LOGIN"So, you came?" Mr. Jefri's voice echoed from the end of the hallway.I remained in the living room, staring toward the source of the sound. A few seconds later, Mr. Jefri appeared. He was wearing a dark, silk kimono pajama set. He left the chest area open, as if intentionally leaving his top untied to show off his muscular physique."Didn't you say you would never want to see me again?" he said, walking toward me.I glanced behind him, worried that Dita might appear, but the room was empty. Mr. Jefri was in this house alone. This meant he had intentionally ignored my calls and messages, not because Dita was present. He was acting this way as if to prove his point that I would inevitably come looking for him, even if my heart resisted."Why didn't you answer my calls?"He stood directly in front of me, standing tall. He brushed the pajama top covering his chest aside with an arrogant air, then slid both hands into his pockets."I didn't feel there was anything to discuss. So, why shou
I stood up abruptly, startled. Mother did the same; she stood frozen for a few seconds, staring at the form. Tears fell, dampening the paper in her hand. She wiped them away and then, with a trembling hand, signed the surgery consent form."Please save my husband, Doctor," Mother’s voice wavered as she handed the form back."I will do everything in my power, Ma'am."From inside the room, several nurses pushed Father’s gurney toward the operating theater. The wheels squeaked loudly, and the nurses’ faces looked panicked as they rushed him through. Mang Ujang and I followed behind, while Mother walked alongside the gurney, crying and whispering into Father’s ear, "Pa... stay strong. You have to wake up and get better soon.""I’m sorry, Ma'am. Please wait outside," the doctor requested as we reached the entrance to the operating theater."Pa..." Mother sobbed as soon as the doors closed.I approached her and hugged her to calm her down. "Mom... please, try to stay strong..."Suddenly, Mo
"Do you realize that your mistake this time is fatal, Erika?" Father asked, his expression rigid.I could see the immense anger in his face, yet he tried to contain it—perhaps because he had given up on my attitude, which always disappointed him. My lips were sealed; I could only look down as tears streamed down my face. Internally, I thought, Forgive me, Father. I have become a useless child."The reporters have managed to track down your identity. They even openly mentioned the name of my company."Father's voice sounded somewhat raspy. It wasn't just emotion; I knew there was a deep wound in his heart that he couldn't express to me."Do you know the consequences of your actions?!" Father's tone rose. I remained looking down, wringing my fingers. "My company collapsed overnight. Share prices plummeted, and shareholders have been scrambling to sell their stakes!"I instantly lifted my face and stared at Father, my eyes wide. I hadn't expected the impact to be this severe. Father's fa
Mr. Jefri stepped closer, narrowing the distance between us. "I helped you so you wouldn't be expelled. Don't you think I deserve a token of appreciation?"My suspicion was correct. Mr. Jefri had intentionally let today’s events unfold so that I would remain tied to him."What do you want? For me to serve your sexual needs?" I asked with a cynical tone. I stepped forward, closing the gap between us. "Is sex all you ever think about?"My tears spilled over, my lips trembling as I held back the sobs that kept escaping. "You have no idea how devastated I am today!"My voice caught in my throat. I clenched my fists to suppress my emotions while glaring at him with pure hatred. "I promise, I never want to see you again!"I slung my bag over my shoulder and left him after grabbing my thesis manuscript from the table."You won't be able to run from my life." Mr. Jefri’s cold voice rang out, halting my steps. "No matter how much time passes, you will always come back to me... even if your hea
My body froze instantly. For a few seconds, I couldn't even breathe from the sheer shock."N-no, Ma'am. I... I didn't do that," I replied, my voice stuttering.I hadn't plagiarized as the department head accused. I had simply trusted Roy's associate and asked him to compile a high-quality thesis. Could Dicky have deceived me?"The proof is clear, Erika." The department head stepped toward me. She placed a black-bound manuscript on my desk and opened it. "Please, read this."I read chapter three of that manuscript and compared it to mine. Instantly, my head felt as if it had been struck by a boulder, and my body was paralyzed. For a few seconds, my breath seemed trapped in my lungs. It's impossible... why is the content of chapter three so identical? I thought in disbelief.I opened the next chapter and compared them again. This time, my shock was even greater. The research results—the diagrams and the excerpts of interviews with market vendors—were exactly the same.My body slumped ag
My eyes widened instantly. Could Father be suspicious of something?No. I was certain he didn't know the thesis I had prepared was not my own work. Only Roy and I knew that. Perhaps Father was simply feeling worried.I quickly broke into a smile, then answered Father’s question with full confidence. "Of course not, Dad. Erika is being honest. This time, I’m sure I’ll pass with a satisfying grade."Mother gently patted my head, smiling. "I’m praying that your exam tomorrow goes smoothly.""Thank you, Mom..."Father tapped my shoulder with a thin smile. "In that case, I’ll pray that your exam goes well, too."I just nodded, smiling back at them. This time, I promised myself that I would work hard to pass and would never disappoint them again. Once I graduated, I didn't want to be trapped in Mr. Jefri's obsession anymore. Gradually, I would distance myself from him and help Father at the company."Alright, go ahead and continue your studying," Father requested."Yes, Dad..." I nodded, th
I froze upon hearing Father's suspicion. However, I immediately embraced him tighter to distract him so he wouldn't become more suspicious."Dad, why are you always suspicious of me?""Because you have a rebellious streak," Father said, pinching my nose. "It's highly likely you've disobeyed me agai
With a panic-stricken pace, I grabbed my phone, which was lying on the study desk. My hands trembled as I opened social media and typed "Roy" into the search bar. As it turned out, Dita was right; the video of the moment Roy declared his love for me at the festival had gone viral, appearing under v
"Erika... that’s not what I meant," Dita said, touching my thigh, as if to emphasize that I had misunderstood her. "This isn't about me; it's about you."I brushed her hand away with a cold stare, then moved from my chair to stand before the window, gazing blankly toward the swimming pool. "I know
I shoved Mr. Jefri away and retorted in a sharp tone, "You have no right to force me!"He smirked and stepped closer, pressing his body against mine while staring at me coldly. "I'm not forcing you, but you have no other choice.""What is that supposed to mean?" I asked, my brow furrowed.Mr. Jefri







