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Sixty-one

Penulis: Racheal Novella
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-04-26 13:26:04

The day had faded into a canvas of twilight, painting soft shades of gold and lavender across the sky. The evening breeze was cool, brushing gently through the trees, carrying the scent of pine and the quiet hum of promise. Crystal sat alone on the balcony, her arms folded across her chest, her mind replaying every moment of the day from Adrian’s surprising proposal to the distant memory of her parents’ birthday traditions. There was a softness in her gaze, a gentle melancholy. She felt the weight of time and healing.

She didn’t expect to hear footsteps, but she turned when she did—Adrian, standing in the doorway, dressed casually but with a look on his face that made her heart skip.

“Come with me,” he said gently.

Crystal tilted her head. “Where?”

“I just… I want to show you something,” he murmured, not giving much away, his voice filled with something between nerves and certainty. “Wear something comfortable.”

The way he looked at her—intense, unreadable—sent shivers through her che
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  • The Price of His Betrayal    Ninety-Three

    The sun hung gently in the sky over the vibrant city of New York, casting a golden glow across the bustling streets and towering skyscrapers. But tucked within the heart of the city was a quiet haven, a breathtaking aquatic glass dome nestled inside the renowned SeaLife Gallery. It shimmered under the light like a crystal orb, its transparent walls offering a surreal view of vibrant fish swimming freely in sapphire waters. The soft sound of water flowing beneath the glass bridges made the entire place feel like a fantasy far removed from reality.Crystal’s laughter echoed softly within the walls of the aquarium, blending like music with the graceful movements of stingrays and shimmering goldfish. Her face, radiant and glowing, looked more beautiful than ever. Her pale skin had gained a gentle hue again, her cheeks softly flushed, and her full lips stretched into a peaceful, bright smile that hadn't been seen in months.She wore a flowing ivory dress that gently hugged her baby bump,

  • The Price of His Betrayal    Ninety-Two

    The shattered glass, the blood, Christian standing like a storm at the center of it all.“Christian… what happened?”John asked confused.Christian slowly turned to him, eyes bloodshot, jaw clenched. He pointed a trembling hand at the screen.“Watch that. And tell me what you see.”And just like that, the storm was no longer just in Christian’s heart—It had arrived in full force.John stared at the footage, eyes widening with disbelief. He didn’t blink as he watched Hilda inject the substance into Olivia’s IV line.“My God…” he muttered, stepping back. “Christian… I knew she was no good. I always had this gut feeling about her. She was too careful… too rehearsed. Always pretending… always watching. Her ways were never straight.”His voice trembled with suppressed anger. “But to go this far? To hurt your mother? To leave her in that state—?”He turned to Christian, who was now pacing slowly, his bloody hand wrapped in the towel John had just tied around it.“What else did you find?” Jo

  • The Price of His Betrayal    Ninety-One

    Christian stared down at her, his expression unreadable. But something inside him shifted. The cracks were showing. The storm wasn’t over but the wind had changed direction.Christian staggered backward as if the words had physically struck him. His chest heaved. His breath turned shallow. He blinked rapidly, trying to absorb the avalanche of truth that had just spilled from his mother’s lips.His eyes dark and stormy, searched Olivia’s trembling figure as though begging her to take it all back. His brows furrowed in disbelief. His lips parted, but no words came out. Just stunned silence.He placed a hand over his head, ruffling his hair in frustration. A tight sigh escaped his throat as he shook his head, slowly, then faster, like a man trying to shake off a nightmare.His handsome face, usually composed and commanding, was now lost in turmoil. Veins stood out along his neck. His jaw clenched. His whole frame, tall and broad, looked weighed down by invisible chains of confusion, betr

  • The Price of His Betrayal    Ninety

    The cool breeze swept gently across the wide balcony, brushing through Crystal’s soft curls as she sat beside Adrian, their fingers loosely interlocked on the armrest between them. Morning sun filtered through the trees, casting warm golden light over the terrace, where a simple breakfast tray lay half-touched.Adrian leaned back, eyes sparkling with pride as he turned to her. “You know,” he began, his voice smooth with admiration, “I’ve been trying to find the right words all morning, but I think I’ll just say it as it is, my wife is the CEO of Real Estate Management, United States. The whole world saw it last night. And I still can’t get over it.”Crystal blushed and looked down at her lap, brushing a crumb off her dress. “Adrian, don’t exaggerate... I’m just trying to do my best. I want to become a better version of myself, that’s all.”He turned toward her fully now, lifting her chin gently with two fingers. “No, you’re not trying to become anything,” he said firmly, a smile growi

  • The Price of His Betrayal    Eighty-Nine

    The morning sun filtered softly through the velvet curtains of the luxury suite, casting long golden beams across the bed and the marble floor. The silence was peaceful, almost too peaceful.Ilda stood at the large mirror near the window, humming softly to herself as she dabbed foundation on her already glowing skin. Her voice carried a tune of something light and French, sweet like victory and scented with success. Her black silk robe hugged her curves, the belt loosely tied as if she ruled the world now and no longer needed to pretend.On the bed behind her, Christian’s eyes slowly fluttered open.But there was no warmth in them.They didn’t hold the usual sleepy glaze of a man who had just awakened in love. No.His eyes were cold, piercing sharp like glass that had been shattered and put back together with rage.The echoes of last night’s conversation rang in his head like church bells in a storm."He sobbed in my arms, told me I’m the only one left. Can you imagine? Me. The one wh

  • The Price of His Betrayal    Eighty-Eight

    The soft elegance of the hallway whispered wealth. Dim golden lightning danced across the marble floor, bouncing off crystal wall sconces. Ilda’s heels tapped with slow rhythm as she moved down the long corridor. She wore a floor length, silky black trench coat, and beneath it, an oversized cashmere sweater and matching black slacks. Her oversized designer sunglasses still shielded most of her face, though the sun had long set. No one was going to recognize her tonight, not with the care she had taken.She reached Room 509, paused, and sighed with a faint smile. Then knocked, lightly, twice.Christian opened the door almost instantly. His shirt was wrinkled and half unbuttoned, his hair unkempt. The faintest stubble shadowed his jaw. He looked exhausted, defeated… like a man unraveling.“Ilda,” he murmured with the kind of longing reserved for someone you truly believe will save you.She tilted her head sweetly. “Christian,” she said softly, almost singing it as she slid into his arms

  • The Price of His Betrayal    Eighty-Seven

    The once dim space was now bathed in the warm amber of the setting sun slipping through the high arched windows. John sat quietly near the middle of the restaurant, his back straight, his eyes half-focused on the untouched cup of espresso in front of him. His posture was calm, but his thoughts roared like a storm.He had come here for a late lunch, nothing planned, just a quiet place to clear his mind. But fate had brought something else to his table.A few tables ahead, tucked into a shadowy corner, sat a woman dressed in oversized clothing, baggy designer coat, dark jeans, large sunhat, and a pair of shades that swallowed nearly half her face. She might have passed for any wealthy woman trying to escape the spotlight. But John was a man trained to notice what others missed. And something about her posture, the way her fingers tapped lightly against the table, the rhythm of her laugh didn't sit right.He hadn't realized it at first. Not until he heard the name: “Ilda.” Clear, unfilte

  • The Price of His Betrayal    Eighty-Six

    The soft melody of instrumental music drifted through the room, mixing gently with the warm scent of cinnamon and baked goods from the kitchen. The large space gleamed with sunlight pouring through the wide hospital room windows, now looking less like a place of healing and more like a sanctuary of love and care. Crystal walked in slowly, her heels clicking lightly against the polished floor.Her appearance was nothing short of breathtaking. Her long hair had been stretched and styled by her stylist, falling like a sheet of silk down her back. Her makeup was subtle but glowing warm earth tones that enhanced her natural features and made her eyes sparkle with purpose. The light blush on her cheeks added a softness that made her look more like a glowing bride than a patient’s wife.Adrian, who had been arranging the dining table alongside two chefs, turned instinctively at the sound of her heels. His breath caught in his throat.His eyes widened. “Wow…”She smiled shyly, brushing a curl

  • The Price of His Betrayal    Eighty-Five

    The house was silent, too silent.Robert had just been escorted out by his lawyers and the police. The front door closed behind them with a heavy thud that seemed to echo deep into the bones of the mansion.Olivia collapsed into the nearest chair, her body shaking. Her face, once held high with pride and elegance, now drooped with shame and disbelief. Tears flowed freely down her face, soaking into her dress as she buried her face in her hands. Her entire frame trembled with every sob, and for a moment, she looked like a shadow of herself broken, exposed, and lost.Christian stood at a distance, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. His brows were furrowed, and his gaze pierced straight through her. He was quiet, but not calm. No, beneath that silence was a boiling fury. A thousand questions were crashing into one another in his mind, and only one managed to come out clearly.He stepped forward slowly and sat across from his mother. The distance between them felt greater than it ev

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