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The atmosphere of the top-floor conference room was unnervingly cold, though the air conditioner wasn’t blowing strongly. Dimmed lights pressed down on the space, casting the long polished table into the center of attention as if it were a stage for judgment. Lyra stepped inside, her breath caught in her throat. The fitted black dress she wore felt tighter than usual, constricting. She knew this wasn’t an ordinary meeting, no matter how formal the invitation had looked: “Internal Strategy Meeting – Core Team Only.” Only two men were in the room when she arrived: Devandra and Raga. Devandra sat at the head of the table, posture stiff, face carved in stillness like a marble statue. Raga stood at his right-hand side, silent, immovable, his presence as heavy as a shadow that could strike at any second. “Sit down, Lyra,” Devandra said without a smile. She nodded faintly, forcing composure onto her features. Pulling back a chair, she sat, folding her hands atop the table to keep them f

That night, the small office that Arga had turned into his investigation hub glowed with the light of multiple monitors. Rows of graphs, digital documents, and photo evidence stretched across the screens like pieces of a puzzle finally beginning to form a picture.Vania sat across from him, her gaze sweeping through the evidence they had just verified.“All of this… it’s real,” she whispered, almost in disbelief. Her fingers trembled as they brushed against the printed papers that revealed Devandra’s hidden financial schemes. “All this time, I was afraid it was just my intuition misleading me. But now…”Arga looked at her and nodded firmly. “Now you have proof. What you feared wasn’t just shadows. Devandra really did build a dark empire behind his public image.”Vania exhaled heavily, her chest tight. The weight she had been carrying for so long now felt even heavier, solid, undeniable. Relief washed over her for knowing the truth, but so did fear—fear that was sharper than ever.“If

The city night felt heavy. Streets glimmered with headlights and neon signs, but there was a shadow darker than the night itself. In a black, unmarked car parked by the curb, two men sat in silence, their eyes locked on the couple emerging from a restaurant.Vania walked beside Arga, her face calmer than it had been in days. Their conversation had given her a brief moment of peace. Yet Arga’s every step carried tension. His instincts prickled, warning him that they weren’t alone. He could feel it—eyes that lingered too long, footsteps that kept their distance but never disappeared.Somewhere else, far from the street, Devandra sat in his office, watching the same couple through a live feed on his monitors. Fingers interlaced, he leaned back in his chair, a cold smile curving his lips.“Vania…” he whispered under his breath. “You can lie with words, but not with your actions. I’ll prove you’ve been playing with me.”---Halfway down the sidewalk, Vania shivered though the air was mild.

That night, the air of Jakarta felt unbearably heavy. Rain had just subsided, leaving puddles across the streets that shimmered under the city’s neon glow. Inside a dimly lit office, Devandra sat motionless in his chair, his sharp gaze fixed on nothing in particular. His fingers tapped slowly against the mahogany desk, each knock echoing like the rhythm of his calculations.“It’s time we start breaking them,” he muttered under his breath, the words carrying both venom and anticipation.Raga, his trusted right hand, glanced toward him cautiously. “Do you want me to mobilize the shadows, sir?”Devandra’s lips curved faintly, though the expression carried no warmth. “Yes. Arga is too confident. He thinks he can shield Vania from me, but we’ll prove him wrong. Begin with his empire. A little sabotage in his business—enough to set him scrambling.”Raga hesitated. “And what about Vania?”Devandra’s eyes hardened, his voice dipping into something darker. “The woman will learn that rejecting

Raga stared at the glowing monitors inside Devandra’s office. Dozens of charts, financial reports, and news articles filled the screens, but his focus was not on the numbers. His gaze remained fixed on Devandra, who paced back and forth like a predator trapped in a cage, his jaw tight, his eyes burning like embers ready to ignite.“I’ve had enough,” Devandra growled, slamming his palm against the desk with a sharp crack. “They think they can mock me? Arga… Vania… they’ll learn I’m still in control. No one takes what’s mine. No one.”Raga swallowed hard. He had seen his employer angry countless times before, but this was different. The rage wasn’t fleeting—it was consuming. There was something darker behind it now, an obsession that pulsed through every word.“Dev,” Raga said carefully, “I understand your anger. But you have to think straight. If you act recklessly, everything we’ve built could collapse overnight.”Devandra turned, his glare cutting like a knife. “Are you doubting me,