Zavier immediately sank her lips into the hollow of Nayla's neck and sipped hard, her hands began fingering wildly, making Nayla feel in pain because she had just given birth and her breasts were filled with milk without being able to get it out let alone give it to the baby she had never seen at all.
“S-pain,” Nayla moaned in a stifled voice, ”Zav, I just gave birth. This hurts!”
Hearing that, Zavier came to his senses and released Nayla. Zavier caught his ragged breath and pulled up his pillow.
He stood up and stepped out of the room.
Bam!
The door to the room was slammed loudly by the man. Zavier chose to sleep in the next room because he was annoyed by the jealousy that he didn't understand at all.
The following days, Zavier didn't stop by his own room at all. Let alone speak to Nayla. He even sent servants to fetch his clothes and
“We don't know either,” said Cahyo and Mando began to feel frightened.“The R-uterus is broken?” asked Zavier as he grabbed the doctor's shirt collar with an angry expression.“Sorry, we tried our best.”“Useless!” Zavier exclaimed and let go of the doctor.Desperate, Zavier entered the ICU room where Nayla was being treated. Seeing Nayla lying weak with various medical devices attached to her body made his heart ache. He sat beside the bed and held Nayla's hand gently.“Nayla, I'm here. Please hold on,” she whispered.Meanwhile, back at home, Sefia was feeling restless. She knew something was wrong, and worrying about Zavier and Nayla made it difficult for her to sleep. Sefia got up from her bed and headed to their nursery. She looked down at her sleeping baby, feeling a little relieved to see that
Day after day passed, with Nayla remaining unconscious. Time seemed to stand still for Nayla who was separated from the real world.For three whole months, Nayla remained in a coma. She could sense the presence of a man beside her, but she was sure it wasn't Zavier. The man made sure Nayla got the best care, although no one knew his reason for doing all this. Nayla could sense that the man was constantly trying to find ways to bring Nayla back to consciousness.“Who?”However, Nayla remained unable to open her eyes let alone move her numb limbs.Meanwhile, back at the office, Zavier was plagued by endless anxiety. When he got the news about Nayla's disappearance and the fire incident that deceived Mando's guards, his heart felt broken and angry that someone had dared to go against him.Every day that passed without knowing Nayla's whereabouts became an unbearable burden. Zavier c
“Gibril brought me here?” Nayla asked, her eyes searching Michael's face for an answer.“Yes, I'll tell you everything slowly,” Michael replied, a little hesitantly. “But for sure, you're safe now. You shouldn't be surprised. The most important thing now is your recovery.”Nayla looked at Michael with a mixture of emotions raging in her heart. “I need to talk to Zavier. He must be very worried.”Michael smiled gently and patted Nayla's hand. “Nayla, Zavier is no longer worthy of you, he caused all this. For now, you need to rest and recover.”“He caused it? W-what do you mean?”“Sleep first, I'll tell you everything later.”Nayla nodded slowly, though her heart was still filled with questions and anxiety. She closed her eyes, trying to gather strength as her body felt weak and powerless.The next morning, when
Nayla was inwardly surprised as she seemed to see Zavier's small figure in the baby girl.“She does look like Zavier, somehow, I really wish she was my child,” said Michael beside them as if he understood the meaning of Nayla's look.Nayla nodded slightly, hugging her baby gently, feeling a strong bond despite her weak physical condition. The baby responded with a small smile that made Nayla's heart feel lighter. She felt her strength and spirit returning little by little.The baby's thick, black hair and clear eyes brought tears to Nayla's eyes.Michael and Nadira stood nearby, making room for the precious moment. Michael then said, “Nayla, we will make sure you get the best care so that you can recover and hold your own baby. We are all here for you.”Nayla looked at Michael and Nadira with gratitude. “Thank you, you two. I feel so blessed to have
Nayla frowned, curiosity mixed with worry overtaking her. “What exactly happened, Michael?”Michael took a deep breath before starting to tell her. “Zavier set me up, Nayla. He created a situation that forced all of us to leave Indonesia at once. Zavier manipulated some people, making it seem as if I was involved in a crime I never committed. This is all part of his plan to gain control of more assets and weaken my position.”Nayla was surprised to hear this. “But why? What does he want from you?”“You!”Nayla stared at Michael without blinking.“Zavier always wants more, always looking for ways to gain power and money as well as you. He sees me as a threat and thinks that by getting rid of me, he can achieve his goals more easily,” Michael explained.“I knew that if we followed Zavier's plan a
Michael was stunned by this confession. He looked at Nadira with soulful eyes, trying to find the right words to respond. “Nadira, I...”Nadira shook her head quickly, interrupting Michael. “No, let me finish. I love you, Michael, but I know these feelings of mine shouldn't exist. I don't want to interfere with your relationship with Nayla. You two have been through so much together, and I just want you to be happy.”Michael felt a mixture of sadness and empathy. “Nadira, your feelings mean a lot to me, and I really appreciate your courage to say them. You are an important part of our lives, and I don't want to see you hurt.”“I-I, love you as my sister,” Michael continued in a stifled voice and gently stroked Nadira's hair.Nadira smiled weakly, wiping away the tears that still ran down her cheeks. “I know, Michael. I just need time to accept eve
Zavier couldn't even find a clue as to the whereabouts of Nayla's sister Nadira. The two of them really seemed to have agreed on an escape.“Do I have to search all the way overseas?” Zavier hissed angrily.Sefia, who had just arrived to bring Zavier lunch, sat on the sofa anxiously holding their six-month-old baby.She could feel the tension and anger emanating from her husband. “Zavier, you've been looking for that woman for so long, why don't you just assume she's dead?”Zavier turned around, looking at Sefia with eyes full of anger. “Dead? Even if she's dead, I won't bury her body! I'll freeze it and put it in my room because she was so cruel in leaving me!”Sefia sighed, trying to calm her husband down. “I know you're angry, but we need to calm down and think clearly. Don't you want to hold your son? It's been two months of you stayi
His mind was filled with Nayla's company, but every beautiful memory turned into a black shadow filled with anger.He felt trapped in a vicious cycle between loving and hating Nayla. Every time he felt lost and missed her, the hatred surfaced, reminding him of all the failed attempts to find her.Zavier flung himself into his chair, massaging his temples in frustration. “I will not give up,” he whispered to himself.“I, will not give up, Nayla!”“I will find you, Nayla. I will get the answers to all of this.”“I will tie you back to my bed!”With growing determination, Zavier refocused on the map in front of him, searching for new clues, looking for gaps that might have been missed. He knew that his mixed feelings would only end when he found Nayla and got the explanation he needed.“L
***Happy ending***Zavier smiled coldly, his gaze calculating. “They conspired,” he replied in a low but firm tone. “They stole Nayla's identity and made my wife suffer through memory loss. They played with her life, erasing the precious memories we once had. If they think they can get away with it, they're sadly mistaken.”His assistant remained calm on the other end of the line, waiting for further instructions. “What is your plan, sir?”Zavier stared far ahead, his eyes filled with determination. “Reclaim her face,” he said meaningfully, ”and let the fake forget her memory. Make her feel what Nayla experienced. If they dare to take my wife's life, then I will take back what they stole. The face they created, the memories they formed... let it all crumble and perish.”His assistant nodded on the other end of the line, understanding what Zavier meant. “Yes, sir. I will arrange everything.
Sefia gasped and turned her head quickly, her eyes showing obvious shock. “Oh, Zavier... I just... had some sudden business,” she stammered. “You don't need to worry. It's just a short meeting.”However, Zavier did not simply believe her. There was something in the woman's demeanor that made him suspicious, and his desire to find out more surfaced strongly.Without saying anything else, he let Sefia go first, but not long after, Zavier got into his car and started following behind.Zavier kept his distance, making sure that Sefia did not notice his presence. He drove slowly, following Sefia's car carefully. Every turn the woman took further emphasized Zavier's suspicions. “What is she really hiding?” he muttered to himself.“She doesn't look like the Nayla that belongs to me, her eyes, her voice are different, and her height. Why did I never realize that?&rdq
“Sara, a-I'll give you an extra fee... for... for what happened last night.”Hearing that, Sara's eyes rounded and a pile of tears began to gather rapidly.Those words pierced Sara's heart. It was as if everything that happened between them was just a transaction, not something that had meaning.Her face that had been full of love turned into unbearable anger. “Pay?” she snarled in a sharp voice, her eyes looking at Bram with disappointment.“So, you think I'm just a servant who can be bought? What happened last night is just something you can pay me to erase?”Bram was silent, not expecting Sara's reaction to be that harsh. He opened his mouth, trying to find words to defuse the situation, but Sara continued before he could speak.“I'm not something you can bargain with, honorable Mr. Bram! Whatever happened last nig
His ears seemed to be deaf to the words Sara threw out. To him, in that drunken state, Sara was Nayla coming back to him, and this was a chance to embrace the woman he had been longing for.“Don't leave again, Nayla... please...” she whispered desperately, holding Sara's body on the bed. Tearing off the clothes she was wearing and starting to nuzzle Sara's slender neck.Sara tried to push Bram away, trying to snap him out of his drunken stupor. “Mr. Bram, this is not Nayla! You're drunk! Let go of me!” she said in a loud and trembling voice. However, her efforts were not strong enough to sober Bram up.Feelings of fear and confusion mixed in Sara's mind. She knew that this man was obsessed with Nayla, but she never expected to be in this situation.In a last ditch effort, she gathered all the strength she had and managed to break free from Bram's grip, roll off the bed, and escape out of the room as quickly as possible, leaving Bra
Nadia's face-or Nayla, as it often crossed his mind-was so similar to the one he remembered as the wife he loved. Not just in terms of physical appearance, but also in the way she spoke, her gentle smile, and the way she looked at Zavier as if recognizing the deepest part of his soul. Every glance, every body movement, felt like an inexplicable déjà vu.Her lips and her kiss.However, the woman now in his home-who he had always believed to be Nayla-felt different.It was as if something was missing, something unseen but felt. Her gaze was empty and distant, her touch no longer providing the warmth they once shared.“Have I been blinded by my desperation to get my wife back? Is that woman really Nayla?” Zavier thought.Zavier clasped his head with both hands, trying to calm the turmoil of his feelings. If this Nadia was the real Nayla, then who was the wo
Zavier immediately turned to Nayla, who was now sitting upright on the sofa with her hair tousled and her eyes half open. He knew that the situation could get ugly if he didn't get things under control soon.“Nayla, calm down,” he said in a soothing tone on his cell phone. “I'm helping someone who needs help. There's nothing for you to worry about.”However, those words were not enough to calm Sefia down. “Helping someone? In the middle of the night like this? And that woman's voice, why is she with you?” Sefia was getting more and more agitated, her voice portraying a burning anger and jealousy.Zavier let out a long breath, realizing that a simple explanation would not be enough to ease the anger of the woman who claimed to be his wife.“Nadia is facing a complicated situation, and I can't just leave her. Believe me, I didn't do anything wrong,” she r
Zavier looked at her deeply, as if trying to find the answer behind Nadia's eyes. “Maybe there's something in you that's more than just a similar face to Nayla. Maybe, somehow, we once had more of a connection than we realized.”“Or... are you the real Nayla?” asked Zavier, but the question was more to himself as Nadia just looked at him with a sad face.They sat in silence for a while, enjoying the warmth that still remained from that moment. Although there was a lot of confusion and questions still hanging in the air, both of them felt a strange but real bond, as if fate had brought them back together after a long time apart.The rain began to fall heavily outside, droplets soaking the windows and a soft, soothing rhythm could be heard.Zavier looked out for a moment before turning back to Nayla. Without saying much, he led her to the living room. They walked slowly, feeling the silence filled only by the sound of the rain drippi
Zavier took another step towards Nayla and said, “You rest inside and I'll take Joen home first. After that, I'll come and bring some food for you, okay?”Nayla nodded obediently and gave a warm smile and waved goodbye to Joen.They got back into the car, and Zavier drove Joen home.Along the way, his mind was spinning, thinking of the steps to take. Who exactly was the woman he brought to the empty house? Was she really the real Nayla, or just the result of Bram's crazy obsession with creating a clone?The questions kept swirling in his mind, and Zavier knew that the answers he would find might change everything.After ensuring Joen's safe return, Zavier quickly returned to the empty house. He had to talk to the woman, find out who she really was, and what was really going on. In his heart, Zavier hoped that the truth, no matter how hard it was, would come out so that everyone involved could find the peace that had been taken from thei
Having run out of steam to vent his anger, Bram shuffled towards his room. The door slammed loudly behind him, signaling that he didn't want to be disturbed.Sara stood at the door, while several servants began to organize to clean up the broken glass scattered in the living room.Moments later, there was the sound of a bottle being opened and the smell of alcohol spreading from behind the door. Bram took a rough swig of liquor, trying to shake off the deep frustration and emptiness.He felt like he had done everything-transforming Sefia into Nayla's likeness, and thinking he could slowly possess Nayla-but in reality, the real Nayla still eluded him.In that dark room, Bram felt completely defeated. No matter how much he tried to control the situation, reality always made him feel like he was chasing a shadow that he could never reach.The man occasionally shouted, startling Sara. However, the woman remained faithful and behind the door of the room