All Chapters of Billionaire: Chapter 21 - Chapter 29

29 Chapters

Twenty One

The lunchtime café is tucked away in a corner of downtown Jakarta, semi-industrial in style with exposed brick walls and black metal chandeliers. To the casual eye, it's just another trendy café where young businessmen have casual conversations. But today, it’s a small battleground.I arrived on time, wearing an ivory white blazer suit and black high-waist trousers. My appearance was simple, professional, but didn’t give me a chance to be underestimated.Rachel walked behind me, carrying a tablet and a briefcase. Inside the bag was a mini camera that had been set up to record all our conversations.At the corner table by the window, a man was waiting. He was about forty, neatly dressed casually in a loose tie and light blue shirt. His name was Andreas. A senior reporter from Business Today, and—as we found out from Vera’s investigation—an old friend of Jennifer’s.I stepped up to his desk, smiling politely but not familiarly.“Good afternoon, Ms. Sara,” Andreas greeted as he stood up

Last Updated : 2025-05-26

Twenty Two

The press conference was held in the ballroom of a five-star hotel in the city center.A red carpet was spread out, rows of chairs were covered in white velvet, fresh flowers decorated the long table at the front of the room.Above the podium, the Smith Inc. emblem was set up large, shining majestically.That morning, the Jakarta sky was gray. But inside the ballroom, the air was full of electricity.I stood at the back of the stage, going over my brief once more. Rachel stood beside me, typing fast on a tablet.Vera organizes the media invited-only big, trusted media, not fake blogs like the ones Lucas and Jennifer use.Matthias looking at me from afar, giving a small nod.I took a deep breath.Today is not just about self-defense. It is about taking over the narrative and destroy opponents without touching them directly.At exactly 10:00, I stepped onto the stage.The spotlight was pointed at me. The sound of the camera clicking rapidly. Dozens of journalists, investors, and busines

Last Updated : 2025-05-26

Twenty Three

I couldn't sleep that night. The sound of rain tapping on the apartment window was like a rhythm from the past trying to call me back to memories I didn't want to remember. I sat back on the sofa, wrapped in a thin blanket, with documents scattered on the front table.Valeria Global Holdings. Seychelles. Private funds. Name Gerard Voigt.All the pieces formed a puzzle, and I felt... the answer could destroy everything I had held onto.Matthias came from the kitchen, bringing me a cup of tea. He didn't say anything, just sat next to me, his body a silent anchor as my mind drifted between data, names, and memories."I'm scared," I said finally.He turned his head slowly. "Afraid of what?""Afraid that all of this isn't just another business secret. But something that could completely flip who I am. Who my family is."Matthias took my hand. "Whatever you find... you're still you."I'm not sure.***The next morning, I made an appointment to meet a man named Renaldi, Richard Smith's forme

Last Updated : 2025-05-27

Twenty Four

I did not delay any longer. After all the legal measures were filed, all the communication strategies were executed, and all the allies were mobilized... there was only one thing I hadn't done yet.Facing my father.Richard Smith.Not as a child bowing down waiting for blessings, but as an adult woman who comes with her own truth.I went up to the top floor of the mansion in Menteng, where it all began. The house that once felt like a palace... is now just a museum from another era.Rachel escorted me to the living room, then quietly excused herself.There, sat Richard Smith. Dressed in a gray leisure suit, still strapping despite being well past seventy. His hair was partially white, but his eyes were sharp, as always."Sit down," he said matter-of-factly.I sat across from the round glass table. The same table where I learned to calculate profit and loss when I was less than nine years old.He gave me a long look, before finally saying, "You make a lot of people uncomfortable, Sara

Last Updated : 2025-05-28

Twenty Five

After leaving the house, I sat in the car for a long time without saying anything.Rachel tried calling me twice. Vera also texted me about the latest report on Lucas.But I didn't answer.I just kept quiet. Because for the first time since all this started... I feel heavy not because of the conflict, but because of the peace that is slowly coming. And that feels much more painful than anger.My eyes still felt hot. But not from anger.I just… tired.And strangely, warm.***When night fell, I went back to Matthias' apartment. He opened the door and could tell right away from my face—I had just gone through something that couldn't be described in words alone.He didn't ask anything. He just pulled me into his arms. And I... let myself stay there.For a long time, I let this body rest fully. As if all the weight could stop on her shoulders. As if... I could rest, even if only for a moment."I've met her," I whispered finally."Marianne?"I nodded. "We're talking. Quietly. But deep."He

Last Updated : 2025-05-29

Twenty Six

Part 26This morning, the air felt heavier than usual.Not because Lucas's lawsuit gave me direction. But because one name resurfaced, a name I hadn't heard in our family conversations for years.Cornelia Smith.My father's brother-in-law. One of the long-standing figures on the Smith family's honor roll. She wasn't part of the company's board of directors, but in the business social network, her name carried weight.And this morning, she sent me an invitation.Not a call, but lunch invitation.Rachel raised an eyebrow as she handed over the invitation. "She rarely contacts anyone. The last time she spoke to the media was almost five years ago."I stared at the invitation card for a long time. Ivory paper with gold ink that hasn't changed since I was a teenager. And there was only one sentence written on it: "Come, Sara. Time to talk as a family."**The restaurant is quiet. Exclusive. Just like Cornelia, elegant but cold. She was already sitting at a corner table when I arrived, wea

Last Updated : 2025-05-29

Twenty Seven

That afternoon I didn't have time to go back to the apartment. As soon as I left the courtroom, Rachel caught up with me, breathing heavily."Ma'am... You've been asked to attend a meeting of the Smith family. Right now.”I turned my head sharply. "Who's calling?""Uncle Theodore. And... he said it's not an invitation."I sighed."Okay. Let's get it over with."***The meeting was held in the living room of the Smith Heritage Estate-a place that is rarely used except for important moments. The large room has high ceilings, with family paintings hanging like watchdogs from the past.Once I entered, there were about ten people there.Uncle Theodore. Aunt Evelyn. My father's cousin Charles. Some distant family members I've seen at relatives' weddings... but never really spoke to.They all sat like an unofficial council.And when I walked in, everyone turned their heads like they were welcoming a threat, not family."Sit down, Sara," Theodore said.I sat down. Calm down. Straight. No lowe

Last Updated : 2025-05-30

Twenty Eight

I woke up earlier than usual. Jakarta's sky was still gray, but I knew... what would happen today was not about the weather. It was about direction. It's not just the direction of the company. But the direction of my life.Because today, the Smith family will decide if I'm worthy of continuing to stand in this chair... or if they'll try to take everything away from me.I arrived at the voting site at around nine in the morning. The old building owned by the Smith family in Kebayoran is usually used for annual meetings. But today is no ordinary meeting. It's a kind of "family session".Inside, Rachel and Vera are already preparing. Matthias accompanies me inside. His face is calm, but his hands clasp my fingers as tightly as possible—and I can tell he's nervous too.I wore a dark suit. Not flashy, but bold. No family bros. No symbols that can be interpreted in different ways.Just me, Sara, who came not with a name. But work.***The big room was full.Uncle Theodore in the front seat.

Last Updated : 2025-05-31

Twenty Nine

The next day, I returned to the foundation office feeling refreshed. Vera's face hardened as soon as I walked in."Good morning, Foundation Boss who just got back from a day away," she said sarcastically, but she had a smile.I chuckled. "Relax, I didn't come back to get scolded."Rachel appeared from the next room. "But you came back to sign something big."She handed me a folder. On the front, it read:Application for New Institutional Status: Arini Foundation - Independent EntityI rubbed the writing lightly. "So this is the official step?"Vera nodded. "If you sign today, the legal process begins. We're free from the structural influence of the Smith family. The name of the foundation can still be used because Arini is not a trade name, but we can no longer be considered 'an extension of the family business'."I picked up the pen. Stared at the first page.Then said quietly, "When I sign this... there's no turning back, right?""No," Rachel replied. "But who wants to go back in ti

Last Updated : 2025-05-31

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