Se connecter"Terima aku bekerja di galerimu." "Aku tidak akan mampu membayar mu." "Akan aku berikan trial tiga bulan gratis, kau tidak perlu membayar ku." Chatrine Madison rela melakukan apapun agar bisa masuk dalam kehidupan Liam Conely... Seorang pemuda kampung pemilik galeri perabot kayu yang telah menjerat hatinya sejak mereka bertemu di tengah malam penuh badai.
Voir plusThe night everything began to fall apart smelled like rain and antiseptic.
Hospitals always had that strange scent, a mixture of cleaning chemicals and something heavier that clung to the air like quiet fear. I sat on one of the stiff plastic chairs in the emergency hallway, staring down at the stack of papers resting in my hands.
Medical bills.
Too many of them.
I had counted the total three times already, hoping the number would somehow change if I looked long enough.
Thirty two thousand dollars.
The number felt unreal, like it belonged in someone else's life and not mine.
I rubbed my tired eyes and leaned back against the cold wall behind me. The fluorescent lights above buzzed softly. They made everything look pale and lifeless, including me.
Across from me, my younger brother Liam paced the hallway. His sneakers squeaked every time he turned around. Back and forth. Back and forth.
He had been doing that for the past twenty minutes.
"Did the doctor say when they'll come back?" he asked.
I glanced up at him. His face looked tense and far too worried for a seventeen year old.
"Soon," I said quietly.
It was not the truth.
Doctors always said soon when they did not want to tell you the worst possibilities.
The truth was that our mother had collapsed earlier that afternoon while trying to stand up from the kitchen table. One moment she had been smiling at me, telling me not to worry about the overdue electricity bill. The next moment she was on the floor and Liam was shouting her name.
The ambulance ride had felt like a blur of sirens and panic.
Now we were here.
Waiting.
Waiting had become a terrible habit in the past three months.
Waiting for calls from banks.
Waiting for creditors.
Waiting for news about our father.
The thought of him made my chest tighten.
Three months ago my father had disappeared without warning. One morning he left the house for work like he always did. By evening he was gone.
At first we thought he had been in an accident.
Then the phone calls started.
Banks demanding payment.
Companies claiming he owed them money.
People I had never heard of asking questions about his location.
That was when the truth began to show itself piece by piece.
My father had been drowning in debt.
And he had left all of it behind.
Including us.
Liam stopped pacing and sat beside me.
His voice was low. "Those men came again today."
My fingers tightened around the papers. "Which men?"
"You know which ones." His jaw clenched. "The ones who were asking about Dad."
I did know.
Two men had come to our apartment building that afternoon while I was leaving for work. They had expensive suits and polite smiles, but there had been something wrong in their eyes.
Cold eyes.
One of them had asked if I knew where my father was.
When I told him I did not, he simply nodded and said they would be in touch.
The way he said it had made my skin crawl.
"They won't do anything," I said, trying to sound confident.
Liam looked at me. "How do you know?"
I did not.
But someone in this family had to pretend things would be okay.
My phone buzzed suddenly in my hand.
My heart jumped before I could stop it.
Hope can be dangerous when life keeps proving you wrong.
Maybe the bank had approved the emergency loan I applied for.
Maybe my old boss had reconsidered after firing me last week.
Maybe something good had finally happened.
I looked down at the screen.
Unknown number.
The hope faded instantly.
I hesitated before answering. "Hello?"
A man's voice came through the speaker.
Cold and calm.
"Miss Ava Bennett."
It was not a question.
"Yes," I said cautiously.
"Your father owes our company a significant amount of money."
My stomach tightened.
"I have already explained this," I replied carefully. "I do not know where he is."
There was a short pause on the other end of the line.
"That is unfortunate," the man said.
His tone remained calm, almost polite.
"But his debts still exist."
"My father's debts are not mine," I said.
"Legally, perhaps not."
His voice lowered slightly.
"But debts have a way of returning to family members."
A chill slid down my spine.
"Are you threatening me?"
"I am informing you," he replied.
The calmness in his voice made it worse.
"If the debt is not repaid within seventy two hours, we will begin collecting it through other means."
My heart pounded.
"You cannot do that."
"We can do many things, Miss Bennett."
The call ended before I could respond.
I slowly lowered the phone.
Liam watched me with concern. "Who was it?"
I forced a weak smile. "Wrong number."
Another lie.
I was starting to hate how easily they came.
The emergency room doors opened at that moment.
A doctor stepped into the hallway, scanning the room until his eyes landed on us.
"Miss Bennett?"
I stood immediately. "Yes."
Liam stood beside me.
The doctor approached with a serious expression that made my chest tighten again.
"I am afraid your mother's condition has worsened," he said gently.
My heart skipped.
"We need to perform surgery tonight."
Relief rushed through me so quickly it almost made me dizzy.
"Then do it," I said.
The doctor hesitated.
There it was.
The moment when hope turns complicated.
"There is a financial authorization required before we can proceed," he explained.
My throat went dry. "How much?"
He glanced down at the tablet in his hand.
"Thirty two thousand dollars."
The same number sitting in the bills on my lap.
For a moment I could not speak.
"I am working on it," I said quietly.
The doctor gave me an apologetic look.
"I am sorry, Miss Bennett. Hospital policy requires payment before the surgery."
He nodded politely and walked away.
Just like that.
The hallway suddenly felt much colder.
Liam stared at me. "What does that mean?"
My voice felt stuck in my throat.
Without the money, the surgery would not happen.
Without the surgery, my mother might not survive.
I looked down at my phone again, my mind racing through every possible solution.
There were none.
My phone buzzed once more.
Another message from an unknown number.
I opened it slowly.
One sentence appeared on the screen.
I can solve your problems, Ava Bennett.
Below the message was an address.
And a name.
My breath caught when I read it.
Ethan Vale.
The billionaire.
The most powerful man in the city.
A man whose name appeared in newspapers almost every week.
Successful.
Ruthless.
Untouchable.
I stared at the message for a long moment.
Why would a man like that contact me?
Nothing about this made sense.
Yet my mother was lying in a hospital room down the hall, waiting for a surgery we could not afford.
Sometimes life pushes you toward choices you never imagined making.
I slowly stood up.
Liam looked at me. "Where are you going?"
I slipped the phone into my pocket.
"To fix this," I said quiet
ly.
Even though I had no idea what fixing it would cost me.
Outside the hospital, the rain had started falling harder.
I stepped into the cold night and looked at the address again.
Ethan Vale.
For some reason, I had a feeling that meeting him was about to change everything.
BAB 126 HARI BAHAGIALangit Washington cerah tanpa serabut awan. Di kawasan elit Medina, tempat hunian para miliuner dan pejabat tinggi, udara musim panas terasa lembut. Di tepi danau yang tenang, rumah keluarga Madison tampak berdiri anggun dengan halaman hijau luas, berpadu pemandangan tepian danau yang berkilau memantulkan cahaya matahari akhir musim panas.Hari itu bakal menjadi momen bersejarah bagi awal hidup Liam dan Chatrine. Pesta pernikahan sederhana seperti yang diinginkan Chatrine. Hanya untuk keluarga dan orang-orang terdekat. Meski demikian setiap sudut taman dipersiapkan dengan penuh kesempurnaan dan cinta.Barisan kursi tamu tersusun rapi di antara hamparan rumput, menghadap ke altar kecil yang terbuat dari kayu halus, kayu pilihan yang dikerjakan sendiri oleh Liam. Sebuah simbol sederhana namun sarat makna. Hasil kerja keras dari tangan pria yang membangun hidupnya dari bawah.Bunga peoni, lily, dan mawar putih berbaris di jalan setapak menuju altar. Aroma wangi laven
BAB 125 SALING MENERIMATerlepas dari apapun kesalahan yang pernah terjadi antara Liam dan Evanka. Bagi Liam mereka tetap tidak pernah terlibat perasaan emosional romantis, kecuali sebagian orang tua untuk putra meraka berdua.Jika sekarang Liam ingin buru-buru menikahi Chatrine dan mengatakannya di hadapan Evanka. Seharusnya hal tersebut juga bukan masalah. Liam tetap akan bertanggungjawab pada putranya dan tidak pernah menyesali keberadaan Evan di antara mereka bertiga.Evanka adalah wanita yang akan tetap Liam hormati sebagai ibu dari putranya.Chatrine adalah wanita yang Liam cintai dan ingin dia nikahi untuk seumur hidup.Evan tetap darah daging Liam, tidak akan berkurang sedikitpun cinta dan tanggung jawab Liam karena sebuah pernikahan yang suci.******Malam itu meja makan keluarga Conelli diselimuti kehangatan lampu temaram dan aroma daging panggang yang memenuhi udara. Dari luar jendela purnama berpendar bulat sempurna dengan cahaya emas, menambah kesan damai di rumah tua it
BAB 124 EVANKA DATANG LEBIH DULUSore itu, langit Canterbury tampak hangat berwarna keemasan. Angin musim panas berhembus lembut, membawa aroma mawar dan roti panggang dari dapur Isabel. Di dalam rumah, wanita itu sedang bersenandung kecil sambil menata meja makan. Ia tengah memasak beberapa hidangan kesukaan Liam, ayam panggang, kentang lembut, dan salad dengan saus lemon segar.“Ah, andai Liam cepat pulang,” gumamnya, tersenyum kecil sambil menaruh lilin di tengah meja.Suara deru mobil di depan rumah membuatnya menoleh. Isabel menyeka tangannya di celemek dan berjalan ke teras, mengira itu putranya. Tapi yang muncul di balik pagar bukanlah Liam.“Evanka?” suaranya terdengar kaget, nyaris tercekat.Wajahnya langsung berubah cerah begitu melihat sosok bocah kecil yang berdiri di sisi Evanka. “Oh, Evan! Cucuku sayang!”Evan berlari kecil ke arah neneknya. “Nana!” serunya gembira.Isabel menunduk, memeluk bocah itu erat-erat. “Ya Tuhan, kamu tumbuh makin besar saja, Nak. Lihat, pipimu
BAB 123 SEBUAH KEJUTANLangit Canterbury mulai tenggelam di balik warna senja. Jalanan desa itu berlapis cahaya keemasan yang lembut, menciptakan pemandangan yang tenang dan penuh nostalgia. Burung-burung kembali ke sarangnya, dan dari kejauhan, aroma roti hangat dari rumah-rumah tua mulai merebak bersama angin yang sejuk.Daun-daun maple bergoyang lembut di halaman rumah keluarga Conelli, bergemerisik tertiup angin musim panas. Dari dapur, aroma mentega yang meleleh di atas wajan menyatu dengan wangi rosemary dan ayam panggang.Isabel bersenandung pelan mengikuti irama lagu lawas yang diputar dari radio tua di sudut meja. Suaranya lembut, kadang serak, namun menghangatkan seperti senja itu sendiri. Ia mengenakan apron bergambar bunga lavender, tampak sibuk di meja dapur, sesekali mengaduk saus, lalu menata piring di atas meja makan dengan penuh semangat.Di atas meja makan, sudah tertata rapi beef stew, kentang tumbuk, dan wafel keju kesukaan Liam. Isabel bahkan membuat puding roti k












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