Sefia fell asleep without knowing what would happen. Nightmares seemed to haunt her in her sleep, but her body was too weak to realize reality.
In the morning, Sefia woke up with a heavy head. Her eyes slowly opened, and the morning light coming through the window dazzled her. For a moment, she didn't know where she was. This place was unfamiliar. The scent of the room was different from her own, but there was something more disturbing than that.
Sefia blinked her eyes repeatedly, trying to reach the memory of what happened the night before. Seconds passed before she finally realized that there was someone beside her. She turned her head slowly, and her eyes widened instantly when she saw the slightly stocky Doctor Siberu lying next to her-and both of them... in a state of innocence.
“WHAT?!” Sefia jumped up from the bed, covering her body with the blanket while staring at the stocky man in horror. Her heart
Doctor Siberu stopped his steps and simply shook his head, still with that horribly calm look. “You don't want to do that, Sefia. Trust me. Things are going to get worse for you.”His words caught in Sefia's throat. The unspoken threat made her ponder for a moment. What did the mad doctor mean? Did he have something bigger on his hands?She backed away further, avoiding Doctor Siberu as if his very existence was poison. “You won't get away with it,” he muttered, his voice low but clear.Doctor Siberu chuckled again, colder this time. “Sefia, the world is not black and white. Sometimes, we have to do things we never imagined before... to survive.”Sefia rounded her clear eyes, staring at him with a piercing look of hatred. “What do you mean?”Doctor Siberu approached, and for the first time Jean could feel the dark aura surrounding t
Her hands began to rub her skin roughly, as if to erase every sign left from that night. Every time his hands brushed her skin, the urge to remove the disgust grew stronger.“Why me?” she muttered in a hateful tone, tears slowly welling up in her eyes.“Because of this face, I'm forced to serve disgusting men. All because of Nayla!”Sefia went even crazier, rubbing her skin until it was red, even blistered. The water in the shower ran with the remaining soap suds, but it wasn't enough.The hickey marks seemed to stick there, a painful reminder of the humiliation she had endured.“Aarghhh!” cried Sefia in frustration.“I shouldn't have gotten caught up in all this,” she said in a voice that was getting louder, as if convincing herself. “Nayla should be the one to endure this, not me!”
The girl immediately ran out, but a moment later she turned around and gave Zavier a hug and a small kiss on the forehead, “thank you, Papa.”After Joen's departure, Zavier looked at Mando, “what are you waiting for?”Mando looked at his employer with a serious expression and raised both hands in a sign of not understanding, “Sorry, sir. I don't know how to make chocolate cake either.”“So what are you waiting for? Let's go to the kitchen and find out. My servants are many and one of them can teach me, right?”The two of them headed to the kitchen, and Zavier started everything he had to learn on the spur of the moment.Mando watched the chaos and chuckled at the sight of a CEO who was feared by many business competitors struggling with various baking tools. There was even a lot of flour and leftover chocolate on that handsome face,
No one knew that Zavier was already in the neighborhood, but he was still busy contacting people at the school to move the venue. The location on the basketball court would make it difficult for them to swap out the chocolate cakes.Zavier admitted that he did not have the quality to make chocolate cakes. The grown man never even glanced at the cake he was eating because there was no stock value in it.Suddenly Mando ran up to Zavier's wheelchair, “T-Master...”Zavier threw his head back in disappointment. His face reddened, still holding the cell phone in his hand, he had no power to move the cooking competition. The reason from the organizer was that the event had been going on since morning and it would take too much time to move the event.“T-Master,” Mando called out in a breathless manner.“Say it!”“Sir, there'
“Memory eraser...” repeated Nayla, but she hurriedly closed her eyes again when she heard the shower turn off, a sign that he would be out in a moment.Moments later, Bram came out of the bathroom with his hair still wet. Nayla stole a glance with her eyes half closed.The man who claimed to be her husband didn't look bad, in fact, his body was very good and looked athletic. The muscle lines and curves in his stomach didn't stop Nayla from stealing glances.“Who are you?” muttered Nayla to herself, ”why do I feel like I've seen similar curves but not yours? Why do I feel so strange?”Nayla quickly closed her eyes when she saw Bram's shadow approaching the bed. He sat on the edge of the bed and stroked Nayla's front hair once more before planting a kiss on her forehead once more with great tenderness, “Go to sleep, darling. I'm going to the hospital.”
The servant who came in with porridge in hand was suddenly startled to see the art room in disarray. She quickly placed the porridge beside the table then knelt down and hugged the legs of Nayla who was crying hysterically.“Madam, are you angry? This is the reason why Master forbade you from entering the art room. If you find out that I brought you into this room, then I will definitely receive punishment.”Nayla turned around, looking at the maid who was crying and kneeling at her feet.“Why, I'm not a painter, am I?” she asked in a high voice.Slowly, the maid nodded her head. Her cheeks were still wet with tears of fear.“Who am I? Tell me!” Nayla strangled the innocent maid.“Let go, ma'am, it...hurts!”Nayla realized what she was doing and quickly released her hands.
The woman he called Nayla-or at least, that's what he believed-turned to look at him. A gentle smile was painted on her face, but there was something different in those slightly brownish eyes. Although Zavier did not realize it, that woman was Sefia, who had taken Nayla's face through careful manipulation.Sefia, whose height was camouflaged by wearing high heels, smiled meaningfully.“Let's go home,” the woman replied as she took Joen's hand on the left and Fernando's on the right with a triumphant smile.She walked towards Zavier, with light steps that looked graceful and calm. Her long hair glistened in the lights, swaying with her every movement, just as Zavier remembered Nayla. An apron still clung to her body and her face still had a trace of chocolate.As they got closer, Sefia-who was wearing Nayla's face-trotted over to Zavier, let go of Joen and Fernando's hands, and suddenly hu
“I-I don't know yet, ma'am. I think so, since your faces are exactly the same.”Nayla looked at the sheet of photos she had gotten on the maid's cell phone. There was nothing the maid could do but record and take photos from the television that was bordered by the shop's glass.“This man...” Nayla stroked the picture of Zavier with a feeling she didn't know she had. “Who is he?” Nayla asked.The little waitress who did not get any information simply shook her head. “Apparently, that man is her husband.”Nayla immediately knelt before the little maid, “please, please help me find information. Is that my sister? Or my brother?”The maid stepped back slightly in fear, her employer's change of attitude from her earlier firmness confused and sympathized with her.“Madam, I'll go find out more,
***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