Novels by angginiiwira

She wanted distance.He gave her closeness.And in that fragile silence, one touch threatened to break every wall she had built. The VVIP hotel suite was silent, save for the steady ticking of the wall clock. Alana sat on the edge of the bed, her body still sticky from the wine Ratna had poured over her earlier. Sagara stood before the window, his broad back silhouetted against the glow of the city lights streaming through the glass.“Go take a shower,” he said without turning. “I’ve had them prepare clothes for you.”His voice was cold, yet Alana sensed something more layered beneath it—whether concern or merely a command, she couldn’t tell. She said nothing, only nodded softly before retreating into the bathroom.Warm water cascaded over her skin, bringing a relief so profound it nearly made her want to weep. Each drop felt as though it was washing away not only the wine but also the humiliation she had borne under the gaze of hundreds of eyes.When she finished, she slipped int

She only wanted to survive the night unseen.But one familiar voice shattered her disguise—and with it, her carefully hidden past. The Sanjaya Corp ballroom glittered in golden light. Crystal chandeliers hung from the towering ceiling, scattering brilliance that made every gown shimmer even more. A soft orchestra played from the corner, blending occasionally with the crisp laughter of businessmen mingling with one another. The scent of fine wine mixed with expensive perfumes, wrapping the room in a glamour so thick it was almost suffocating.Amid the glittering crowd, a figure in a black-and-white uniform moved swiftly. She balanced a tray of champagne glasses with steady hands, careful not to spill a single drop. Alana kept her head slightly bowed, her face half-hidden beneath her fringe. She did everything she could to remain invisible among the glittering gowns and tailored suits that filled the hall.Working as a server in such a dazzling night felt like a cruel irony. But sh

The boardroom on the top floor of Sanjaya Corp’s tower was filled with a suffocating chill that pressed down on everyone inside. Floor-to-ceiling glass walls revealed a sweeping view of the city, yet no one dared to look outside. Every pair of eyes was locked instead on the stack of reports laid across the long glass-topped table.The ticking of the wall clock cut sharply through the heavy silence.At the head of the table, a young man sat back with composed ease. His black suit was perfectly tailored, his tie knotted with precision. His movements were minimal, yet every gesture radiated authority. His face was as cold as if carved from stone, and his gaze—piercing, unrelenting—seemed capable of stripping bare anyone who dared defy him.He was Sagara Haksa Sanjaya.That name alone was enough to make the executives seated before him break into cold sweat. At only twenty-seven, he had already risen to the very top as CEO of Sanjaya Corp—a vast conglomerate that dominated property, en

The boarding room light flickered weakly, while the old ceiling fan spun with a tired creak. Alana sat on her narrow bed, a textbook open on her lap. Her eyes didn’t read the words; they only blurred into the weight of her thoughts.On the small desk, envelopes of unpaid bills lay scattered, some already gathering dust. The numbers inside haunted her like shadows. Her fingers clutched the edge of her blanket, fighting back the sting in her eyes.“Back then. I never imagined things would turn out like this,” she whispered.Her mind drifted to her childhood. A tenth birthday party—white silk dress, orchestra music, a five-tiered cake, and her mother’s graceful smile. Guests came one by one, shaking hands, speaking the Adinegara family name with respect.Now, the only company she had was a neighbor blasting dangdut music through thin walls.Alana exhaled a long, heavy sigh. “I used to have everything now I have nothing.”Knock! Knock! Knock!“Lan! Open up! I’ve got great news!”The f

Rain poured heavily that night, drumming against the roof of the Adinegara mansion as if thousands of hands were knocking with force. Lightning split the sky again and again, flooding the wide courtyard with blinding white light before leaving behind a suffocating darkness. The house, usually filled with laughter and chatter, now felt like an empty shell haunted by shadows.On the second floor, inside the grand master bedroom draped with velvet curtains and lit by a glittering chandelier, the body of a woman lay sprawled on the bed. Her nightgown was wrinkled, her long black hair tangled across the pillow. Her eyes were half-open, staring blankly at the ceiling. On the marble floor, pill bottles were scattered—some broken, spilling bitter liquid onto the carpet. A pungent mix of chemicals and alcohol filled the air, stinging the nose of anyone who entered.“Ma….”The faint voice cracked from the lips of a teenage girl standing in the doorway. Alana, in her thin pajamas and pale fa