LOGINThe wedding cheers still echoed through the hall as Leviana and Marceline took a deep breath in the corner of the room. “This is our chance,” Leviana whispered, her eyes fixed on Arga and Deviana, who were still smiling at the stage.Marceline nodded, opening a tablet displaying a list of VIP guests and media. “We’ll create a scandal in front of them all. Cameras ready, reporters prepared. This time, there’s no way for them to escape,” she said, her eyes shining as she looked at Leviana.Meanwhile, Deviana and Arga were chatting with family and guests, laughing lightly. Deviana glanced around, feeling relieved to see everyone enjoying the moment. “Arga, I’m glad everything has gone smoothly so far,” she whispered.Arga looked at her with confidence. “And it will stay that way. Don’t worry, Deviana. We focus on us, not them.”Unbeknownst to them, Leviana had positioned several freelance reporters disguised as guests to record every move. Marceline held a phone button linked to a small
The wedding cheers still echoed through the hall as Leviana and Marceline took a deep breath in the corner of the room. “This is our chance,” Leviana whispered, her eyes fixed on Arga and Deviana, who were still smiling at the stage.Marceline nodded, opening a tablet displaying a list of VIP guests and media. “We’ll create a scandal in front of them all. Cameras ready, reporters prepared. This time, there’s no way for them to escape,” she said, her eyes shining as she looked at Leviana.Meanwhile, Deviana and Arga were chatting with family and guests, laughing lightly. Deviana glanced around, feeling relieved to see everyone enjoying the moment. “Arga, I’m glad everything has gone smoothly so far,” she whispered.Arga looked at her with confidence. “And it will stay that way. Don’t worry, Deviana. We focus on us, not them.”Unbeknownst to them, Leviana had positioned several freelance reporters disguised as guests to record every move. Marceline held a phone button linked to a small
Guests began cheering as Deviana and Arga walked down the aisle toward the stage, but from behind the decorations and corners of the room, Leviana and Marceline were watching with a new plan. Leviana’s eyes locked on Arga from a distance, her lips curling into a thin smile. “This time, we’ll lure them in front of everyone,” she murmured.Marceline nodded, holding a tablet displaying several reporters and freelance photographers. “We need footage that looks real, something that makes everyone question Deviana and Arga’s relationship,” she said.Meanwhile, Deviana suddenly felt a surge of tension. “Arga, I feel like they’re planning something,” she whispered, scanning the room.Arga held her hand, looking into her eyes firmly. “I know. But we have to stay calm. Don’t give them a chance.”Leviana moved swiftly, positioning a hired photographer near a guest table. With a subtle motion, the photographer captured Deviana and Arga as if they were being overly intimate among other guests, the
The wedding hall was filled with guests, crystal chandeliers reflecting warm light across the room. Deviana walked beside Arga, both dressed elegantly, her face still tense though she tried to smile.“Are you sure everything is ready, Arga?” Deviana asked softly, her eyes scanning the guests who were starting to arrive.“Everything is arranged. We just need to enjoy this moment,” Arga replied, holding Deviana’s hand to reassure her.Meanwhile, behind the entrance, Leviana and Marceline monitored the crowd through tablets. They watched the guests’ faces, counting who could be used as pawns. Leviana smirked slyly. “It’s time to create a little surprise. Let’s start with the guest closest to the media. Let’s see their reaction.”Marceline nodded. “Every camera we set up will capture the commotion. Everything will look like Deviana’s fault. She won’t know what hit her.”Elsewhere, a freelance photographer separated from the crowd, capturing shots of Deviana and Arga’s anxious expressions,
Deviana and Arga were walking down the corridors of the venue, inspecting every corner of the wedding preparations. Deviana’s eyes scanned the surroundings warily, aware that Leviana and Marceline’s spies might be watching from afar.“Arga, see? Every corner is neat. But I feel something’s wrong,” Deviana said, gripping the back of a chair, her eyes following everyone who passed by.Arga turned, squinting. “Who are you suspicious of now?”“Something’s off. I’m certain Leviana and Marceline are planning to ruin our moment. Just look—some of the guests they sent seem way too curious,” Deviana replied, her tone firm but low.Suddenly, a woman with a small camera approached, smiling sweetly. “Excuse me, may I take some photos of the preparations?”Deviana stared sharply. “Who sent you? Which media are you from?”The woman hesitated for a moment, smiling. “Oh, just an invitation from a guest. Nothing specific. I just want to capture some fun moments,” she said, beginning to take photos, bu
Deviana stood in the middle of the wedding hall, which was gradually filling with guests, her face still slightly tense after the chaos with the decorations and catering. She held Arga’s hand, trying both to calm herself and to soothe the anxious man beside her.“Arga, take a deep breath. Everything will be fine. I’ve made sure everything is back in order,” Deviana said, gently patting his shoulder.Arga glanced around, his eyes revealing lingering doubts. “I hope you’re right, Deviana. I just… I’m afraid something might happen again before this wedding.”Deviana gave a faint smile, but her eyes sharply scanned a few guests who had begun whispering. Some were taking photos, while others focused on the catering tables that had briefly been in disarray. She knew gossip could start spreading from here.Meanwhile, some invited influencers and journalists began noting every detail for their coverage. One influencer photographed a slightly crooked flower arrangement, highlighting Arga’s ten
"I'm sorry, Deviana... but I'm still taking you home with me."Adrian’s voice was firm, cold—leaving no room for refusal.The sleek black car moved slowly through the chilly night. The streetlights passed by in blurred streaks of light, meaningless in their motion. Inside the car, the silence was h
That night, the garden looked completely different. Twinkling lights hung between the trees, a long table filled with dishes was neatly arranged, and soft music floated from the speakers. Adrian had prepared everything down to the smallest detail: a medium-sized cake, a bouquet of white roses—Devia
The faint scent of disinfectant lingered in the hospital corridor. White walls, sterile air, and the soft hum of medical machines filled the space. Yet within one particular room, a fragile dream was being stitched together.Leviana sat propped up against the pillows, her skin pale but her eyes glo
That morning, the sweet fragrance of roses filled the dining room. Deviana stood frozen in front of the table, staring at the large bouquet that had just been delivered. A golden ribbon was neatly tied around the stems, and a small card was tucked between them.> To my most precious wife. I’m sorry







