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Chapter 30
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2026-04-24 05:31:37
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The silence in that grand house felt far more suffocating than the explosions at the Jakarta harbor months ago. Serena woke with a hollow ache gnawing at her chest. Usually, the aroma of coffee and Haris’s laughter as he joked with Clarisa in the dining room served as her natural alarm. But this morning, there was only a cold, empty quiet.Haris truly hadn’t come home. A brief message from Marcus informed her that Haris had chosen to stay at his office apartment “to cool off.” Serena stared at her reflection in the mirror—her eyes swollen, her face pale. On the vanity table, the investment documents from Julian Pratama lay coiled like a snake ready to strike.“Ma’am, you have a guest downstairs,” the house assistant’s voice startled her.“Who? Haris?” Serena asked, hope slipping into her tone.“No, Ma’am. Mr. Julian Pratama.”Serena frowned. It was too early for business matters. But curiosity—and perhaps the desire to distract herself from her guilt toward Haris—pushed her to go down
Her Rise After Ruin Chapter 31
“Is Mommy going out?” Clarisa’s small voice broke Serena’s train of thought.Serena turned, forcing a warm smile for her daughter. “Yes, sweetheart. Mommy has a lunch meeting for a bit. You’ll study with Miss Nanny, okay?”“Is Haris coming?” Clarisa asked innocently.The question felt like a small stab to Serena’s chest. “No, dear. Haris is busy at his office.”Serena knew she wasn’t entirely honest. Haris wasn’t just busy—he was angry. Ever since the studio launch event last night, he had kept a cold distance. No morning texts, no calls to make sure she had eaten. His silence hurt far more than his explosive anger ever did.The upscale restaurant in SCBD was highly private. Julian had reserved a table in the most secluded corner, overlooking the city through thick glass panels. As Serena stepped in, Julian immediately stood. He wasn’t wearing a formal suit today—just a white shirt with sleeves rolled up to his elbows, giving him a relaxed yet commanding presence.“Right on time, as a
Her Rise After Ruin Chapter 30
Vivian demanded a manuscript. The mysterious enemy demanded a key. And Dewangga? He wanted only one thing—to hear Sarah’s breathing again with his own ears, not through a horrifying digital distortion.So he began to write. But not the narrative of Surya Group’s rise that Vivian demanded. He wrote a plan. Every word he etched onto the page was a code—a carefully constructed storyline designed to trap both sides fighting over him.In an old warehouse on the outskirts of North Jakarta, the cold air from the harbor seeped through cracks in the concrete. Sarah sat bound, her head hanging as she struggled to stay conscious. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Dewangga’s face beneath the mountain rain. She remembered his confession about the fire in Puncak—the burden he had carried alone for years.“He’s not coming,” a deep voice emerged from the darkness in front of her.The mysterious man stepped into the light. No longer hidden behind shadows or screens, he revealed himself—a middle-
Her Rise After Ruin Chapter 29
The launch event for Zea-Nasution Studios was supposed to be the crowning achievement of Serena’s professional rebirth. The grand ballroom of the studio’s new headquarters in South Jakarta was filled with the scent of expensive lilies and the low hum of influential voices. Dressed in a sleek, ivory silk gown that hugged her figure with effortless grace, Serena stood beside Haris, greeting the titans of the industry.Haris was in his element. His hand remained firmly, yet gently, anchored to the small of Serena’s back—a silent declaration of his support and, perhaps, his possession. To the world, they were the ultimate power couple: the visionary director and the tycoon who had made her dreams possible.“You’re distracted,” Haris whispered, leaning closer so only she could hear. His breath was warm against her ear, a familiar comfort.Serena forced a smile, adjusting the diamond earring that felt suddenly heavy. “Just a bit of nerves, Haris. It’s a big night.”“You’ve faced down minist
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The mist in Puncak was not like the mist in Paris. In the French capital, the fog felt like a romantic veil, a soft blur that turned the city into a painting. Here, amidst the charred ruins of the Zea estate, the mist felt like cold breath against the back of Serena’s neck—the exhalation of a mountain that had witnessed her family’s destruction.Serena sat in the back of Haris’s SUV, her fingers tracing the worn leather cover of her father’s journal. The microchips were tucked safely into the inner pocket of her coat, pressed against her heart like a hidden shield. They hadn't spoken since leaving the cellar. The gravity of what they had found was a physical presence in the car, a third passenger that demanded total silence.Beside her, Haris stared out at the winding mountain road. His jaw was set, a telltale sign that his mind was already moving ten steps ahead, calculating the geopolitical and economic fallout of the names written in that book. These weren't just common criminals o
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The glitz of the gala had faded into the rearview mirror, replaced by the rhythmic hum of the car as it wound through the quiet streets of Menteng. Inside the vehicle, Serena leaned her head against the cool leather headrest, watching the streetlamps flicker past like silent sentinels. The emerald silk of her kebaya felt heavier now, a regal uniform that she was finally ready to shed.Beside her, Haris remained quiet, sensing the contemplative shift in her mood. He didn’t push for conversation. Instead, he simply reached over and laced his fingers through hers. His hand was warm, steady, and certain—a stark contrast to the cold, calculating world she had navigated for the past month.“You were incredible tonight,” Haris said softly, breaking the silence as they pulled into the driveway of her new residence. “My mother used to say that some people carry light, and others reflect it. Tonight, Serena, you were the source.”Serena offered a weary but genuine smile. “I just wanted to make
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