The Hidden Identity Of MY Contract Husband

"You can't work and control the company unless you get married now."Anita's eyes widened at the words of the lawyer sitting next to her."What?" she asked, as if checking to make sure her ears were still working properly."This is the will given by Mr. Hartanto," the lawyer said, handing Anita a document.Anita hastily opened the document and read its contents. What the lawyer said was true. But this was absolutely ridiculous!The woman took a deep breath. After her father's death, all his assets were controlled by her stepsister and stepmother. Anita was utterly frustrated at not being able to do anything now."Then if you'll excuse me."The lawyer immediately left after handing her the will.Anita read it carefully once more, clenching her fists. After all, her father's assets and her mother's company couldn't fall into the hands of those people!But where was she supposed to find a husband any time soon?!If only her engagement to the son of the Sanjaya family hadn't been canceled

After exchanging vows at the Office of Religious Affairs with Anita, Morgan immediately decided to leave the country."Anwar," Morgan called."Yes, Sir.""You shortened my name on the marriage document, didn't you? Don't mention Prawira because it's very dangerous.""No, Sir, I shortened it to my initials. As per your wishes."Morgan sighed. "Good, make sure my real identity is safe. Because that person is definitely after me now.""Okay," Anwar replied, his head bowed. Then he looked around, making sure the area was safe. "We have to leave now, Young Master," Anwar said."I haven't said goodbye to Anita yet," Morgan replied.Anwar looked at Morgan with pity. However, they couldn't afford to waste any more time.If "that person" saw him and Morgan, it was possible they would do something."The situation isn't safe right now. We have to hurry, Young Master."Morgan clenched his fists tightly. This was all because of that damned cousin of his! He was certain that what had happened to hi

The reflection in the mirror now revealed Morgan's full face. There were no longer any scars that had once changed his life. He stared at his reflection with eyes filled with revenge and determination. Finally, all those wounds were just memories. Now, it was time for him to return. "I'm going back to Indonesia," he murmured softly but sharply, as if each word were a bullet ready to fly. Anita... that woman. Still an unsolved mystery. Even though they were only a contractual husband and wife, Morgan's feelings for Anita were undeniable. He left to heal his physical wounds and his pride, but now... he had returned not only for her, but also to reclaim what was rightfully his. Suddenly, a knock on the door shattered the silence of the luxurious room in the corner of the Swiss hospital. "Excuse me, sir," said a man in a black suit and a wary gaze. Morgan turned quickly. "What's wrong?" "Latest news from Indonesia. Prayoga is getting engaged... to the Hartanto family." Morgan fr

It was beginning to turn dusk when Anita left her office. The sky was red, as if reflecting her finally calm heart. She took a deep breath, enjoying the breeze caressing her face. It had been a rough day, but at least two venomous snakes, as Anita called them, no longer intimidated her.She opened her car door, ready to step inside, when the sound of hurried footsteps stopped her."Anita."Reflexively, she turned. A middle-aged man in a gray suit stood a few meters away. His face was calm, but there were lines of worry at the corners of his eyes."Father-in-law?" Anita tilted her head, surprised. "What are you doing here, Dad?""Can we talk for a moment?"Anwar's tone was calm, but Anita detected a hint of wariness. She raised an eyebrow, considering, but finally nodded. "Okay. Let's go to the garden behind the building. It's quieter there."They walked in silence, only the sound of their shoes bouncing on the tiled floor.The small garden behind the building was silent. Only the gurg

The afternoon sky in Jakarta was overcast, as if holding its breath, welcoming the arrival of someone from the past. At the arrivals terminal of Soekarno-Hatta Airport, a well-built man, dressed in a simple yet classy black suit, exited the immigration gate. His sharp eyes scanned the surroundings, searching for a figure he hadn't seen in a long time.Morgan had finally returned. After years of being missing without a word, he now stood in his homeland, carrying a myriad of wounds and unresolved grudges.Someone was waiting for him in front of the airport—a man in his 60s, dressed modestly, standing beside a nondescript black car. As Morgan approached, the man bowed slightly and opened the car door."Welcome back, Young Master," he said warmly.Morgan entered the car without returning the smile. The car began to slowly drive away from the airport."Don't call me Young Master," Morgan said flatly, yet with emphasis. "Just call me Morgan. We don't want everyone to freak out just because