Zavier gave a small applause. “That's amazing, Joen! You were great!”
Joen smiled shyly and then approached Zavier, taking his hand gently. Zavier felt his heart melt at the little girl's sweet gesture.
Nayla smiled happily at their interaction. Inwardly, Nayla recognized that Joen was rarely so close to new people. “You really have the magic touch, Zavier,” Nayla murmured as she gazed at Zavier and his movements in playing with Joen.
Zavier felt proud and happy. “I'm glad I could make her comfortable. Joen is a wonderful girl.”
Nayla nodded. “She is indeed extraordinary. Joen has her own way of showing affection and comfort. I'm so grateful that you can accept and appreciate her.”
“Why do you want to meet him? He is Michael's son. Not yours, stop your unwarranted suspicions,” Nayla said with a confident smile.
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That night, Zavier went home with a warm feeling in his heart. Meeting Joen gave him new hope and a deep sense of love. He knew that just by virtue of meeting the little girl, he had a chance to win Nayla's heart back.Zavier took out a neatly folded tissue from his pocket as he called Mando.“Yes, sir?”“Come here right now and keep this call a secret from Cahyo. I need you to do something for me!”“Okay!”As the call closed, Zavier smiled mysteriously as he unfolded the neatly folded tissue.A few strands of hair belonged to little Joen.Only half an hour and Mando was already in front of Zavier, “Sir.”“Do a DNA test on this hair and give the samples to three different labs. I don't want any more mistakes.”“Yes, sir.”“There is one more thing,” Zavier continued.“Yes, sir?”“Do Fernando's DNA tes
Nayla was silent for a moment, contemplating Michael's words. “Michael, I'm not asking you to forget or forgive Zavier. I just want to give Joen a chance to get to know his father. I will always protect Joen and myself, but I cannot ignore Joen's happiness.”“This is not about me or my feelings, Michael. It's about Joen.”“She looked like a normal girl when she was playing with Zavier. She was interacting with her father. I-I was touched by the sight.”Michael sighed, held his sore cheek and sat down next to Nayla. “Nayla, I just want you to be happy and safe. I don't want to see you hurt again.”Michael realized his own shortcomings because while he was playing with Joen, the girl kept glancing the other way and playing with her own world.Nayla looked at Michael with understanding. “I know, Michael. I really appreciate your
Nayla was stunned and froze for an instant. She had not yet said anything. Michael had already moved closer to her.With a strong inner drive, Michael finally forced a kiss onto Nayla's lips. The kiss was filled with emotion and desperation. Nayla, who was distressed and confused, did not resist; she let Michael kiss her with a broken heart.However, as the kiss progressed, Nayla felt helpless inside her. The sound of her slow, ragged breathing could also be felt by Michael.Michael realized that the kiss was not getting the response he expected. There was something in the way Nayla responded that showed how much she was still attached to Zavier.Michael pulled away, letting go of Nayla painfully. He looked at Nayla with eyes full of sadness. “I cannot continue this, Nayla. I know that in your heart there is only Zavier.”Nayla looked down, tears streaming down her ch
Nayla watched from the kitchen with mixed feelings. She saw how Zavier patiently and attentively explained the toy to Joen. Although she still doubted Zavier's intentions, she couldn't ignore the happiness on Joen's face.Joen started playing with the puzzle, trying to assemble the pieces according to the instructions given by the software. Zavier sat beside him, providing support and guidance when needed.“Well done, Joen! You're very clever,” Zavier praised when Joen successfully completed one more piece of the puzzle.Joen smiled broadly. “This is fun. Thank you, Uncle Zavier.”Joen hugged Zavier so tightly that Zavier almost fell over and they lay on the floor. The sound of father and son laughing could be heard loudly.Nayla, who was cooking in the kitchen, heard their conversation and felt her heart soften a little. She still doubted Zavier's intentions, but couldn't ignore the fact that Joen seemed happier and more en
Zavier sighed, trying to calm his anger. “I just want to protect you and Joen. I don't want anyone else to hurt you again. Michael is just a coward, he'll hurt you.”Nayla laughed at Zavier's words, “Michael is protecting me from you. Have you forgotten what you did to me?”Zavier swallowed his saliva. “Nayla. I'm just afraid of losing you again.”Nayla leaned closer, touching Zavier's arm gently to get him to let go of the door leaf. “Zavier, I don't want any conflict between you and Michael. I want us to work together for Joen's happiness.”Nayla understood that the decision to allow Zavier back into their lives was not an easy one, but she was determined to do her best for Joen.With a heart full of hope and confidence, Nayla was ready to face whatever was to come, for the sake of her son's happiness.After a deep conversation, Nayla and Zavier stood at the center of the open door in silence
Zavier's anger grew with the rejection he felt from Nayla. Behind his sweet smile and calm demeanor, Zavier harbored a burning anger. He felt humiliated and disrespected, especially after the emotional slap he received from Nayla. For Zavier, it wasn't just a matter of feelings, but of his pride that had been trampled on.He felt the need to conquer her through his business. To make Nayla helpless again and seek him out again.As a smart and ambitious businessman, Zavier knew how to utilize the power he had. He had long built relationships with powerful investors and business partners, and now he decided to use his influence to destroy what was precious to Nayla.With cold calculation, in just a few days, Zavier began to devise a plan to attack Nayla's business. In all seriousness, he utilized the trust he had already gained from major investors, convincing them that Nayla's business was not a safe investment.With his expertise in
“Okay, Nayla. Let's talk about everything,” Zavier replied with mixed feelings. This meeting could be a turning point in their relationship, both as business rivals and as two people who once loved each other.“Me to your house? Or you to mine?”Nayla considered Joen's possible reaction to seeing Zavier again if he came to her house.“How about a café?” Nayla suggested.“I'll send a meeting location,” Zavier agreed.“Okay.”With mixed feelings, they prepared to meet and talk heart-to-heart, finding a way to resolve all the feelings and conflicts that had been holding them back. This meeting was not just about business, but also about starting over with a calmer heart and clearer mind.The day of the long-awaited meeting arrived. Zavier deliberately chose to meet at their old home, a place where they once shared dreams and hopes.
“Yes, let's cooperate according to the original agreement,” Zavier said in a firm tone.Nayla was relieved that Zavier had finally promised not to attack each other again.Before parting ways, Zavier extended his hand to Nayla. “Let's start again, Nayla. This time, without grudges and pain. We can make something great together.”Nayla accepted Zavier's hand with a genuine smile. “Let's do it, Zavier. For a better future.”Unexpectedly, Zavier suddenly pulled Nayla into a hug. His warm touch startled Nayla, but there was something familiar and comforting in that embrace.Before she could process what was happening, Zavier leaned in and kissed her gently. Their lips came together in a soulful kiss, as if all those pent-up feelings had found their way.Nayla could not resist. At first, there was surprise and hesitation, but gradually she felt a warmth and comfort that
***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