Se connecterHana smiled at home with her mother, looking happy after sending out invitations to everyone. Soon, she would be the wife of a wealthy man in this city. She would be respected by everyone, and no one would dare to bully her.
"Mommy knows I'll soon be Mrs. Sanjaya," Hana said happily. Ayu, hearing this, smiled happily. "Of course, I'm very happy because you're marrying a wealthy man. We'll have a party later. It wasn't in vain that I raised you." "Of course. We don't have to rely on Anita's inheritance anymore," Hana said happily. Ayu disagreed. She should still receive her inheritance from the Hartanto family. Of course, she had always been by the old man's side. "No, dear, we must still receive Anita's inheritance, especially since I've worked so hard to get it all." Hana turned to her mother. "Never mind, Mom. The important thing is that I'm now the future daughter-in-law of a wealthy family. So we don't need this wealth anymore." Ayu was still stubborn. She had served here, so at least she should get some of Anita's inheritance. "No, Hana. This isn't enough. You know I've worked hard to stand here and take care of that sick man. I have to have everything too," Ayu said in a tone filled with ambition. She had to get what she wanted. After all, she had been trying to get close to Hartanto and everything, and she wouldn't let it all go to Anita. "Mommy, you forgot, now that Anita's married, she has the right to everything." "Not yet, Hana. She can't have everything yet. Besides, I'm sure Anita's husband is a lie. The proof is that he hasn't shown up for two years," Ayu said to her daughter. Hana thought for a moment; indeed, Anita's husband hadn't shown up either. "But, Mom, that doesn't mean he won't." "He'll show up, huh? I'm not afraid at all if Anita's husband shows up. You saw that woman's wedding photo; her husband is wearing bandages, and he's definitely disabled," Ayu replied. Hana, hearing this, smiled with satisfaction. "Yes, that's right. Anita has a disabled husband, that's why the man she married never appears on the surface." "Now, you're very clever." "Then, I'll force Anita to bring her husband tomorrow to my engagement to Yoga. And then I'll embarrass him," Hana said enthusiastically. Ayu agreed with her daughter's very interesting idea. "Good, Hana. You did everything well. Embarrass him at a public event later." Hana then smiled happily in a place like this. So did Ayo, who would make Anita hated by many people for having a disabled husband. Unbeknownst to them, someone nearby was listening in on their conversation. Apparently, Hana and her mother were very cunning people. **** Meanwhile, elsewhere. Icha had found a document Anita wanted. She immediately walked towards where Anita was. "Excuse me." "Come in." Anita turned to see Icha entering her office. She wondered who it was, but it was Icha. "What's wrong, Icha?" Anita asked. Icha took out the document Anita was looking for. "This is the document you asked for," Icha said. "You got it really fast, Icha," Anita said, praising Icha for her speed and responsiveness. "Yes, I hope this helps," Icha said. Anita finally opened the document Icha had given her. She read it carefully. "There are no adult photos, only childhood photos?" Anita asked after looking carefully. Icha simply lowered her head. "That's all I have, including the data. It's very difficult to uncover their true identities, especially since they have their own, very secretive system. Perhaps to protect their heirs." "Okay, I understand. Thank you for your hard work." Anita then returned her attention to someone not far from where she was. She hadn't expected anything from this. Anita turned to Icha. "They're two different people." "Yes, Prawira is the son of the late Marwan. Prayoga is the son of Mr. Umar. Coincidentally, Mr. Marwan and Umar are brothers, and the company is now held by Mr. Umar and his son, Prayoga," Icha explained. Anita began to process everything. "So where did Prawira go? Shouldn't he be the owner of the company, since he's Mr. Marwan's son?" Icha shook her head, "I don't know either. The matter of their heirs has always been secretive." "I think something's strange. There must be something wrong with Prawira. It's impossible for him to just let it go." Icha turned to Anita again. "Or maybe he didn't want to be matched with you, so he withdrew from the inheritance. That's usually how it is, isn't it?" "You've been watching too many dramas, Icha. Try to investigate the truth. What's the reason Prawira disappeared? Where is he really?" Anita asked. Icha took a deep breath; this time she had another mission: to investigate the missing Prawira. "Okay, Anita, I'll look for him." Icha simply told Anita. Until Anita opened her phone and read a message from someone. [I'm going back to Indonesia]. Anita smiled as she read the message. Icha, seeing this, became curious, especially considering Anita's strange behavior. "Who's the message from?" "Ah, it's from my husband. He's going back to Indonesia." Icha, hearing that, widened her eyes. "Your husband? The one you've been married to for two years?" Icha asked, surprised. Anita simply nodded, "Yes, his name is Morgan. He's going back to Indonesia." "What does he look like?" Icha asked curiously. Anita herself didn't know what he looked like. "Enough, let's not talk about my husband. You better get to work now. Or I'll fire you!" Anita threatened. "You're no fun, then I'll get to work, bye!" Icha finally decided to leave the room where Anita was. TO BE CONTINUEDHana took Prayoga's hand and led him with her. They both reached the seat where Anita and her husband were sitting."Hello, Anita," Hana greeted.Anita turned to Hana, who was now holding Prayoga's hand affectionately. It seemed she was deliberately showing off to her.Anita extended her hand and congratulated Hana. "Congratulations on your engagement, Hana, and Prayoga."Hana returned the gesture with a glance. "Yes, thank you very much.""Who is she?" Prayoga asked Hana, as this was the first time he had seen her.Anita, hearing this, immediately smiled sarcastically. It seemed Hana had deliberately kept her from telling her."You don't know who I am? Oh, that's natural, it's the first time we've met. Let me introduce myself. My name is Anita Anindya Hartanto."Hearing the surname made Prayoga turn to Hana. "You have a sibling, Hana? Didn't you say you were the Hartanto family's only child?"Prayoga was a little annoyed because he felt he'd been lied to by Hana. Moreover, it turned
Dressing Room – Minutes Before the EventHana stared at her reflection in the large, brightly lit mirror. The luxurious ivory gown draped around her body, giving off a soft glow, complemented by the elegant makeup that accentuated her beauty tonight. However, beneath the satisfied look in her eyes, there lurked a glimmer of ambition."It's done, Sis," the MUA said with a proud smile after applying the final touches to Hana's cheeks."Good," Hana replied curtly. She reached for a small velvet box and opened it, revealing a sparkling gemstone necklace, as if eager to capture the attention of anyone who saw it. She put it around her neck and looked back into the mirror."Tonight... everything will change," she murmured softly.The door suddenly swung open. Prayoga entered with an impatient expression, his face slightly irritated."You're taking too long," he protested.Hana simply turned her head slowly, then stood gracefully. "I was just fixing my makeup. Who told you—" she stopped and
Morgan's black car slowly pulled into the parking lot where the event was taking place. Behind the wheel, his expression remained calm, seemingly unaffected by the formal atmosphere within the grand building.After parking the car, Morgan got out first. With a polite and dignified demeanor, he opened the passenger door. Anita stepped out gracefully, her elegant dress swaying with her steps."Thank you, Morgan," Anita said curtly.Morgan simply nodded slightly. "You're welcome."But before they could walk any further, Anita tugged on his jacket sleeve, stopping him momentarily. "Morgan," her voice was low but firm. "Inside, I want us to look like a real married couple. Don't give them any reason to suspect anything."Morgan glanced at her briefly, before his lips curved into a faint smile. Wordlessly, he wrapped his arm around Anita's waist, pulling her close until she was almost touching."What are you—" Anita choked, her eyes widening as the distance between them evaporated so quickl
"How's my wife?"The deep voice greeted her softly, making Anita stop in her tracks. She turned, and her eyes immediately caught the figure of a sturdy man wearing an elegant black suit. His steps were steady, his leather shoes echoing softly on the marble floor. But what made Anita frown wasn't his model-like appearance, but rather... the plain black mask that still covered half of his face.Her heart clenched for a moment."Why is your face still covered? Isn't... your surgery over?" she asked softly, trying to hold back her disappointment.Morgan—the masked man—was silent for a moment. His wedding ring-wearing fingers clenched slightly. "The surgery is indeed over," he replied.Anita took a deep breath. She stepped closer, the sound of her heels echoing softly in the room."Then why is it covered?" she asked again, this time in a slightly sharper tone. "I want to see your face. At least... I deserve to know who my husband is, don't I?"Understandably, Anita had never seen her husba
Anita stood in front of the full-length mirror in her bedroom. Her elegant evening blue dress fell gracefully along her curves, and her makeup accentuated a beauty she never flaunted casually. Tonight, she wasn't just a guest. She was a symbol of resistance.After ensuring everything was perfect, Anita picked up a small bag that matched her dress. She stepped out of her house and headed for her parked car. She started the engine, and at a moderate speed, she sped off into the darkness.A few minutes later, the car stopped in front of a modest house located some distance from the city center. It was a stark contrast to her luxurious lifestyle. Yet, here, her husband had lived—in a place filled with tranquility and secrecy.Anita got out of the car and looked around. The porch light was dim, but it was enough to make out the figure of a middle-aged man standing in the doorway. His face was friendly, but his eyes held a sharpness that couldn't be ignored."Good evening, son-in-law," the
"What did you find?" Anita asked over the phone."About Prawira, it turns out he's dead."ThrilledAnita was shocked to learn that Prawira, the man she was once engaged to, was dead. How could this be? No media outlets even reported his death. Could this be the reason why the Sanjaya family never exposed their heir?"Dead?" Anita asked again.Anita felt curious after hearing this sad news. Was he murdered? It was certainly a dispute over the inheritance. His fate wasn't much different from hers."Yes, the investigation says he was in an accident two years ago.""An accident?""That's all the information I have. I don't know the rest. Perhaps since Prawira was declared dead, the entire inheritance went to Prayoga, Hana's fiancé. Considering they were part of the same family," Icha explained.Anita, hearing this, smiled meaningfully. "I'm becoming increasingly suspicious that Prawira might have been murdered by Prayoga.""You're right, Anita. I suspect that too." Icha thought for a mome







