Be My Husband (INDONESIA)

The courtroom was too quiet. The kind of silence that crackled with tension and barely contained judgment. Sienna Blake stepped through the heavy oak doors, heels tapping across the polished floor as every eye turned toward her.

She hated this part—being watched like prey. But she wore confidence like armor, shoulders straight, chin high. She had worked too hard to let nerves win now.

Dominic Hayes was already seated at the defense table, his wrists cuffed, his posture relaxed like he owned the room. He was dressed in a crisp shirt with rolled sleeves, as if prison was just another inconvenience in his schedule.

Their eyes met.

Sienna’s breath hitched. She wasn’t expecting him to look like that—so collected, so calm. So… dangerously composed. Something about his presence felt too deliberate, too controlled, like a man used to getting what he wanted.

“You’re late,” he said, voice low and smooth.

“You’re in handcuffs,” she replied evenly. “We all have our problems.”

A faint smirk curved his lips. “I like you already, Miss Blake.”

She ignored the way her pulse reacted and dropped her briefcase beside the desk. She opened it with precision, pulling out a folder and flipping through the contents. His case file was thinner than it should’ve been—too many redactions, too little evidence. That in itself was a red flag.

“This isn’t a simple case,” she muttered, careful to keep her voice low. “Why choose me?”

“I didn’t,” Dominic replied. “They did.”

Sienna frowned. “The DA?”

“No.” His gaze darkened slightly. “The people watching us right now.”

Before she could ask what he meant, the judge entered, and the courtroom rose in practiced unison. Sienna stood tall, masking the flicker of unease blooming in her chest. Her job was to stay objective, detached. But something about Dominic unsettled her in a way no client ever had.

During the hearing, her mind drifted against her will. He didn’t just speak clearly—he calculated every word. He looked at the prosecutor just long enough to appear sincere, then looked away as if bored. She’d seen skilled liars before—but Dominic made lying look like art.

When the judge announced the next hearing date, Dominic didn’t react. He remained perfectly still, hands folded, eyes steady.

As the room cleared, Sienna lingered. She couldn’t shake the feeling that this wasn’t about a murder trial. That she was part of something much bigger—something she didn’t yet understand.

Her mind raced with questions as she packed her things. Why had she been chosen? Who were the people he hinted at? The weight of the unknown pressed on her, thick and suffocating.

She watched as Dominic was led away, guards flanking him on both sides. Just before he vanished through the side doors, he glanced back at her.

“Careful, Counselor,” he called out, voice low but clear. “The truth is never what it seems.”

Sienna froze.

That wasn’t a warning.

That was a promise.

And something in her gut told her… she’d already crossed a line she couldn’t come back from.