Mag-log inSeveral months had passed since the storm of their lives had finally subsided, and the city felt different to Vania and Arga. The tall buildings still towered as before, the streets remained bustling, but for them, the world had found a calmer rhythm.On the balcony of Arga’s apartment that morning, they stood side by side, watching the sunrise reflect off the distant river. A gentle breeze carried the aroma of coffee from a nearby café.“This feels strange,” Vania said, taking a deep breath. “After everything… to be able to sit here, without fear, without the shadows of the past lurking.”Arga smiled, wrapping his arms around her waist. “I know. I feel it too. We’ve made it through everything—slander, threats, manipulation… and we’ve come out stronger.”Vania turned to him, her eyes glistening. “I never thought I could find this kind of peace. I… I feel free, Arga. Free from all the pressure.”“Freedom is worth fighting for,” Arga said softly. “And I’m grateful we faced it all togeth
The morning sun barely touched the city skyline when Vania awoke to the sound of her phone buzzing incessantly. Notifications flooded the screen—social media posts, news alerts, and messages from concerned colleagues.“Arga…” she whispered, her voice tight. “He’s… he’s started again.”Arga, already dressed, rushed to her side. “Show me.”Vania handed him the phone. Headlines screamed with manipulated photos, fabricated stories, and twisted rumors about their relationship and Arga’s company. It was Devandra’s first wave.Arga’s jaw clenched. “This ends today,” he muttered. He grabbed his coat and phone. “We’re not letting him get away with this.”---Across the city, Devandra watched the chaos unfold from his office. His face was a mask of satisfaction as he observed people questioning Arga and Vania’s credibility. But deep down, a flicker of unease appeared.“They still… stand together,” he murmured, staring at the footage of Vania giving an interview, her voice calm but resolute. “Ho
Devandra paced the floor of his penthouse, the city lights casting jagged shadows across his face. His phone vibrated relentlessly, notifications of social media mentions flashing across the screen. Each post, each tweet, each live coverage headline was a dagger aimed at his pride.“Arga and Vania… standing there like they own the world,” he muttered, teeth clenched. “How dare they—how dare they make me look weak?”One of his assistants, Raga, stepped in cautiously. “Boss… the press conference—it’s trending. People are praising them. The public… they’re on their side.”Devandra’s jaw tightened. He swung around, face twisted with rage. “On their side? No, no! They don’t understand! I can’t let this happen. Arga thinks he’s untouchable, but he doesn’t know what’s coming!”Raga swallowed nervously. “Sir, what do you want me to do? We can control the narrative again… push stories, rumors—”“Rumors? Rumors are weak!” Devandra snapped, slamming his fist on the table. “I need results. I need
The city skyline glimmered under the afternoon sun as Arga and Vania entered the glass-walled conference room. The tension was palpable, the air thick with anticipation. Today, they weren’t hiding. Today, they were taking a stand.“Are you sure about this?” Vania asked, her fingers gripping her notes tightly. She avoided Arga’s eyes for a moment, nerves prickling her skin.Arga placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “I’m sure. We’ve been running for too long. It’s time the world knows the truth. Devandra won’t control us anymore.”Vania exhaled, a mixture of relief and fear. “Okay… let’s do this. Let’s finally put everything on the table.”The press had already started to gather outside. Cameras flashed intermittently as journalists murmured among themselves, anticipation rising like a tide. The first question came even before they took their seats.“Mr. Arga! Miss Vania! Can you confirm the rumors about your relationship?” a reporter shouted, leaning forward eagerly.Arga exchange
Devandra slammed the heavy glass door of his office, the echo bouncing off the polished marble walls like a gunshot. His face was flushed, eyes blazing with a fury that could melt steel. The morning sun streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, but it did nothing to soften the storm raging inside him.“How dare he!” Devandra muttered, pacing the length of the room. His tailored suit clung to him as he moved like a predator circling its prey. “Arga… that boy… he thinks he can defy me? He thinks he can take her from me?”One of his assistants, trembling slightly, cleared her throat. “Sir… I-I heard… about what happened at the Montgomery estate.”Devandra whirled, his dark eyes narrowing. “You heard?” His voice was sharp, almost slicing through the air. “Of course you heard! Everyone knows, because he’s shameless! He flaunted it! He—he… he’s claiming Vania as his own!”He stopped suddenly, fists clenched so tight that his nails dug into his palms. His breathing was uneven, a storm b
Arga sat in his car outside his mother’s estate, gripping the steering wheel until his knuckles whitened. The sun had barely risen, casting a pale glow over the manicured gardens of the sprawling mansion. His heart thumped, a mix of anger, fear, and determination. Today, everything would be exposed.He took a deep breath and stepped out, his tailored suit crisp against the morning air. Every step toward the grand entrance felt heavier than the last. The doors swung open almost immediately, as if his mother had been expecting him.“Arga,” she said smoothly, her tone as icy as the marble floors beneath them. “What an early visit.”He didn’t answer. Instead, he walked past her, straight into the living room where she waited, poised on a velvet chair, fingers interlaced.“Sit,” she commanded, and he obeyed, though his jaw was tight.She leaned forward slightly, her eyes sharp and calculating. “So… you’ve discovered my little arrangement.”Arga’s eyes narrowed. “Arrangement?” He slammed a
Raga’s footsteps echoed steadily down the corridor leading to Devandra’s office. The black folder in his hand felt heavier than usual, as if the papers inside carried the weight of a ticking bomb. He drew in a sharp breath before knocking.“Come in,” Devandra’s voice called—flat, but tinged with al
That night, a light rain fell, making the city streets shimmer beneath the headlights of passing cars. Lyra sat inside her car, parked a few blocks from the safehouse where Arga and his team were hiding. Her hand clutched tightly around an envelope—inside were copies of financial records linking De
That night, Devandra’s headquarters loomed tall, its glass façade glowing defiantly against the dark. The building was still alive despite the late hour—staff hunched over desks, scrambling to close the month-end reports. But on a restricted floor accessible only with high-level ID cards, Lyra move
That night, the safe house Arga had prepared felt unnervingly silent. The living room lamp was left dim, as if allowing exhaustion to linger in the air, too heavy to turn into sleep. Vania curled up on the sofa, her body trembling beneath the blanket pulled up to her neck.Suddenly, she jolted awak







