Novels by wira anggini

The rain hadn’t stopped when the black car halted in front of the tall iron gate. Through the window, Alana could see a grand mansion standing firm in the middle of a wide courtyard, bathed in the warm glow of golden lights reflecting on the wet driveway.It didn’t look like a home—more like a modern palace. Cold. Impeccably tidy.The car door opened from the outside.Sagara stepped out first, letting the drizzle soak his shoulders. He turned slightly, his gaze brief but commanding.“Get out,” he said softly, yet firm.Alana clutched the small bag on her lap. Her heart was beating fast.Every step she took felt like walking into a place that would change everything.Without looking at Sagara, she stepped out and climbed the slick marble stairs quickly.As soon as the main door opened, the scent of wood and lavender filled the air.The foyer was vast, with a crystal chandelier hanging from the high ceiling. Several servants bowed silently as they entered.“Welcome home, Sir,” one of th

The sound of rain outside blended with the rhythmic ticking of the clock, filling the grand, dimly lit room with a strange tension. Sagara sat in his leather armchair, one leg crossed over the other, fingers tapping the armrest in a steady beat. His black shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, revealing the sharp line of his collarbone. A faint glow from the chandelier above cast half of his face in shadows, making the cold, calculating look in his eyes stand out even more. He had been waiting. When the heavy double doors finally opened, Alana stepped in. Her clothes were slightly damp from the rain, strands of hair sticking to her pale cheeks. Her eyes were red from crying, but behind that sadness was a quiet, stubborn fire. She stood at the threshold, breathing unevenly, as if crossing that doorway was the hardest decision she had ever made. Sagara leaned back, a slow, almost dangerous smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “So you came,” he said in a low voice, as if he had kn

Alana stood frozen in the middle of the hospital corridor, her mind struggling to catch up with everything that had just happened. Kenan had left with guilt shadowing his face, Sagara had offered help she couldn’t bring herself to accept, and before she could even respond, a nurse had called her name with a panicked look.From that moment, her night spiraled into something that felt like a nightmare she couldn’t wake up from.The fluorescent lights bathed the corridor in a harsh, cold white. The antiseptic smell was sharp in her nose, making her chest tighten. She sat stiffly on one of the plastic waiting chairs, her hands gripping a cracked phone. The screen had been damaged during the earlier fight at the hotel, but it still worked—barely.The door to the emergency room swung open, and a nurse hurried out.“Family of Mrs. Arini?” she called.Alana shot to her feet. “I’m here,” she answered quickly.“The doctor needs to speak with you immediately. Please, follow me.”Her heartbeat po

The hospital corridor was eerily silent that night, so quiet that every footstep echoed sharply off the walls. The white fluorescent lights gave everything a cold, sterile glow, making the air feel heavier than it was.Alana sat stiffly on the waiting bench, her fingers tightly interlaced over the small purse clutched in her lap. Her empty eyes were fixed on the door of the examination room, her chest rising and falling with quiet, shaky breaths.Her grandmother was still inside.Every second that passed felt like the ticking hands of a clock deliberately slowed down to torture her.Suddenly, hurried footsteps echoed from the far end of the hallway.“Alana!”Kenan appeared, breathless, his face etched with worry. He rushed toward her without hesitation and pulled her into a tight embrace the moment he reached her.His arms were warm. Steady.For the first time that night, Alana’s rigid body softened, leaning into the comfort she so desperately needed. Her shoulders trembled, her tears

The door clicked shut behind her, and Alana’s footsteps echoed sharply against the marble corridor. Her chest rose and fell, breath shallow, as though the very air in the hotel was pressing against her lungs. Every step away from that room felt both like freedom and like betrayal—to herself, to the anger that had carried her this far.She quickened her pace, clutching the strap of her purse so tightly her knuckles whitened. The silence of the corridor seemed unnatural, interrupted only by the faint hum of the lights above. A few hotel staff passed her by, bowing politely, but she could feel their lingering gazes on her disheveled appearance—the flush on her cheeks, the fire still burning in her eyes. Shame prickled her skin, hot and suffocating.She jabbed the elevator button, desperate for the metallic doors to open, desperate to put floors between herself and the man she had just left behind.Sagara.Even thinking his name sent a violent shiver down her spine. She hated him—she had

The distance between them vanished in an instant.Sagara’s gaze locked onto Alana like a predator unwilling to let its prey escape. His eyes burned with a pressure so sharp it seemed to strip away every last defense she had left.“If I help you take revenge…” His voice came out low, rough, and cutting. “…you’ll have to belong to me. Not just your heart—everything. Including your body.”Alana’s breath caught. Her face went pale, her chest rising and falling with the weight of the words pressing into her lungs. “Don’t even dream of it, Sagara. That will never happen,” she whispered, fragile but unyielding. Her small hands curled into fists at her sides, trembling.But Sagara did not step back. He moved forward instead, each stride deliberate, heavy, dangerous. His breath came thick, like a man fighting with himself. “Don’t push me to lose control, Alana…” he muttered, his tone hovering between a threat and a plea.Then the shrill ring of a phone cut through the air, sharp enough to slic