LOGINLionny offered a lopsided smile. Her heart was thrown into a sudden, gentle turmoil. Stefan was no poet, nor was he the romantic type like some men, but a loyal man of his caliber never lied whenever he spoke from the heart. “Stefan, those were the exact words you said before leaving for Switzerland. They kept me awake for nights. And I don’t want a disaster to strike you after hearing them again. May God always keep you safe.” Stefan locked eyes with Lionny and said, “Pak Anggara informed me that there’s a widowed executive secretary here. I asked him if she’d be willing to become my wife.” “Stefan, stop joking around!” Lionny crossed her arms over her chest. Stefan flashed a crisp smile. “I missed you, Lionny. If you were to submit a proposal—even a thousand of them—the CEO of Nano-ID would approve every single one!” Stefan flashed a playful brow wiggle, hoping to draw a faint smile from Lionny tonight. In truth, Lionny felt weak at the knees, struggling to contain the overwhel
That morning at the Sanjaya Techno office in Surabaya. In a quiet corner of the executive floor, Pak Anggara, the company’s President Director, was conferring with his executive secretary. "Lionny, have you prepared all the documents?" he asked. Lionny nodded briskly. "Yes, everything is completely ready, Sir. The legal team and representatives have been scheduled, and they are expected to arrive right on time." Lionny was focusing entirely on advancing her professional career. Her divorce lawsuit against Erick had been finalized by the courts; she was officially no longer his wife, free from the lingering shadow of that marriage. She had also severed ties with her immediate family back in Jakarta. Despite having exhausted every effort to maintain family harmony and contributing everything she had to her household, the outcome had been utterly hollow—she had remained virtually unappreciated. Lionny didn't lose sleep over the near-bankruptcy of the other six Sanjaya Group entities
For the umpteenth time, Bobby Sanjaya visited the Nano-ID office to complete his daily check-in. This morning, Bobby was accompanied by his prized son, Robert! Stefan was determined to make today the beginning of the story's grand climax. He gathered all the individuals who had once routinely looked down on him. Leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed over his chest, Stefan said coldly, "Hurry up and tell your wife and daughter to come here right now!" he ordered Bobby. Bobby hung his head limply and replied, "They won't be able to get here until a bit later in the morning." Stefan snapped with rising anger. "I want them here right now! Call them immediately! Or do you want me to stop overseeing your company and abandon it to rot, huh?" Bobby’s hands trembled as he hurriedly pulled out his phone from his trousers pocket to call his wife and daughter. About fifteen minutes later, they arrived. Chyntia had reluctantly dropped her household chores, and Luchy was forced to b
As they continued touring the office floors, Stefan stepped closer to Grace and said, "It's been a pleasure having you as a passenger and a secretary." Stefan flashed a crisp smile, nearly chuckling. Grace’s memory drifted back to the past, to the exact moment she first met Stefan. Back then, she had been a passenger hailing an ojol driver, and bizarrely, that very same driver had ended up stepping in to rescue her when she was in a bind. Grace offered a gentle smile in return. "It's been an honor knowing the ojol driver who is now a CEO." She smoothed down the lapels of her sharp black blazer, instinctively tidying her appearance. That simple gesture signaled that she had fully moved on, shedding her romantic crush and pivoting to a genuine, platonic fondness for Stefan. "Look at Martin over there. Handsome and dashing! If anyone dares to flash a flirtatious wink at you now, he'll break that person's leg!" Grace blushed. "What if the person winking at you is you, Stefan?" she tea
Grace began learning to make peace with her heart. Though difficult and heavy, she had to push through and redirect her feelings to where they truly belonged. She was required to maintain absolute professionalism at the office. Therefore, whenever she stood before Stefan, Grace had to stay strong, even though the lingering ache in her chest could not be erased overnight. Stefan apologized to Grace if his attitude all this time had been wrong or failed to meet expectations. Meanwhile, Grace had no choice but to broaden her chest and accept it as she should. Stefan eventually disclosed the whole situation to Pak Arya. True to his pragmatic nature, Pak Arya simply responded with a quiet smile. Pak Arya’s demeanor remained cold when addressing the close dynamic between Stefan and his daughter. He had no grand expectations, and upon learning what had transpired, Pak Arya actually scolded his daughter. Yet, Stefan stepped in to defend Grace. He then pivoted to pitching the arrangement
In the Nano-ID office, specifically inside the secretary’s workspace. For as long as they had known each other, this was the first time Stefan had ever physically touched Grace. To a predatory man, Stefan would have seemed utterly foolish—why not exploit the opportunity for illicit pleasure when a stunning beauty presented herself on a silver platter? Yet, having never fallen into the dark abyss of immorality in his past, Stefan hadn't even entertained the thought of grabbing Grace’s hand, kissing her lips, or inviting her to a hotel room. And yet, a woman like Grace would have gladly laid down her life for him if he so desired. Grace had admired and loved Stefan for a long time. It wasn’t that Stefan was oblivious—no, not at all. Stefan was well aware. But he refused to let himself cross that threshold and throw open the doors of his heart. Stefan had no desire to become trapped in the wrong kind of love. If Grace hadn't been an absolute professional, she probably would have resi







