LOGINSoraya Estenne hidup dalam bayang-bayang diplomasi. Sebagai istri seorang diplomat berpengaruh, ia telah belajar bertahan dalam dunia yang penuh senyum palsu, pesta resmi, dan rahasia yang harus ia kubur dalam-dalam. Hingga suatu malam, segalanya runtuh. Nama Soraya terseret dalam skandal penggelapan dana bantuan internasional. Rekening pribadinya menjadi bukti utama, dan seluruh dunia menatapnya dengan tuduhan. Damien Vargan adalah satu-satunya pengacara yang bisa menyelamatkannya. Pria yang reputasinya sekuat tatapannya, yang memenangkan kasus paling mustahil dan menghancurkan lawan-lawannya tanpa berkeringat. Mereka hanya perlu bekerja sama. Menjaga jarak. Tetap profesional. Tapi setiap pertemuan larut malam di ruang strategi, setiap argumen tajam, setiap tatapan yang terlalu lama, menarik mereka semakin dalam ke dalam permainan berbahaya. Mereka harus memilih… menyelamatkan reputasi, atau membakar segalanya demi Skandal terlarang yang tak pernah mereka rencanakan.
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My life was changing and no matter how hard I tried to convince myself that I should accept it for my mother’s happiness, I just couldn’t bring myself to. It was only this morning that she had told me she would be remarrying. She hadn’t even said who the man was. I refused. I protested. I told her how content I was living with just her even though my life had been anything but happy since my father’s death years ago. Still, she said nothing to soothe me. She didn’t even promise to call off the mating ceremony. The cold evening breeze brushed against my skin as I stood before Maddox’s house, breathing in the faint scent of the flowers that lined his front yard. Maddox and I had been together for years, since college. But since our graduation last month, we hadn’t seen each other once. I had come here because this was the only place I could think of that still felt safe. The only place I thought I could find comfort, something I hadn’t felt since my mother’s announcement. The idea of having a stepfather, or worse, step-siblings, was something I hadn’t even begun to process. When I reached Maddox’s door, it was locked. But I didn’t panic. I still had the spare key one of his friends had given it to me a month ago. Since I hadn’t returned it, I used it to let myself in. I told myself I’d wait inside until he came back. Anything was better than going home. Home wasn’t home anymore. The moment I stepped inside, I noticed the lights were still on. I brushed it off, maybe Maddox had forgotten to turn them off before leaving. But just as I was about to settle into a chair, I heard a sound. A loud, breathless moan. I turned toward the television, thinking maybe that was where it came from, though I was sure it had been off. It was completely off yet the sound came again, louder this time. My heart began to pound. Following the sound up the stairs, I hesitated when I reached his bedroom door. My hands trembled as I reached for the knob, still trying to convince myself I was imagining things, that maybe I had the wrong room and that this wasn’t what I thought. But I wasn’t wrong. Tired of standing there, tired of pretending, I pushed the door open. Maddox was driving himself into a woman sprawled on his bed, her moans echoing through the room thick with the stench of sweat and sex. “Maddox?” I managed to whisper, my voice cracking with disbelief, every part of me freezing in place as I stared at the scene before me, the kind of betrayal I never thought I’d witness with my own eyes. He didn’t move at first, frozen in place, but when he realized that the voice had come from me which I was certain was what happened, he quickly pulled away from the woman beneath him. And that was when I saw her face clearly. Elara. My best friend. For a moment, my world stood still. “Sienna, it’s not what you think!” Maddox stammered, scrambling to cover himself with the bedsheet like that would somehow fix the filth I had just seen. His voice shook, desperate and pathetic. I didn’t wait to hear more. I didn’t care what lies he had lined up. I turned and bolted out of the room, my chest tight, tears stinging at the corners of my eyes. I was almost down the stairs and ready to escape the house that now reeked of betrayal when his hand shot out and caught my wrist. He yanked me back roughly, still holding the sheet around his waist with his other hand. “Come on, listen to me, Sienna!” he barked, as if shouting would make his words matter. “Listen to you?” I rasped, my voice trembling as I turned to glare at him. “Listen to what, exactly?” I added, forcing steel into my tone even though the tears threatened to spill. “It was a mistake!” he snapped, jaw tightening. “Everyone makes mistakes! Don’t tell me you’re going to throw away our four years together because of one stupid mistake from me. We’ve been together too long for that!” “Oh, wow,” I scoffed, shaking my head in disbelief. “It’s nice to know you actually remember how long we’ve been together. Almost four years, right? You, who never remembered a single anniversary. I was always the one reminding you, Maddox.” I let out a bitter laugh. “And after four years, this is what you call a mistake? Sleeping with Elara—my best friend?” “Stop trying to make this a big issue, Sienna!” he growled. “It’s not! Everyone sleeps around. I only did it so we’d last longer, so I wouldn’t get bored of you and have to dump you. Why can’t you understand that?” For a second, I almost laughed. The sheer absurdity of his words was beyond comprehension. I couldn’t even respond. Instead, I yanked my wrist free from his grip and turned toward the door, determined not to give him the satisfaction of seeing me break down. “It’s not like I’ve done anything wrong!” he called after me, his voice sharp and cruel. “I’ve been with you for four years! How many wolves would put up with someone like you?” I froze. Slowly, I turned back to face him. “And what exactly do you mean by that?” He scoffed, his lips curling into that arrogant smirk I used to find charming. “Just look at yourself, Sienna. Do you really think you’re worthy of me? Back at school, you were nothing but the pathetic girl no one wanted to talk to. I was kind enough to make you mine. Do you even realize that?” He laughed bitterly. “I stayed because of the great sex, Sienna. That’s all. You should be grateful. What other wolf would waste four years on a weak, wolfless omega like you?” Each word cut deeper than the last, slicing through the remnants of whatever love I thought I had left for him until all that remained was silence, fury and the cold realization that the person I’d loved had never seen me as anything more than his charity case. I didn’t let him finish before my palm connected with his face, the sound of the slap echoing through the room like a gunshot. Tears blurred my vision, but I didn’t stop to see his reaction. Without wasting another second, I turned and bolted for the door, my chest tight and my breath ragged. I left his key behind where it belonged, refusing to carry another reminder of him. My feet carried me faster than my thoughts could form, as though I could outrun the ache clawing inside me. Each step away from that place felt like I was tearing free from every lie he had wrapped around me. Four years. Four good years of my life wasted on Maddox. Four years of trust, loyalty and foolish hope. And to think I had truly believed we were meant to be. That the Moon Goddess herself had tied our fates together. I had been so sure that if he’d asked me to be his mate on our fourth anniversary, I would’ve said yes without hesitation. I would have given him everything. Who knew that all this time, I had been nothing more than a pastime to him? Who knew how long this betrayal had been unfolding right under my nose, while I was too blinded by love to see it?Malam ini rumah terasa terlalu sunyi. Soraya duduk di ruang keluarga, tangan terlipat di pangkuan, menatap layar televisi yang menyiarkan siaran langsung wawancara eksklusif George Estenne.Studio berita tampak elegan, pencahayaannya sempurna. George duduk tegap, setelan diplomatiknya tanpa cela, wajahnya memancarkan ketenangan. Soraya bisa mendengar bisik-bisik tim produksi sebelum kamera mulai merekam.“Selamat malam, Tuan Estenne,” sapa pewawancara dengan nada hormat. “Terima kasih sudah hadir di tengah situasi yang sedang memanas ini.”George mengangguk sopan. “Terima kasih sudah mengundang saya. Ini kesempatan untuk menjelaskan kepada publik.”Pertanyaan pertama langsung dilontarkan. “Ada banyak spekulasi tentang mengapa dana bantuan internasional itu bisa masuk ke rekening pribadi istri Anda. Bagaimana penjelasan Anda?”George menarik napas perlahan, menatap kamera dengan sorot mata tenang. “Pertama-tama, saya ingin mengatakan bahwa kami sepenuhnya bekerja sama dengan pihak berw
Pagi itu, ruang konferensi di kantor Damien terasa seperti panggung perang. Map berisi pernyataan media sudah tersusun rapi di meja. Soraya berdiri di sudut ruangan, memandangi layar televisi yang menyiarkan ulang cuplikan konferensi pers kemarin. Suaranya sendiri terdengar asing di telinga, kaku, seperti orang yang sedang belajar membaca.Pintu terbuka. George masuk, setelan diplomatiknya sempurna, dasinya senada dengan saku jas. Tatapannya dingin namun senyumnya tetap ramah. “Bagaimana perkembangan istriku?” tanyanya ringan, seolah ini hanya rapat santai.Damien menoleh, bersandar pada meja dengan tangan terlipat di dada. Sorot matanya dingin tapi sedikit menyeringai. “Perkembangan?” Ia mendengus pendek. “Istrimu cukup payah. Untuk membuatnya mengatakan satu kalimat dengan tegas saja butuh keringat berliter.”Soraya terperangah. Darahnya berdesir panas, bukan hanya karena kata-kata Damien, tapi karena nada suaranya yang begitu santai seakan ia sedang membicarakan seseorang yang tid
Soraya duduk di ujung ranjang, gaunnya belum berganti. Matanya terpaku pada jam dinding yang jarumnya mendekati angka delapan. Baru saat itu ia teringat janji dengan Damien. Malam ini mereka seharusnya bertemu untuk latihan pernyataan media, menyiapkan strategi untuk konferensi berikutnya. Dadanya sesak.Ia meraih ponsel, ingin mengetik pesan, tetapi pintu kamar terbuka. George Estenne berdiri di ambang pintu. Senyum hangatnya seharusnya menenangkan, tetapi Soraya justru semakin tegang.“Kau belum ganti baju?” tanya George, suaranya terdengar lembut, seperti biasa.Soraya berdiri cepat. “Aku… baru ingat. Aku ada janji dengan Damien malam ini. Kami harus latihan…”Adrian menghentikan langkahnya, lalu tersenyum lebih lebar. “Tenang saja. Kau bisa menemuinya setelah makan malam. Damien tidak akan pergi ke mana-mana.”“Tapi ini penting. Dia bilang…”“Tidak ada tapi,” potong George, suaranya tetap tenang tapi tajam. “Kita belum makan bersama ejak siang. Duduklah bersamaku. Kita makan seper
Lampu kamera berkilat-berkilat seperti badai petir. Dari balik tirai, Soraya melihat siluet wartawan yang bergerombol, suara mereka riuh, memanggil-manggil namanya, nama suaminya, bahkan nama negara tempat ia lahir. Tangannya dingin dan basah.Ia menarik napas panjang, mencoba mengingat setiap kata yang Damien latih semalam. Tapi kepalanya penuh dengan suara—suara komentar berita, suara tetangga diplomat yang menatapnya dengan iba, bahkan suara suaminya yang berkata, “Damien Vargan akan membersihkan nama kita. Kau hanya perlu percaya padanya.”Pintu belakang panggung terbuka. Damien masuk dengan langkah mantap, jas hitamnya sempurna, dasi gelap rapi di leher. Soraya mendongak, dan untuk sesaat, ketakutannya mereda hanya karena tatapan itu, tajam, dingin, namun entah bagaimana menenangkan.“Kau siap?” suara Damien rendah, nyaris berbisik.Soraya menelan ludah. “Aku… aku tidak tahu.”Damien berhenti hanya beberapa inci darinya. Bau aftershave-nya yang segar menembus kepanikan Soraya. Ia
Hujan mengetuk kaca gedung pencakar langit malam itu, membuat lampu kota tampak seperti noda cahaya yang berlarian. Soraya Estenne berdiri di depan pintu kaca berukir nama DAMIEN VARGAN & ASSOCIATES, menahan napas. Tangannya sedikit gemetar, entah karena udara dingin atau karena namanya baru saja menjadi headline di seluruh media internasional.Ia mengetuk sekali.“Masuk,” suara bariton terdengar dari dalam, dalam dan berwibawa, seolah ia sudah tahu siapa yang datang.Soraya mendorong pintu, melangkah masuk. Ruangan itu besar, elegan, dengan dinding kaca menghadap kota. Di balik meja kayu gelap, Damien Vargan duduk santai, jasnya masih rapi meski hari sudah larut. Tatapannya langsung mengunci pandangannya pada Soraya.Beberapa saat ia memperhatikan Soraya, jelas perhatian tersebut tertuju pada lekuk tubuh Soraya. Menggiurkan.“Madame Estenne,” katanya, pelan tapi cukup membuat udara di ruangan terasa lebih padat. “Duduk.”Soraya melangkah, tumit sepatunya terdengar terlalu keras di la
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