Semua Bab Hook an Engineer: Bab 21 - Bab 30

The pain of betrayal still lingered, raw and unhealed. Both of them—Drake and Gypsy—had wounds too deep to ignore, scars that needed time to mend. Their love, once a force of nature, now lay in ruins, tangled in the web of secrets and heartbreak.Gypsy had chosen to leave, to start anew in America, far from the shadows of their past. Meanwhile, Drake, burdened by his own demons, had embarked on a relentless pursuit—not just of her, but of himself. His Dissociative Identity Disorder had controlled him for years, dictated his emotions, fractured his identity. Now, he was determined to heal, to rebuild himself into the man he was meant to be—not Akie, not a persona crafted out of necessity, but Drake Mortel, the man who had loved Gypsy with every fiber of his being.The aftermath of their doomed wedding had sent shockwaves across the country. The mysterious billionaire who had hidden behind a mask for years had finally been unveiled, and the world had seen his face. His life, once shroude

Drake stirred awake as the golden rays of the morning sun streamed through the bedroom window. The warmth of the light fell upon his face, rousing him from his deep slumber. As his eyes adjusted to the brightness, he turned his head to the side and found Gypsy lying beside him, still fast asleep. Her breathing was soft and even, her bare shoulders rising and falling gently beneath the sheets. For a fleeting moment, he simply watched her, memorizing every delicate feature of her face. Then, unable to resist, he leaned in, intending to place a gentle kiss on her lips.But just as he was about to close the distance between them, her eyelids fluttered open.“Good morning,” he greeted, quickly pulling away.Gypsy didn’t respond. Instead, without a word, she threw back the covers and began gathering her scattered clothes from the floor. The silence between them was deafening as she slipped into her dress, her movements brisk and detached.“Where’s my bag?” she asked, her voice devoid of emot

"Ate Gypsy!" Natalia's cheerful voice rang out as she spotted her. Natalia, Vincent’s younger sister, had grown close to her over time. Gypsy had just arrived at the gathering—a welcome party for Vincent."Glad to see you, Ate Gypsy!" Natalie, another one of Vincent’s sisters, greeted her with a warm smile. Before she could respond, they guided her toward a table, insisting that she sit with them.But calling it a party was a bit of an exaggeration. It was more of an intimate family dinner, a gathering meant to celebrate Vincent’s return. Gypsy had long been a familiar presence in Vincent’s household. His family had always been welcoming, treating her like she was one of their own—a second family.Her eyes wandered to the feast spread across the table. "Wow, there’s so much food! And these are all my favorites!" she exclaimed, delighted yet puzzled. It was as if the menu had been designed with her in mind."You know, Tita, these are all my favorites," she pointed out playfully, looking

[Veronica's PoV]"Gypsy."Veronica turned sharply at the sound of the name. As the day of mourning continued, the funeral was finally reaching its conclusion. This was the last time they would see Mrs. Mortel, the final farewell before she was laid to rest forever. The air was thick with grief, but Veronica had something else on her mind.She knew Gypsy was jealous of her—jealous because she had been by Drake’s side throughout this ordeal. Gypsy didn’t know that she and Drake were cousins, and judging by the way she kept glaring at her, it was obvious what she was thinking. She probably assumed that there was something romantic between them. Veronica smirked. If that was what Gypsy wanted to believe, then so be it.As Gypsy walked away after saying her goodbyes to her mother, Veronica took a step forward, calling out, "Wait."Gypsy hesitated but eventually turned around, her expression unreadable."You’re Gypsy, right? I’m Veronica" Veronica asked directly, watching the way Gypsy’s eye

Drake had no choice but to return to the office, yet hope still burned within him. Despite everything that had happened, he refused to believe that all was lost. There had to be a way—some path that would lead him back to Gypsy. He could feel her slipping away, distancing herself from him more and more with each passing day, but he wasn’t ready to let go. Not yet. Not without a fight.The thought of never seeing her again, of never having another chance to make things right, gnawed at his soul. He couldn’t allow their story to end this way. With desperation simmering in his chest, he reached for his phone and dialed a familiar number.After a few rings, Mrs. Cameron, Gypsy’s mother, answered."Yes, Drake? What’s the problem?" Her voice carried a weight, a quiet sadness that spoke of a mother’s deep understanding."I wanted to discuss the arranged marriage," he said, his throat tightening. He had never imagined this conversation would be so difficult, yet here he was, forcing the words