Mag-log inEveryone thought Isabelle Monroe was just a washed-up actress clinging to a loveless marriage. Her husband cheated. Her own son called the other woman “Mommy.” Still, she smiled through it all, desperately trying to fix her perfect family. Until the day both her husband and son told her she was a nuisance and they didn’t want her anymore. Thrown out of her own home, humiliated and replaced, Isabelle walks away with nothing but her pride. But just when the world erased her name, he appeared. Riven Thorne, a powerful, enigmatic and far too familiar man offers her comfort, a contract, and a cold little girl who won’t speak to anyone but her. He gives Isabelle another chance. Not just at motherhood... but at revenge, fame, and love. Now she’s back on screen, headlines are begging for her name, and the same people who mocked her are clawing to be on her side. She tells herself it’s all pretend… The husband. The marriage. But then… Her new daughter clings to her hand. Her son cries and calls her “Mommy” again. And her fake husband starts feeling all too real. Isabelle starts to wonder— Is this fate’s way of rewriting her story?
view moreJenewa, Swiss. Juli 2009
Seorang gadis berusia lima belas tahun berjalan keluar dari gerbang sekolah. Gadis bernama Orlena Müller itu menoleh ke kanan dan ke kiri. Tapi mobil sedan hitam yang biasa menjemputnya masih belum datang. Gadis yang mengenakan seragam rok kota-kotak berwarna abu-abu dan blazer merah itu menghampiri dinding pagar yang mengeliling sekolah. Menyandarkan punggungnya sembari menunggu sopirnya menjemputnya.
“Orlena, kamu tidak mau pulang bersamaku?” suara itu membuat gadis dengan kulit seputih salju itu menoleh dan melihat teman satu kelasnya berdiri di depan gerbang sekolah.
Orlena menggelengkan kepala sehingga rambut coklat muda yang diikat di belakang kepalanya ikut bergerak. “Tidak, Carla. Sebentar lagi aku akan dijemput.”
“Kalau begitu sampai jumpa besok, Orlena.” Gadis dengan rambut hitam bergelombang itu melambaikan tangannya.
Orlena membalas lambaian tangan teman sekelasnya itu. ‘Sampai jumpa besok, Carla.”
Setelah itu Orlena bisa melihat Carla berjalan menuju mobil sedan berwarna silver sebelum akhirnya melaju pergi. Orlena mengangkat tangan kirinya dan melihat arloji sudah menunjukkan jam lima sore. Sebentar lagi langit sudah gelap. Dia bertanya-tanya kenapa Carlos sangat terlambat.
Tak lama kemudian sebuah mobil sedan hitam berhenti di hadapannya. Orlena langsung membuka pintu dan melangkah masuk.
“Kenapa lama sekali, Carlos? Aku sudah lelah menunggu.” Orlena memasang ekspresi cemberut.
“Maafkan saya, Nona.”
Orlena terkejut mendengar suara yang berbeda dari sopirnya. Dia mendongak untuk melihat pria muda yang duduk di balik kemudi. Orlena tidak pernah melihat laki-laki itu.
“Kamu siapa? Di mana Carlos?” tanya Orlena dengan tatapan curiga.
Laki-laki itu menoleh sehingga Orlena bisa melihat wajah tampannya tersenyum pada Orlena. Tentu saja gadis polos seperti Orlena akan terpesona melihatnya.
“Nama saya Rey, Nona Müller. Saya adalah anak dari Carlos. Karena papa saya tiba-tiba sakit, sehingga saya terpaksa menggantikannya. Apakah anda keberatan, Nona? Kalau keberatan, anda bisa menelpon rumah agar meminta orang untuk menjemput anda.”
Orlena menggelengkan kepalanya. “Tidak perlu, Rey. Kita bisa pergi sekarang. Aku sudah terlambat untuk pelajaran tambahanku.”
Laki-laki itu menganggukkan kepalanya. “Baik, Nona.”
Orlena menyandarkan kepalanya di punggung kursi. Dia merasa begitu bosan. Hari-hari yang dijalankan selalu saja sama. Belajar, belajar dan belajar. Tapi meskipun Orlena berusaha begitu keras, dia tetap tidak bisa menarik perhatian ayahnya, Fabio Müller. Ada kalanya dia iri dengan teman-temannya yang menceritakan jika mereka dipuji oleh ayah mereka. Tapi ayah Orlena terlalu sibuk dengan pekerjaannya sehingga tidak menyadari dia memiliki seorang putri di rumah.
Orlena menegakkan tubuhnya saat menyadari sesuatu. Dia bisa melihat di luar jendela, mobil yang dinaikinya tidak melewati jalan yang biasa dilaluinya. Seketika tubuh Orlena berubah kaku karena ketakutan.
“Rey, kita mau ke mana? Ini bukan jalan menuju rumahku.” Mata coklat muda milik Orlena tertuju lurus pada laki-laki yang masih santai mengendalikan roda kemudi.
“Karena kamu memang tidak akan pulang malam ini, Nona Orlena.” Ucap Rey dengan senyuman sinis.
Menyadari dirinya dalam bahaya, Orlena berusaha membuka pintu mobil di sampingnya. Tapi sayang pintu itu terkunci. Tidak hilang akal, Orlena menekan tombol untuk membuka jendela. Sayangnya saat gadis itu menekan tombol itu, jendelanya tidak kunjung terbuka. Dia yakin Rey sudah merusak benda itu. Orlena mencoba di pintu lainnya dan hasilnya tetap sama.
“Sayangnya kamu sudah terperangkan di sini, Nona Orlena. Sekali kamu masuk, kamu tidak bisa lagi keluar.” Rey tersenyum sinis.
Tiba-tiba laki-laki itu menghentikan mobil yang dikendarainya. Orlena melihat ke jendela tampak sekitarnya begitu gelap. Tapi dia melihat banyak sekali pepohonan. Dan tidak ada cahaya apapun di sekitarnya. Seketika ketakutan gadis itu bertambah. Dia mengambil tasnya dan memukulkannya ke jendela. Berharap kaca itu bisa pecah. Sayangnya usahanya tidak membuahkan hasil.
“Masih gigi juga rupanya.”
Suara itu membuat Orlena merinding. Dia bisa melihat Rey melompat dari kursi depan ke bagian belakang. Orlena berusaha menjauh dari laki-laki itu. Sayangnya tidak ada tempat untuk kabur.
“Sialan, apa yang kamu inginkan dariku?” Orlena memukulkan tasnya ke arah Rey.
Namun laki-laki itu merebut tas Orlena dan melemparkannya ke bagian depan mobil. Dengan mudahnya Rey membuat Orlena berbaring di atas kursi dan mengangkay kedua tangan gadis itu lalu melilitkan tali yang sudah dipersiapkannya.
“Yang aku inginkan adalah tubuhmu, Orlena.”
Seketika mata gadis itu melotot mendengar ucapan Rey. “Tidak. Jangan lakukan itu. Aku mohon. Papaku akan membayar berapapun yang kamu inginkan. Tapi jangan lakukan itu padaku. Aku mohon.”
Rey tersenyum sinis mendengar ucapan gadis itu. “Papamu? Justru semua ini adalah karena papamu, Fabio Müller. Kamu harus menyalahkannya atas apa yang terjadi padamu, Orlena. Karena aku akan membuat papamu menderita seperti yang aku rasakan.”
Seketika Rey langsung merobek seragam Orlena. Kemudian mencumbu tubuh gadis muda itu dengan sangat kasar. Dia tidak mempedulikan teriakan dan tangisan Orlena. Hingga akhirnya laki-laki itu berhasil menghancurkan tubuh dan kehidupan Orlena. Bahkan sejak malam itu, Orlena tidak pernah melupakan wajah orang yang sudah memperkosanya.
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"Who told you to do this?"The artist's face crumpled, her breathing shallow and quick."No one," she said desperately. "No one told me —""Don't lie to me," Director Joe said, his voice sharp enough to cut.The artist's eyes darted around the set as if looking for an escape.But there was none.Everyone was watching.Director Joe held the bottle up."This is evidence of sabotage. You deliberately used a different product on Miss Monroe. You knew it would cause a reaction.""I didn't —" the artist's voice cracked. "She lied.""Then explain," Director Joe demanded. "Explain why you had two bottles. Explain why you hid one. Explain why you used it on her and not on anyone else."The artist's mouth opened and closed, but no words came out.Rina stepped forward, her voice low and furious."You knew," she said. "You knew it would hurt her. And you did it anyway."The artist's gaze dropped. "I didn't mean —""Yes, you did," Rina cut her off. "You meant every second of it.""Enough."Everyon
"That's not true." Everyone turned. A woman stepped forward—one of the other makeup artists. The one who had filmed the Faye incident. Isabelle's eyes lit up slightly the moment she saw her. Once filming resumed, she had looked for the artist to offer her thanks but the director said she had taken a break. Who knew she would be the one to step out at this moment? Even the makeup artist felt that she and Isabelle must have some kind of fate. Or else, she wouldn't have stumbled upon such a scheme on her first day of resumption. Their eyes met briefly. The woman gave a small nod to Isabelle before turning her gaze back to her counterpart. Her expression was uncertain, but her voice was steady. "That's not everything." The accused artist's face went pale. "What are you talking about?" she said quickly. The woman didn't look at her. She looked at Director Joe. "I saw her," she said quietly. "This morning. She had two bottles of foundation. She kept one separate from the rest
Isabelle sat in the corner of the set, away from the main activity, a cold compress pressed gently against her cheek.Director Joe had insisted she rest here rather than return to the hotel immediately. He wanted the medic nearby in case the reaction worsened, and honestly, Isabelle didn't have the energy to argue.Rina sat beside her, arms crossed tightly, her usual bright energy replaced with a simmering frustration."This is ridiculous," Rina muttered under her breath. "Absolutely ridiculous."Isabelle didn't respond, her gaze distant.Her face still burned, though the swelling had gone down slightly thanks to the medication. But the discomfort wasn't what bothered her most.It was the nagging suspicion that wouldn't leave her alone.She already suspected the artist but that squabble the other day seemed too irrelevant for her to base her accusation on. Rina shifted beside her, glancing toward the makeup station where the artist was quietly packing up her supplies. Having heard Is
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A soft oof escaped Isabelle as the small body collided with her chest.She reflexively caught the child by the shoulders and looked down."Aimee?"The little girl clung to her tightly, her small arms wrapped around Isabelle's waist as if she were afraid Isabelle might disappear.Her head tucked int
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