Five years ago, he had abandoned her, betrayed her, destroyed her company when she had trusted him and needed him the most. Five years later, Evelyn was back for revenge. She would return everything he had done to her tenfold, and to do that, she needed to live in the same house with him again. “Ex-husband, let's sign a marriage contract again!” Evelyn demanded after barging into her ex-husband's party. “Okay.” **** She had sworn to frustrate and destroy his life as they live under the same roof but who can tell Evelyn why everything was different from what she had expected? Who was this man cajoling her every request? Why is her ex-husband who’s supposed to be an enemy looking at her dotingly? Ex-husband, this was supposed to be a fierce revenge battle, not a love battle!
Lihat lebih banyak"Usir pezina itu dari kawasan ini! Usir, usir, usir!"
Teriakan warga sekitar menggema di depan pintu kontrakan Anjani."Astaghfirullah, kenapa aku telanjang seperti ini? Apa yang telah dilakukan orang itu padaku? Dan kemana orang itu sekarang?"
Anjani sedikit pusing karena sempat pingsan akibat dipukul. Namun dia berusaha bangkit karena mendengar kebisingan dari luar.
"Keluar atau kami dobrak paksa pintu rumahmu! Keluar Anjani!"Anjani yang kalut langsung memakai bajunya, namun saat hendak melangkah keluar dia merasakan sakit di area sensitifnya.
"Aww kenapa sakit sekali? Apa jangan sampai orang itu sudah minum kesucianku?" gumam Anjani sambil berjalan tertatih.
Jani keluar dan membuka pintu kontrakannya.
"Pak RT, ada apa ini Pak? Kok ramai ramai ke sini?" tanya Jani."Usir saja pezina itu dari kontrakan ini Pak RT! Kami nggak mau kena azab karena mempertahankan pezina di lingkungan ini!" seru beberapa warga.
"Astaghfirullah hal adzim!" Anjani membekap mulut.
"Tenang saudara saudara, kita selesaikan masalah ini dengan kepala dingin. Mbak Anjani, saya mendapat laporan dari Mang Dikin, katanya dia melihat Mbak Anjani membawa lelaki masuk ke kontrakan, dia juga melihat lelaki itu keluar dari kontrakan Mbak Anjani subuh tadi. Apakah itu benar? " selidik pak RT.
"Tadi malam sewaktu saya pulang lembur, ada yang memblokir pintu kontrakan Pak RT, lalu ketika saya buka orang itu seperti linglung dan membekap mulut saya. Dia menyeret saya ke kamar lalu setelah itu saya tidak ingat apapun karena kepala saya dipukul hingga pingsan. Dan setelah saya bangun tiba tiba saya sudah ditelanjangi dan orang itu kabur Pak RT," jelas Anjani setengah menangis.
Namun para warga terlanjur tidak mempercayai Anjani dan mereka lebih memilih percaya pada kata orang lain.
“Halah nggak usah banyak drama lah, buktinya nikmatin juga kan?” teriak bu Romlah. "Sudah semuanya diam dulu. Mohon maaf Mbak Anjani, saya mungkin bisa mempercayai jika Mbak Anjani tidak berbohong, tetapi para warga sudah terlanjur emosi. Demi kebaikan bersama, saya mohon Mbak Anjani segera meninggalkan kontrakan ini sebelum warga bertindak anarkis!" pinta pak RT pada Anjani.Akhirnya dengan berat hati Anjani meninggalkan kontrakan itu. Dia berjalan mencari kost yang masih kosong.
Setelah mendapatkan kost yang baru, dia langsung membereskan barangnya lalu membersihkan diri. Karena kejadian hari ini, dia memutuskan untuk ijin tidak masuk kerja.
***
Keesokan harinya saat Anjani sedang fokus menyelesaikan tugas, tiba-tiba Sisil menghampiri Jani di ruangannya.
"Jani, saya dipanggil ke ruangan HRD!""Loh, emang ada apa Sil kok aku dipanggil?"
"Nggak tau, dah sana buruan kesana, gue mau ke kantin dulu. Semangat Anjani!" sambung Sisil sambil meninggalkan ruangan Jani.
"Iya Sil makasih ya," ucap Jani yang hanya diangguki oleh Sisil.
"Kok perasaanku nggak enak gini ya? Perasaan aku nggak bikin masalah deh. Semoga aja penyelesaianku nggak benar-benar," gumam Jani sambil melangkah menuju HRD.
Tok tok tok "Permisi Pak," ucap Anjani di depan pintu."Silahkan masuk!" ucap pak Rusli kepala HRD mempersilahkan masuk.
"Mohon maaf apakah Pak Rusli memanggil saya?" tanya Anjani pelan.“Iya benar, saya memanggil kamu ke sini!”
“Ada apa ya Pak?” ucap Jani berhati hati. Seketika Anjani menunduk karena sangat tegang melihat raut wajah pak Rusli.Pak Rusli yang sedang fokus di depan layar laptop lalu beralih menatap Anjani dan melepas kacamatanya. Beliau menghela napas sebelum memulai pembicaraan.
"Mbak Anjani, saya mendapat laporan bahwa kamu baru di usir dari tempat tinggalmu karena berzina, memang benar kabar belum tersebar luas namun kami tidak ingin masalah ini sampai tersebar di seluruh kantor yang mempengaruhi nama baik perusahaan kami. Tentunya kami juga berusaha melindungi kamu dari gosip yang berhembus ini!" tukas pak Rusli sambil menyesap kopinya.
"Walaupun kinerjamu selama ini lumayan bagus dan kamu juga belum pernah membuat masalah, tapi maaf kami tidak bisa menemukan jalan lain untuk mempertahankanmu. Jadi dengan berat hati anda kami berhentikan dan mulai besok tidak perlu bekerja di sini lagi," sambung pak Rusli.
Sejenak Anjani memejamkan mata seraya menundukkan kepalanya.
"Saya mohon Pak beri saya kesempatan untuk bekerja di sini Pak," ucap Jani memohon.
"Mohon maaf Mbak Anjani, ini sudah menjadi keputusan pimpinan perusahaan, dan saya hanya menjalankan perintah atasan!" tukas pak Rusli.
Pak Rusli lalu menyerahkan amplop berisi pesangon pada Jani.
"Inu pesangon untukmu. Silahkan manfaatkan sebaik mungkin. Kamu anak berprestasi semoga segera mendapat pekerjaan yang lebih baik lagi di luar sana," ucap pak Rusli menyemangati."Baik Pak. Kalau begitu saya permisi!"
"Silahkan!"
Jani lalu mundur dari ruangan pak Rusli. Dia berjalan dengan gontai ke ruangannya dan segera membereskan semua barangnya.
“Jani, nih gue bawain maka-,” ucapan Sisil terpotong kala melihat Anjani membereskan semua barang barangnya.
"Lu mau kemana Jan? Kok beberes gini? Lu mengundurkan diri?" tanya Sisil sambil memperhatikan semua barang yang dibereskan Anjani.
"Gue dipecat!"
"Apaaa?"
Evelyn povI dressed up for work and took one of Damien’s cars, the one with mirror tint. I was meeting Sophia at a café near the estate.She was already waiting when I walked in. We hugged tight.“Look at you,” she teased. “Rolling up in Damien’s car like a mafia wife. Should I start calling you Mrs. Power-Trip now?”“Shut up,” I said, laughing as I slid into the seat across from her. “It was just parked there. Convenient.”She raised a brow. “Convenient, my ass. You love the drama. Admit it.”I stirred my coffee with unnecessary focus. “Drama follows me. I don’t chase it.”“Uh-huh.” Sophia leaned closer, eyes sparkling with mischief. “So? How was day one and two with the infamous Mr. Damien? Give me the tea, Evie. No holding back.”“Don’t get me started.” I sank into the chair.Her eyes lit up. “Oh, I’m already started. Spill.”I leaned in, lowering my voice. “You won’t believe what happened this morning.”She grinned. “Try me.”“I made him breakfast.”Her jaw dropped. “You cooked?
Evelyn woke up in her own room, because of course she didn’t sleep in Damien’s. Sharing a bed with that man? She’d rather hug a cactus.She stretched lazily, slipped into her robe, and headed downstairs. By the time she reached the kitchen, the air was already alive with the sounds of clinking pans and murmuring maids.Mrs. Davies, the head maid, was giving her usual morning sermon to a nervous junior.“Remember, no salt. Mr. Damien prefers to season his food himself. The eggs soft, the toast lightly done, the coffee black—”Evelyn leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, eyes glinting. Breakfast without salt? How boring.Evelyn walked in the kitchen, arms folded, an amused smile tugging at her lips. “My, my. You all know his taste buds better than his wife does.”The maids froze. Mrs. Davies turned slowly, eyes widening when she saw Evelyn.“I’ll be handling breakfast today,” Evelyn announced, stepping forward like a queen claiming her throne.The maids exchanged nervous glances. Mr
Somewhere in the City – A Small BarThe dim yellow lights flickered against the cracked walls of a dingy bar. At the far corner, a man lounged with careless arrogance, his chair tipped back, a glass of whiskey sweating on the table. His phone screen glowed in the low light, and a slow, wicked chuckle rolled from his throat. Heads turned. He didn’t care.He looked like a man who had just found something dangerous—something worth burning the world for.“Damien’s worst nightmare is back,” Allen murmured, the corners of his lips curling as if savoring the words.Across from him, his assistant Reo slipped into the seat, eyes wary. Allen’s chuckle swelled into laughter, dark and unrestrained.“Reo…” he said, not lifting his gaze from the phone. “I love what I’m seeing. I love the way things are turning. It’s like heaven itself is playing on my side.”Reo tilted his head, waiting.Allen’s grin sharpened. “Arrange a meeting with her. You know what they say—an enemy’s enemy is a friend. Imagin
Blackthorne MansionThe sleek black car slid to a stop at the towering gates of Blackthorne Mansion. When the door opened, Evelyn stepped out like she owned the world. A short black dress clung to her curves, her cleavage unapologetically on display. One hand scrolled lazily through her phone while the other brushed a strand of hair away from her face.Her lips—painted the shade of fresh blood—curved into a slow smile as the headline flashed across her screen:“Evelyn Lockwood crashes Damien Blackthorne’s party with a marriage contract.”“Beautiful chaos,” she murmured, pleased with herself.Two guards moved forward at once, lifting her designer luggage with practiced obedience. Evelyn barely spared them a glance. She strolled past the grand golden doors she once called home. The walls gleamed with the same gaudy trims, the antique chandelier dripped with light exactly as before, and the familiar scent of roses greeted her from the entrance.“Tsk. Same old, boring taste,” she muttered
Damien Blackthorne stood frozen. For a long second his body betrayed him: throat tight, hands numb. He stayed planted on that stage, cameras flashing like tiny suns, guests whispering into the hush, and in the middle of it all was the woman who had once been the center of his world.Evelyn.Five years. Five years since she vanished without a single explanation. Now she stood before him, alive, breathing, holding a marriage contract with the same sharp smile he had once mistaken for love.“Darling,” she said, gliding her voice across the stunned crowd, “I heard you are a man of time. Would you really make a beautiful woman like me wait and risk your perfect reputation?”Her red gown fell around her in a blaze. Every step she took felt to Damien like a blade being turned into his chest.“So,” she tilted her head, the motion casual and lethal, “what do you say, Damien Blackthorne? Do you dare sign the document?”He said nothing. Not immediately.Colt, his right hand, hovered at his side,
The Blackthorne gala didn’t feel like a party. It felt like a crown waiting to drop. The air was heavy with money and ambition. Men stood in quiet knots, trading looks like stock tips. Women glittered like diamonds under glass, every smile sharp, every move measured. Tonight wasn’t about love. It was about power.The ballroom sat at the top of Blackthorne Tower, seventy-five stories above Chicago. Floor-to-ceiling windows turned the city into a map of lights, but no one cared. All eyes were on Damien Blackthorne, the man who could change lives with a single name. Tonight, he would choose a bride. And everyone in the room wanted to watch history bend.The band played low, soft enough to let whispers run free. Rumors jumped from lip to lip.“I hear it’s Elise. The senator’s daughter.”“No. Too soft. He’ll pick Vivian. She’s brutal enough to hold her ground.”“They say he already knows. This whole show is just for us.”Damien stood near the center of it all, tall, still, unreadable. He w
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