LOGINFor eight years, I was the ghost in Lorenzo Valenti's empire. By day, I was his executive assistant, the engine of his criminal enterprise. By night, I was the most submissive bird in his gilded cage, and the nameless body in his bed. I loved him with a devotion that bordered on madness, a foolish flame I'd nurtured since I was a scholarship student pulled into his orbit. I believed my quiet love could one day melt the ice around his heart. I was wrong. The day his unforgettable first love, Isabella, returned, the man I knew vanished. The rare smiles once reserved for me were now all for her. My presence by his side was erased, replaced by hers. Even when she framed me, he believed her without hesitation. He chose her, again and again. I submitted my resignation. He signed it without looking. He thought I'd crawl back, broken and begging. He was wrong. While he was busy playing house with his "cuore mio", I was quietly packing away my life, preparing to vanish from his world forever.
View MoreTok! Tok! Tok! Ketukan pintu dan bel pemilik apartement dengan nomor 779 berbunyi kencang, membuat Yura dan Aditya menghentikan aktivitas seksual mereka.
"Kak, itu pasti Tante Mayang." Yura memakai kembali kimono putih miliknya.
"Kak, pake baju dong! Jangan diem aja!" sambung Yura memakaikan kembali pakaian Aditya.
"Yura, kakak masih kangen, sayang." Aditya mencium lembut bibir Yura, sedetik itu pun, Yura langsung mendorong dada Aditya, kemudian. pergi ke kamarnya.
Mayang tengah mencoba untuk membuka pintu apartement mereka dengan kunci cadangan yang dia punya. Namun, Aditya sudah ada tepat dihadapannya.
"Kamu lagi ngapain sih? Kok lama banget buka pintunya?" Mayang merasa kesal.
"Maaf ya sayang, tadi tuh, pasienku telepon, dan aku gak lagi di ruang tamu" jelas Aditya. Karena, memang jarak dari ruang tamu ke kamar milik mereka cukup jauh.
"Pasien atau cewek lain? Lagian aneh banget, masa pasien punya nomer kamu? Emang apa aja yang diomongin?" Mayang menatap curiga pada suaminya itu.
"Iya, kamu bener, dia cewek. Dia itu pasien yang kemaren aku kasih liat ke kamu, Namanya siska. Dia suka lupa resep dokter. Makanya, telepon aku. Perlu aku kirim nomernya ke kamu?" panjang lebar Aditya menjelaskan.
"Enggak usah," gerutu Mayang.
"Atau kamu mau liat chattingannya?" Aditya menghentikan kecemburuan Mayang.
"Enggak usah aku bilang," tegas Mayang sekali lagi.
"Tapi kamu gak cemburu kan?" sambil mengejar Mayang ke kamar. Mayang mengunci kamar. Terlihat jelas, pakaian dalam milik Yura. Namun, Mayang tidak melihatnya. Aditya mencoba untuk mengalihkan pandangan Mayang, sambil mencoba untuk mengambil pakaian dalam milik Yura.
"Mayang sayang," panggil Aditya sambil memeluknya dari belakang.
"Apa lagi? Mayang hampir menatap ke arah pakaian dalam milik Yura. Namun, Aditya memegang wajah Mayang dengan kedua tangannya.
"Hmmmm! Kamu pasti mau minta jatah kan?" tebak Mayang dan langsung mencium Aditya.
"Ssstt! Jangan terlalu keras bilangnya, Yura udah di rumah"
"Yura udah pulang?" Mayang menutup bibirnya. Dan Aditya mengangguk.
"Sebelum kita lakuin itu, tolong ambilin amplop cokelat di ruang tamu" bisik Aditya. Mayang pun, menuruti perintah suaminya.
"Sejak kapan dia jadi kepikiran hal lain, saat kita lagi mesra-mesraan? Biasanya juga langsung nyosor," lirih Mayang. Aditya langsung mengambil pakaian dalam milik Yura dan membuangnya dari atas balkon. Angin menerbangkan pakaian dalam itu ke dalam tas ransel seorang mahasiswa, yang kebetulan tidak di resleting.
"Pak berhenti!" teriak pemuda berwajah putih pada supir bus, lalu menaiki dan duduk di deretan depan, ia menutup resleting tas ranselnya. Pemuda itu akan pergi menemui kekasihnya.
"Nih!" Mayang melempar amplop cokelat milik Aditya. Gontai ia berjalan menuju pria dengan dada bidang itu.
"Jangan gitu dong sayang!" Aditya menyimpan amplop cokelatnya segera. Juga lekas membukakan pakaian milik Mayang. Terdengar tawa Aditya dan Mayang, membuat Yura penasaran akan kegiatan tante dan pamannya itu.
"Kita liat, berapa lama usia pernikahan kalian itu?" Yura, yang sedang menguping pembicaraan suami istri itu terlihat begitu iri. Tentu, dengan suara yang sangat pelan.
"Yuga!" Wanita dengan rambut potongan bob itu memeluknya saat pintu rumah dengan gaya klasik eropa itu terbuka lebar.
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"Yuga, pinjem hp kamu dong!"
"Hp?" Yuga meraba sakunya. Namun tidak ada. Yuga pun, menyuruh wanita langsing itu untuk mencarinya di dalam tas ransel miliknya.
"Apa ini?" selidik kekasih Yuga. Yuga tampak terkejut, bagaimana bisa, pakaian dalam wanita ada di dalam tas ransel miliknya.
"Aku gak ngerti, kenapa itu ada di tas aku" Yuga hanya menggeleng tak paham dengan situasi yang sedang terjadi.
"Keluar!" Wanita itu menunjuk ke arah pintu. Yuga menjelaskan bahwa dia tidak berselingkuh. Namun, wanita itu tetap tidak percaya.
"Ini buktinya dan kamu gak mau ngaku?"
"Kenapa aku harus bilang kalo aku selingkuh padahal aku enggak selingkuh?"
"Jadi maksud kamu pakaian dalem ini pinya kaki, tiba-tiba jalan ke dalem tas kamu," celoteh wanita berwajah imut itu.
"Aku gak mau liat kamu lagi" Mei menatap dengan tatapan benci pada Yuga. Yuga pun, pergi dari rumah Mei.
Yuga berdiri di halte bus, dia merenung beberapa saat memikirkan bagaimana bisa, pakaian dalam itu tiba-tiba saja ada di dalam tas miliknya.
Sementara itu, Mei sedang di ujung kebingungan, minggu depan Mei akan memperkenalkan Yuga pada keluarganya, Mei juga sudah bilang pada keluarganya bahwa dia akan membawa kekasih.
"Aku ingin mengakhiri hubungan ini." itulah isi pesan dari Mei yang Yuga terima. Namun, hatinya masih tidak menerima itu.
"Tapi, aku tidak pernah menganggap hubungan ini berakhir." Balasan dari Yuga membuatnya bingung.
Mayang menyiapkan pakaian dinas untuk Aditya. Shift malam Aditya, membuat Mayang takut. Karena, dia cukup takut untuk tidur malam seorang diri.
"Aku kerja dulu ya." Seperti biasa, Aditya mengecup kening Mayang, sebelum berangkat bekerja.
"Hati-hati ya, tapi, aku masih kangen." Mayang memeluk Aditya cukup lama, hingga Yura menyuarakan batuknya.
"Eh, ada Yura, kamu udah boleh berangkat." Mayang mendorong pelan Aditya dan lekas menutupkan pintu. Mayang mengejar Yura dengan wajah cemburunya.
"Yura." panggil Mayang, dengan pelan.
"Iya?" Yura menoleh.
"Tadi, Tante kira kamu mau ngomongin sesuatu gitu?"
"Gak ada apa-apa kok, aku cuman kurang suka aja liat orang yang mesra mesraan di depan mata aku. Itu buat aku gak nyaman." Yura membuka kulkas dan mengambil air botol dingin.
"Oh, gitu, maaf ya, mmm, Yura, boleh gak Tante tidur di kamar kamu malam ini, soalnya, Tante takut kalo tidur sendirian." Mayang melangkahkan kaki menuju kamar Yura. Yura begitu panik dan berkata akan membereskan kamarnya segera.
"Kamar kamu berantakan?" tanya Mayang. Yura hanya mengangguk.
"Kalo gitu, biar Tante aja yang beresin." Mayang memegang gagang pintu dari kamar Yura. Yura segera berlari ke kamarnya, dan mengibaskan tangan Mayang dari gagang pintu kamarnya. Yura juga menutup kencang pintu kamarnya.
"Yura, kok Tante gak boleh liat isi kamar kamu? Kamu nyembunyiin sesuatu ya." Mayang menggedor pintu kamar keponakannya itu. Takut jika Yura diam-diam membawa masuk seorang pria ke dalam kamar.
"Yura, kamu gak lagi nyumpetin cowok kan?" selidik Mayang penuh rasa penasaran.
"Syukurlah, dia berpikir begitu." bisik Yura memegang dada dengan kedua tangan.
"Yura!" teriak Mayang semakin penasaran.
"Ya, tunggulah sebentar lagi" sahut Yura.
"Yura, kalau kamu gak bukain pintunya juga, Tante paksa dobrak ya!" ancam Mayang. Yura telah membukakan pintu kamar, saat Mayang telah memasang kuda-kuda, untuk mendobrak pintu kamar Yura.
"Tante lagi ngapain sih?" ledek Yura dengan senyuman sinisnya.
"Yang lagi ngapain sih itu kamu." Mayang mengecek jendela apartement. Berjaga-jaga, jika ada jejak dari pria yang Yura bawa.
"Tante kira pacar aku itu spiderman apa, bisa memanjat dinding setinggi itu?"
"Pacar? Jadi kamu udah ada pacar?" Mayang mengintrogasi Yura bagaikan polisi.
"Wajah secantik ini, gak mungkin kalo gak punya pacar." Yura berpijak di depan cermin.
"Jadi siapa pacar kamu?" Mayang membalikkan tubuh Yura, agar mereka saling berhadapan.
"Pacar aku itu, namanya"
(Amelia's POV)The sound of the Valenti cars fading into the distance was the only eulogy the old world would get. I stood in the vast, silent factory, the smell of gunpowder and blood thick in my throat, the folded resignation paper feeling like a lead weight in my hand."Consider it my resignation from your life."His words echoed in the emptiness he left behind. There had been no plea in his eyes, no final attempt at possession. Only a profound, weary finality. He had looked at me, and for the first time, he had truly seen me—not as his Amelia, not as his ghost, not even as his enemy—but as a separate, autonomous entity. And he had let me go.The victory felt hollow. Matteo was wounded and captured, his ambition broken. The man I had once loved had just surrendered his entire world and walked away. Sofia was gone, back to the brother she, despite everything, still loved. I was alone, standing atop a pyramid of ashes.In the days that followed, the Rossi family descended into chaos.
(Lorenzo's POV)The cold promise of that blade against my skin was a watershed. It severed the last, fraying thread of denial. For a week, I retreated into the penthouse, not as a king to his throne, but as a wounded animal to its den. The silence was no longer empty; it was filled with the echoes of my own failures. I stood at the windows for hours, tracing the paths of headlights far below, each one a reminder of a city moving on without me. I didn't touch the financial reports or the intelligence briefings. Their dry, factual language couldn't capture the truth I was finally forced to confront: I had lost her. Not to death, but to my own monumental blindness. The obsession that had driven me for months now felt like a sickness, and the only cure was a surrender so complete it felt like amputation.It was in this state of hollowed-out resignation that Marco found me. He didn't knock, simply entered, his face grim. "Don Valenti," he said, his voice cutting through the stagnant air. "
(Lorenzo's POV)The humiliation of that night in the alley burned hotter than any anger I had ever known. Lying on the wet concrete, the taste of blood and defeat in my mouth, as Amelia—Eva—stood over me with a gun... it was a nadir I had never imagined possible. She hadn't just rejected me; she had physically dominated me, disarmed me, and left me broken on the ground. The memory was a brand on my pride, a scar that throbbed with every beat of my heart.For days, I was a storm contained within the walls of my penthouse. I broke things—a priceless vase she had once admired, the crystal glasses we had toasted with, the monitor displaying the financial reports that testified to her continued success. I roared at shadows, at Marco's cautious presence, at the silent, judging walls that seemed to echo with her final words: "The next time you come for me, I won't miss."The cold, calculating Don was gone, replaced by a raw, wounded animal. Marco knew better than to approach me with anythin
(Lorenzo's POV)The realization that I was being played—that my single-minded focus on Amelia was blinding me to Matteo's broader power grab—was a humiliation that cut deeper than any blade. I had become the distraction. I, Lorenzo Valenti, had been reduced to a pawn in my own war, led around by the nose by the very woman I was trying to corner.The fury that followed was cold and sharp, a tool to be wielded, not a fire to be unleashed. I called Marco to my study, the maps of the city spread before us like a patient etherized upon a table."Enough," I said, my voice flat, devoid of the obsessive heat that had fueled me for weeks. "The personal attacks on Eva Rossi cease. Effective immediately."Marco looked at me, surprised. "Don Valenti?""She's a siren song, Marco. And I've been steering my ship directly onto the rocks." I pointed to the territories we had taken from Lombardi, the ones now subtly tinged with Rossi influence. "This is the real battlefield. Not her logistics divisions,












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