LOGINThe living room of the main Herdian family estate grew much quieter after Reza Pratama—with his bruised face and torn lip—was ordered by Doni to leave the premises immediately.The lingering tension that had previously scorched the air shifted into a rigid, oppressive silence.Doni Herdian and Bastian Wijaya now sat facing each other on classic black leather sofas. Across from them, Siska Herdian and Talita sat side by side, watching the interaction between the two most powerful men in the city with bated breath.Doni broke the silence first. Crossing his legs, he glared at Bastian with eagle-sharp eyes that harbored years of lingering hostility."I do not like the way you entered my house, Bastian!" Doni said in a heavy, authoritative tone. "Causing a ruckus, beating up my prospective son-in-law, and acting as though you own this place. That is completely out of line!"Without showing a single flicker of fear, Bastian met the gaze with his head held high. He remained unfazed by the s
Talita Herdian stepped outside looking breathtaking.She wore an elegant A-line midi dress paired with a neatly tailored off-white blazer that radiated high-class aura alongside the firm authority of a great clan’s heir.Her long, glossy black hair was styled in a flawless high ponytail, accentuating her slender neck.However, Talita’s footsteps came to an abrupt halt, and her expression—previously calm—instantly grew rigid, filled with utter disgust.Just as she was about to step toward her sports car to visit Bastian Wijaya, a luxury sedan she knew all too well pulled up right beside her vehicle.The door opened, and out emerged Reza Pratama.The man hurried over to Talita, flashing the warmest smile he had always used to deceive her."Talita, my love!" Reza greeted in a feigned, gentle voice, trying to reach for the girl's hand. "Where are you going so early in the morning? Why didn't you let me know?"Talita immediately stepped back. She crossed her arms over her chest, glaring at
Hendra Pratama’s study on the top floor of the Pratama family mansion looked grand and luxurious. The interior design combined minimalist modern elements with touches of expensive dark teak wood, creating a cold, rigid atmosphere overflowing with power. Behind a large desk made of black marble, Hendra sat with an upright posture, while his wife, Maya Pratama, stood anxiously near the large window overlooking the city skyline outside. However, the tranquility of the room was instantly shattered the moment Reza stepped inside with a haggard expression and suppressed anger. Without needing to wait long, Reza immediately recounted the incident that had just befallen him at the Herdian family residence. The news left both of his parents utterly shocked. Hendra and Maya’s faces instantly tensed up, scarcely believing what they had just heard from the lips of their only son. Maya Pratama, a middle-aged woman with an elegant appearance and diamond jewelry adorning her fingers, gasped i
Doni and Siska tried to persuade their daughter to open the door and talk about the chaos that had just unfolded, but Talita refused to budge. Realizing that her daughter needed time alone to calm her emotions, Siska and Doni eventually decided to drop the matter for the time being and return later. Inside the bedroom, Talita walked slowly toward the large mirror with an ornate gold frame in the corner of the room. She stood there, staring at her own reflection with a bated breath. The figure looking back at her from the mirror was a miracle almost too difficult for her mind to comprehend. It was vastly different—completely stark—from the vision of her future self when she lived in misery as the wife of Reza Pratama. Standing before her now was a twenty-two-year-old girl with breathtaking beauty. Her skin looked clear, fresh, and flawlessly radiant. There were no longer any traces of bluish bruises, no more slash wounds, and no more marks of brutal beatings anywhere on her bod
Doni and Siska froze upon hearing their daughter's decision, while Reza stood in the middle of the room, looking annoyed yet bewildered by Talita's attitude. The man’s jaw tightened, and the veins at his temples throbbed violently as he suppressed a surging rage that was on the verge of exploding. The blatant insult and physical assault he had just received from Talita completely shattered his pride as a man. Even so, Reza’s cunning instincts quickly took over. He realized that reckless actions would destroy the grand plan he had spent years crafting to tear down the Herdian dynasty. To protect his position and advance his goals, he needed to put his hypocritical mask back on immediately. Moving slowly, Reza straightened his slightly wrinkled shirt, which had been ruffled during Talita's outburst. His lips, which had just been trembling with fury, were forced into an understanding smile. The man stepped closer to Talita, then gently reached out to grab her arm as if nothing te
Talita quickly opened the door, revealing Siska Herdian standing with a warm smile. Without wasting a second, Talita immediately hugged her mother with overwhelming longing. Talita’s eyes glistened as she gazed at the woman she missed the most—the woman who, in her past life, had died so tragically at the hands of her own husband. "Mother... Mother... Oh, God, I missed you so much..." Talita sobbed incoherently, clutching Siska’s body so tightly as if terrified that maut would tear her mother away from her again. Siska was stunned, bewildered by her daughter's hysterical reception. She let out a small, gentle laugh, trying to loosen the tight embrace while stroking Talita's hair affectionately. "What is this, my love? Why are you crying this hard?" Siska asked in a soft tone. "How could you miss me this much when we just finished having dinner together two hours ago before you went up to your room because you were tired?" Talita couldn't explain why she was acting this way; the y







