LOGINShe’s the Editor-in-Chief. He’s the CEO who destroyed her heart. A year ago, August Wilmer walked out on Remy in the pouring rain, leaving her with nothing but devastation and a promise to herself: never again. Now, Remy is the successful Editor-in-Chief at the Daily Chronicles, a master of control. But her meticulously built world crashes when August returns as the company’s new CEO—and he’s engaged to a powerful heiress. Enter Cory, August’s charming stepbrother, who has patiently pursued Remy since the day August left. When the competition between the two brothers reaches a boiling point, Cory proposes a shocking solution to help Remy save face and protect her heart: a fake engagement, complete with a binding contract. Their sudden, high-profile 'relationship' successfully throws August into a jealous tailspin. But in the shark tank of the corporate world, Remy's integrity is questioned, forcing her to ask if her career—and her heart—can survive the dangerous game she’s playing. As the fake relationship starts to feel dangerously real, the Wilmer family’s secrets begin to surface. Remy realizes the mysterious circumstances of August’s departure, Cory’s devotion, and even her own job, are all tied to a painful, decades-old corporate conspiracy. To survive this war, Remy must choose between the brother who seeks to prove his love and the one who is fighting to reclaim her—before a legally binding contract seals her fate forever.
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"Mia, beresin dapur dulu! Habis itu cuci semua piring kotor dan sapu rumah, baru istirahat. Jangan malas! Perempuan hamil nggak boleh malas-malas!" ucap Bu Rina, mertuanya saat Mia baru saja duduk setelah sedari pagi berkutat dengan pekerjaan dapur, membantu Mbak Yem, tukang masak yang biasa dipanggil untuk bantu-bantu masak menyiapkan hidangan untuk para tamu acara arisan yang baru saja selesai dilangsungkan di kediaman ibu mertuanya itu.
Para tamu sudah pulang. Tinggal Mia, Bu Rina, Mbak Dina dan Mbak Sri, dua menantu yang lain serta dua adik iparnya yang saat itu masih berada di rumah besar milik mertuanya.
Beda dengan Mia yang baru saja duduk, dua menantu ibu mertuanya dan dua adik iparnya itu justru sudah sedari tadi duduk manis sambil menikmati hidangan yang susah payah Mia dan Mbak Yem siapkan. Tapi herannya, ibu mertuanya malah mengatakan kalau Mia sedari tadi hanya duduk-duduk saja.
Apa ibu mertuanya itu sudah mulai pikun atau berkurang penglihatannya sehingga tidak lagi bisa melihat dengan sempurna ya? Tak urung Mia bertanya heran dalam hati.
Mendengar ucapan ibu mertuanya, Mia menghela nafas. Nasib. Baru saja istirahat sejenak hendak mencicipi sisa hidangan acara, ia sudah ditegur begitu keras.
"Sebentar, Bu. Mia capek sekali, pengen istirahat dulu. Dari pagi tadi Mia 'kan di dapur terus bantuin Mbak Yem masak. Mia lapar," sahut Mia sembari meraih potongan bolu pandan dan hendak menyuapkannya ke mulut, tetapi belum sempat mengunyah, dengan cepat ibu mertuanya menepuk punggung tangannya, mencegahnya mengambil potongan kue itu.
"Beresin rumah dulu, baru boleh makan!" ketus ibu mertuanya kembali sembari mendelik tajam.
Mendapati perlakuan ibu mertua, ada yang terasa menyesak di sudut hati Mia. Sesuatu yang membuat sudut hatinya terasa sakit, seolah ditusuk sembilu tajam.
Ya, sedari dulu perlakuan ibu mertua padanya tak pernah baik. Ia selalu dibeda-bedakan dengan menantunya yang lain. Dijadikan pembantu di rumah ini. Entah mengapa. Apakah karena ia miskin lalu ibu mertua memperlakukannya seperti itu?
Ia hendak beranjak pergi karena tak ingin tangisnya tumpah di situ, tetapi baru saja melangkah, mertuanya telah kembali berseru dengan nada keras.
"Mau ke mana kamu, menantu miskin? Kamu nggak dengar ibu nyuruh apa? Beresin dulu rumah ini baru kamu boleh istirahat!" ucap Bu Rina kembali tanpa perasaan.
"Iya, main pergi aja! Kamu nggak dengar ibu nyuruh apa?" timpal Mbak Dini, menantu ibunya yang lain, diamini Mbak Sri yang tersenyum mengejek tanpa belas kasihan. Begitu pula dua adik iparnya, Mila dan Sinta yang sama-sama menatapnya dengan tatapan tak suka.
Kali ini Mia tak bisa lagi membendung air matanya. Susah payah ia berusaha menahan agar tak keluar di hadapan mertua dan iparnya yang lain itu, tapi Mia tak kuat. Akhirnya ia sesenggukan juga.
Hatinya sakit diperlakukan berbeda dari semua yang ada di rumah ini. Bagaikan bumi dan langit. Sedari awal menikah.
Terhadapnya, Bu Rina selalu bersikap judes dan sinis, sementara pada dua menantunya yang lain, ibu mertuanya selalu bersikap baik dan lembut.
"Heh, diperintah malah nangis! Dasar mantu cengeng. Udah miskin, pemalas, cengeng lagi. Baru disuruh beresin rumah aja nangis! Diam atau ibu suruh Azmi ngasih pelajaran ke kamu?" ucap Bu Rina dengan mata membulat sempurna, membuat Mia bergidik ngeri membayangkan jika ancaman itu benar-benar dilakukan ibu mertuanya itu padanya.
Ia tahu, Azmi suaminya pasti lebih mendengarkan ucapan ibunya dari pada dirinya. Jika Bu Rina menyuruh suaminya itu memberi pelajaran, pasti akan dilakukannya meski tahu Mia sedang mengandung anaknya dengan usia kehamilan yang masih sangat muda.
"Enggak, Bu. Jangan ... Iya, biar Mia beresin rumahnya tapi izinkan Mia istirahat sebentar saja ya, Bu. Mia capek dan lapar banget."
Mia mengelus perutnya. Sedari tadi ia memang belum makan, hanya minum saja. Ibu mertuanya menyimpan semua makanan yang telah selesai dimasak dalam lemari yang langsung dikunci rapat hingga akhirnya Mia hanya bisa menahan rasa lapar sendirian.
"Ya, udah. Istirahat aja sebentar. Habis itu kerjakan lagi pekerjaan rumah yang belum selesai. Awas kalau sampai sore semuanya belum beres!"
Ancam mertuanya lagi dan diangguki yang lain yang seolah-olah mendukung perlakuan ibu mertua itu padanya. Padahal mereka sama-sama menantu di rumah ini. Bedanya Mbak Dina dan Mbak Sri, memiliki rumah sendiri sebelum menikah sehingga saat sudah menikah, suami-suami mereka itu tinggal bersama di rumah tersebut. Tidak seperti dirinya yang pasca menikah, ikut suaminya tinggal di rumah mertuanya ini.
Meski perintah agama mensyariatkan seorang istri untuk ikut ke mana suaminya mengajaknya tinggal, tetapi sepertinya tak begitu dengan pandangan ibu mertuanya. Dengan ikut suami, ia justru dituduh miskin karena tak punya kediaman sendiri.
Mia mengangguk, lalu pergi ke dapur dan istirahat sebentar di sofa santai yang ada di belakang dapur. Tadi, ia melihat masih ada beberapa potong kue sisa di sana. Ingin ia makan sedikit untuk mengganjal perut yang sudah lapar.
Aliyah“I feel like someone split my head open with a machete.” I groaned, walking into the kitchen with one hand pressed firmly against my temple.The bright morning light pouring through the windows felt like a personal attack. Every click of a spoon against a ceramic mug was like a gunshot to my ears.The strong smell of coffee was evident in the air, and somehow made me feel nauseous.“Welcome back to the land of the living,” Remy’s voice rang out, it was far too cheerful for someone who was also supposed to be recovering from a hangover.I squinted through the glare to see her leaning casually against the counter, looking annoyingly refreshed. She was already showered and dressed in a simple black oversized tee and Jean shorts.“Don’t,” I muttered, raising a finger. I slid into a bar stool and buried my face with my hand. “If you speak at that volume again, I’ll be forced to move out. Why are you so… functional?”“Plenty of hydration, plus I didn’t drink as much
RemyThe street light of the city streaked past the taxi window in a blur of hazy gold. In the backseat, the air was thick with Aliyah’s floral perfume and the nervous hum of my own heartbeat.I reached down, tugging at the hem of my very short and silk burgundy dress. The movement was useless, because it rode right back up with each thug.“Stop fiddling with it,” Aliyah said, catching my hand. She looked radiant, her own outfit clinging to her like a second skin. “You’ve spent weeks buried in work. You’re allowed to have just one night where we just exist.”“I know, I know,” I exhaled, leaning my head against the head rest. “I’m sorry, it’s just that, you know I’ve never been a club kinda girl, and dresses like this make me feel like I’m still naked.”“I totally understand you” Aliyah reached out to pluck out something from my hair, “but this is just for one night. Plus we get to be in a VIP booth, it’s not every day that happens.”“Yeah… I guess. Thanks to Cory.
RemyThe atmosphere in the restaurant felt heavy, the air thick with the marvelous scent of grilled, expensive streak and the low buzz of hushed conversations.I settled into a booth in the center of the room; a safe choice, just in case Aliyah and Cory were right. Though I hoped with everything in me that they weren’t.I reached down to pick up my phone for what felt like the one millionth time. The meeting had been set for 2, this was 2:30 and she was still a no-show.Beads of sweat began to prickle at my hairline, despite the restaurant's aggressive air conditioning. I smoothed my damp palms against my thighs, trying to ground myself.I felt exposed in the center of the room, like a target painted in the middle of a velvet lined gallery.My phone buzzed, the vibration rattling against the mahogany table.‘Stop checking the time. You’re looking like a flight risk. Lean back. Sip your water.’Left to me, I wouldn’t have asked Cory to come along, if he was going to
Cory “I know exactly what you’re going to say. It’s a trap, but what if it isn’t? What if this is the very last piece of information I need to seal this case?” Remy breathed out hastily, glancing between Aliyah and me.She reached out for a piece of apple inside the bowl on the kitchen counter, before taking a large bite. “That’s… a lot to process,” Aliyah started first, she leaned against the refrigerator, crossing her arms over her chest. She fixed her eyes on the burner of the stove as if the answer was etched somewhere there.“You’re talking about meeting an anonymous source who claims to be Marcus Thorne’s daughter. The same Thorne who also happens to have gone AWOL for some months now. To be honest, this isn’t just a trap; it’s basically a cliche for ending up in a body bag…and God forbid you’re gonna fall into it.”Remy chewed slowly, her bravado wavering for just a second before she swallowed. “I totally understand that you’re worried about me. You’re






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