เข้าสู่ระบบThe cold glow of fluorescent lights reflected off the pristine granite floors of Nusantara-Gading Private International Hospital. The digital clock on the wall in the seventh-floor laboratory corridor read exactly ten o’clock at night. Outside, fine rain streaked the glass windows of the high-rise building, while inside, the air hung heavy with a freezing, breathless tension.The forty-eight-hour countdown Morgan had given Camelia was nearing its halfway point. Tomorrow morning at eight o’clock, that fateful deadline would arrive.In the main molecular analysis laboratory, Dr. Richard—Morgan’s trusted physician and a leading authority in forensic medicine—was carefully inspecting each test tube prepared for cell-free fetal DNA (cfDNA) extraction. The cutting-edge non-invasive prenatal testing (NIPT) technology they used could isolate fetal DNA fragments from the mother’s bloodstream with 99.9% accuracy, posing zero risk to either mother or child.“Genetic reference data for Mr. Morgan
Camelia Nusantara stood before the grand glass windows. Upon her pale, beautiful face rested an unsettling calm—the quiet resignation of someone who had weathered a tempest of emotion and steeled themselves to accept the heaviest decision of their life.Behind her, upon the wooden desk, a small black velvet box lay open. The diamond engagement ring within caught the glow of the dying embers in the fireplace, glimmering faintly, dull and cold.Bang.The office door burst open violently. As the cold air from the hallway rushed in, Morgan Erlangga strode hurriedly into the room.He wore a long coat damp with rain. His face—usually so composed, so firmly in control of every emotion—was etched deep with unmistakable anxiety. His dark hair was slightly disheveled, and his breath came in ragged gasps—a rare sight indeed for the man who presented himself to the world as the perfect, unflappable leader.Morgan stopped several paces behind her. He stared at her straight, unyielding back, and fe
Stacked upon the desk were countless business reports of Nusantara Heritage. Yet Camelia’s gaze never once drifted toward the columns of figures laid out before her. She sat there, her mind far away, merely watching the flickering flames dance in the fireplace. The emotional exhaustion that had built up over these past few days was slowly eroding away at her remarkable strength.She had decided to step away from Jakarta temporarily to clear her mind. But here, in this old villa filled with memories of her childhood, the very things she had tried so hard to forget kept rising to the surface—how her family had fallen; how she had grown up without ever knowing her father’s warmth; how the uncertainty of her past had left such deep, unhealed scars.Knock, knock.The sound of someone rapping gently on the wooden door cut through the silence of the room. Bi Asih, the veteran housekeeper who had served this household since the late Pradipta’s time, stepped in with an expression of awkward he
The fifty-fourth floor of the Erlangga Holdings Main Building, usually blazing with light, lay bathed in dim, ghostly glow at three in the morning. Inside the concealed tactical control room, hidden behind the wood-paneled walls of Morgan’s office, banks of high-resolution monitors displayed rolling digital charts, international banking algorithms, and encrypted medical data networks.Morgan Erlangga stood at the center of the room, sleeves rolled up, top button of his black shirt undone. His gaze was cold, sharp, fixed unwaveringly on the three main screens before him. No trace of exhaustion remained in his firm features—only the absolute focus of a predator closing in on its prey.Beside him, David’s fingers flew across a mechanical keyboard, running repeated hacking protocols targeting Swiss banking servers. On the other side of the command desk, Noah—former tactical intelligence analyst and now head of Erlangga’s field security—unfolded a detailed map of Valeria Danubrata’s commun
The dawn had barely broken over Jakarta when the Erlangga family’s Menteng residence was jolted by a flurry of urgent phone calls. Faint golden light seeped past tall silk curtains into the family living room, where Madame Helena Erlangga sat rigidly upon her carved mahogany sofa. On the glass table before her lay three leading business newspapers and a digital tablet—all screaming the same headline:SECRET PREGNANCY BEHIND THE ERLANGGA EMPIRE: CRACKS IN THE ERLANGGA-NUSANTARA ALLIANCE?Whispers once confined to closed stock market circles had exploded into public view. Reports claimed a respected woman, Morgan Erlangga’s close childhood friend, carried a pure-blooded Erlangga heir—threatening to shatter the grand engagement between Morgan and Camelia Nusantara.Helena massaged her throbbing temples. Her emerald-ringed fingers trembled faintly. For decades, she had guarded the Erlangga dynasty’s dignity; rumors like these were poison to its reputation.“Madame,” Bi Inah, the senior ho
It was two o’clock at the Erlangga Holding headquarters. The fifty-fourth floor, usually a sanctuary of calm, precision, and efficiency, now hid a carefully woven, invisible web of manipulation.Camelia Nusantara stepped out of the private VIP elevator. She wore a soft pastel cream blazer that spoke of professional elegance. Tucked securely in her arms was a thick leather portfolio holding the final evaluation documents for the Erlangga-Nusantara Global Initiative—meant to be reviewed and approved together with Morgan before the board meeting that afternoon.As she approached the front secretary’s desk, Maya—Morgan’s personal secretary—stood looking awkward and visibly nervous.“Good afternoon, Miss Camelia,” Maya greeted with a polite bow.“Good afternoon, Maya. Is Morgan in his office?” Camelia asked warmly, her genuine smile radiating steady peace.“Mr. Morgan just went down to the fifty-third floor with Mr. David for an urgent meeting with the board commissioners, Miss,” Maya repl







