned, too early, that sometimes adults needed silence more than answers.The air outside was cool, carrying the faint scent of wet pavement from the night before. Elara walked without direction for several minutes, her coat wrapped tightly around her body as if it could hold her together.She didn’t know where she was going.She only knew she couldn’t stay.Every corner of the house reminded her of the tension—Liam’s sleepless eyes, the untouched coffee, the space between words that used to come easily. She felt like a guest in her own life.Her phone vibrated softly in her pocket.She stopped walking.Adrian.She hesitated before answering, staring at his name on the screen as if it might burn her fingers.Finally, she picked up.“Good morning,” Adrian’s voice came gently, careful, as if he al

The night felt unbearably long.Liam lay on the edge of the bed, staring at the open doorway of the bedroom that no longer felt like theirs. The sheets beside him were untouched—cold, flat, empty. Elara hadn’t come back after the argument. He knew she wouldn’t.He didn’t blame her.Every sound in the house felt amplified: the faint hum of the refrigerator, the ticking clock in the hallway, the occasional creak of wood as the house settled into sleep. Each noise reminded him of how awake he was—how alone.Liam turned onto his back and pressed his forearm over his eyes.He kept replaying her voice.Stop blaming me for everything.He had heard anger before. He had heard disappointment. But that scream—raw and desperate—was something else entirely. It wasn’t meant to hurt him. It was a cry from someone who had been holding too much inside for far too long.And he had been the one pushing.He sat up slowly and swung his legs over the bed. The room smelled faintly of Elara—her soap, her hai

The house felt too small.The walls seemed closer than usual, the air thick with words left unsaid. Liam stood in the kitchen long after the porch light went dark, his hands gripping the edge of the counter as if it were the only thing keeping him upright.He could still hear Elara’s voice in his head.Good night, Liam.Not angry.Not cruel.Just… tired.That frightened him more than her anger ever could.He didn’t sleep.When dawn broke, pale and gray, Liam was still sitting at the table, staring at nothing. He barely noticed Elara enter the kitchen. Her hair was loosely tied, dark circles under her eyes. She moved quietly, carefully, as if every step might trigger another explosion.She reached for a glass.Liam turned his head. “Elara.”She paused. Didn’t look at him. “What?”His voice was hoarse. “We need to talk.”She closed her eyes for a moment, then nodded once. “Fine.”The single word carried a weight that made his chest ache.They sat across from each other, the table betwee

The argument began without a clear beginning.It started as tension—thick, unspoken, coiled tight between them the moment Ethan stepped into Alyssa’s office. The air itself felt sharp, as if every breath could cut. Alyssa didn’t look up from the documents spread across her desk, but she felt him there. His presence had always had weight. Tonight, it carried fire.“You went behind my back again,” Ethan said.Alyssa’s pen did not pause. “You walked into my office uninvited. Again.”He shut the door harder than necessary. The sound echoed, sealing them inside a room already suffocating with things unsaid. “You froze Davin’s acquisition without looping me in. Do you have any idea what that does to the board? To me?”She finally lifted her gaze. Calm. Cold. Controlled. “It buys us time. If you’re worried about your reputation, you should be thanking me.”“That’s not what this is about,” he snapped. “You’re making unilateral moves that paint a target on your back.”“And you’re angry,” Alyss

The first thing Alyssa did was stop reacting.No more emotional responses. No more rushing into rooms with her heart pounding faster than her strategy. Davin thrived on chaos—on watching people stumble, collide, destroy each other for him. If she wanted to stop him, she had to become something colder than his expectations.She locked herself in the legal war room just after midnight.The glass walls reflected her figure endlessly—sharp silhouette, eyes focused, posture unyielding. The city outside was quiet, but inside her mind, every document, every clause, every loophole screamed for attention.Davin’s acquisition plan was elegant. Brutal. Nearly untouchable.Nearly.Alyssa spread the files across the table: shareholder agreements, offshore holding structures, cross-border acquisition rules, regulatory filings disguised as routine transfers. Davin hadn’t broken the law directly. He had bent it until it begged.But the law had one weakness Davin hadn’t accounted for.Intent.“You hid

Rafael had always believed he understood danger.He had walked into hostile boardrooms with nothing but a smile and a threat hidden behind his eyes. He had signed contracts that ruined lives and watched men twice his age crumble under pressure. He had loved people capable of destroying him—and stayed anyway.But none of that prepared him for the moment he realized Davin Liang had been watching him all along.It happened quietly.No dramatic chase. No alarms. No raised voices.Just a closed door.Rafael had followed a lead he shouldn’t have—one of Davin’s shell companies hidden behind a harmless name. The building was empty at night, its glass corridors reflecting his own silhouette as he moved deeper inside. He had just accessed the internal server when the lights snapped on all at once.“Impressive,” a calm voice said behind him. “But sloppy.”Rafael turned slowly.Davin stood near the door, hands clasped behind his back, his expression unreadable. Two men flanked him—security, not b

The ballroom of the Meridian Crown Hotel glittered like a jewel cut too sharply to be trusted.Crystal chandeliers rained light over silk gowns and tailored suits, each reflection hiding a calculation, each smile carefully measured. Music flowed softly, elegant enough to mask whispered threats and fragile alliances. Tonight’s international corporate gala was billed as a celebration of global cooperation—but everyone who mattered knew it was a battlefield dressed in gold.Alyssa stepped inside with her spine straight and her expression serene.She wore a midnight-blue gown, deceptively simple, the kind that didn’t demand attention but commanded it. Her hair was swept back, exposing her neck—bare, vulnerable, deliberate. To the watching eye, she looked composed. To those who truly knew her, she looked armed.Ethan arrived moments later, flanked by board members and foreign investors. He didn’t walk beside Alyssa, not after their unresolved tension—but his gaze found her instantly. It li

The city outside Alyssa’s penthouse glimmered like a living thing—restless, watchful, indifferent. Night pressed against the glass walls, reflecting two figures standing too close, breathing too fast, carrying too many unspoken truths between them.Ethan stood by the window, jacket discarded, sleeves rolled up like he was preparing for a fight he didn’t know how to win. Alyssa lingered near the table, fingers curled around the rim of a glass she hadn’t touched. The silence between them was sharp, humming with unfinished arguments and desires that refused to stay buried.“You shouldn’t have followed me,” Alyssa said finally, her voice steady but thin.Ethan turned. “You shouldn’t have walked away.”Her gaze flickered. “That’s not an answer.”“It’s the only one I have.”He stepped closer, slowly, as if approaching a wild animal that might bolt at any second. Alyssa didn’t move, but her breath changed—shorter, shallower. He noticed. Of course he did.“You’re exhausted,” he said quietly.

Maya had never believed in luck—only leverage. Only pressure. Only the sharp edge of necessity that pushed people to betray themselves. And tonight, she planned to use all three.The steel-gray sky hung low above Davin’s satellite company, a cold and faceless building that mirrored the man who owned it. Maya stood on the rooftop of the adjacent structure, wind tearing at her coat, the city glittering beneath her like a broken promise.Rafael arrived late—of course he did. Always dramatic. Always refusing to admit he worried for her.“You picked the worst possible place for a meeting,” he muttered, pushing back his messy hair.Maya didn’t look at him. “I don’t trust indoor conversations anymore.”“You don’t trust anyone,” Rafael corrected. “Including me.”She smirked. “Especially you.”But she didn’t walk away.And he didn’t leave.That was their curse.---The infiltration planRafael moved closer to stand beside her, leaning on the ledge. “So,” he said, voice steadier than his eyes,