Masuk"The baby will be perfectly fine. Just stay calm, sweetheart," Nova comforted her, smoothing her daughter-in-law's hand without pause. Listening to the exchange, Richie began trembling in terror, drowning in remorse. Fifteen minutes later, Dr. Damar arrived with an OB-GYN colleague and a nurse, bringing a portable ultrasound machine with them. Ghea couldn't help marveling at the scene she had orchestrated. She hadn't realized that one of the largest private hospitals in the city belonged to her husband’s family until two top doctors showed up within minutes of a phone call. "How far along is the pregnancy?" the obstetrician asked. "Nearly three months," Ghea answered, her breathing beginning to level out. The nurse draped a sheet over Ghea’s lower half. Richie looked away the moment his sister-in-law's top was lifted, though for some reason, he refused to leave the room. He needed to verify her condition with his own eyes. Applying gel across her skin, the doctor placed the ul
Richie pulled Abel's hand as emotions overtook her; the girl repeatedly wiped away tears rolling down her cheeks. She had even caught sight of the reporters rushing into the café where she had just confronted Daniel. She had also seen Ghea sharing a lighthearted moment with her former lover. "I am done. I'm done, Rich." "I'm sorry. This is all my fault," Richie said with profound regret. Abel shook her head, knowing full well in her heart that the blame rested on her. If only she hadn't been so greedy, things would never have ended up like this. "Why did you kiss me in front of your brother and your ex?" Ghea glanced at her husband, who was focused on driving them back home. "Why? It was just part of the act. Besides, you kissed my cheek in front of the press corps too. And I treated you tenderly, like a truly loving couple back there. As far as I can tell, you didn't lose out on anything." "Ha... thank you very much, Hippo," Ghea snapped dryly. "But to me, a kiss carrie
"Change your clothes! I’m taking you somewhere. And remember our agreement: I want you to act like a devoted wife who is head over heels for me." Ghea simply nodded at Daniel's directive. Reaching for her phone, she opened the notes app installed on it; she intended to log every single favor she performed for her husband so that one day, she could demand an equal return from him. Half an hour later, Daniel pulled his car up to the venue he had mentioned to Richie earlier. Spotting a red sports car parked outside, he knew his brother had already arrived at the café. Walking inside with his fingers intertwined with Ghea’s, Daniel made his wife thoroughly uneasy as every head in the establishment turned their way. "Daniel, didn't you book the place out? Look! There are so many people," Ghea whispered under her breath. "Relax. Sooner or later, the public has to find out that you're married anyway." Ghea ducked her head slightly, hoping people wouldn't recognize her. She was startle
Daniel was bewildered. He remained seated on the edge of the mattress, staring down at Ghea, who lay curled up with her back turned to him. The girl was already fast asleep, lost in the world of dreams. Adjusting her duvet because her smooth thighs had slipped into view, Daniel could only shake his head. Shouldn't his wife be terrified of sharing a bed with him? Hadn't he openly told her that he was an unrepentant casanova? Pondering what Ghea might think of him, Daniel knitted his brows—why on earth was he the one overthinking like this, while she slept peacefully without a care in the world? Before he could fully lie down, Ghea suddenly rolled over to face him, and the blanket covering her shifted open once more. I’ve seen her naked body before, and this is seriously messing with my head. How am I supposed to keep control? Damn this inner beast! Glancing down at his own anatomy, Daniel tugged the blanket back up, pulling it all the way to her neck this time. Keep it toge
Their wedding celebration was nothing short of extravagant. Ghea had never truly grasped just how wealthy her new husband was until the reception began and Daniel’s guests arrived. Their elite background was unmistakable. Ghea was even astounded by the lavish gifts bestowed by Daniel’s extended family: his aunts and uncles had gifted them a staggering total of three luxury cars. Still standing on the stage receiving congratulations from the guests, Ghea maintained a gracious smile. She caught sight of the girl who had defended her against harassment at Daniel's high school reunion. Abel walked up with Richie trailing closely behind her. Nova's youngest son, now officially her brother-in-law, fixed Ghea with that same icy stare. Taking Daniel's hand, Ghea knitted her brows, noting Abel’s glossy, tear-rimmed eyes. The woman seemed reluctant to let go of her husband's hand until Richie gently intervened, reminding her of the long queue of guests waiting behind them. Ghea smiled and t
That day, the courtyard of Nova’s estate was transformed into the wedding venue for Daniel and Ghea. Following Jenny’s advice, they opted against throwing a reception at a five-star hotel. Ghea’s manager had urged everyone to keep the marriage away from the public eye until the press caught wind of it on their own—a calculated move Jenny designed to shield Ghea’s public image. The solemnization ceremony was set for that morning. Several makeup artists hovered around Ghea, putting on the finishing touches. Displayed on a nearby mannequin was her off-white kebaya—simple, yet undeniably elegant. A marriage should be built on love, not out of sheer obligation like this. But me? What on earth am I even doing right now? Ghea studied her reflection in the mirror. To this very second, she still hadn't found a definitive answer as to why Daniel had been so determined to marry her. Accompanied by a few close friends, Ghea walked toward the solemnization table looking ethereal. Even Da







