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Anita stood in front of the full-length mirror in her bedroom. Her elegant evening blue dress fell gracefully along her curves, and her makeup accentuated a beauty she never flaunted casually. Tonight, she wasn't just a guest. She was a symbol of resistance.After ensuring everything was perfect, Anita picked up a small bag that matched her dress. She stepped out of her house and headed for her parked car. She started the engine, and at a moderate speed, she sped off into the darkness.A few minutes later, the car stopped in front of a modest house located some distance from the city center. It was a stark contrast to her luxurious lifestyle. Yet, here, her husband had lived—in a place filled with tranquility and secrecy.Anita got out of the car and looked around. The porch light was dim, but it was enough to make out the figure of a middle-aged man standing in the doorway. His face was friendly, but his eyes held a sharpness that couldn't be ignored."Good evening, son-in-law," the

Morgan's black car slowly pulled into the parking lot where the event was taking place. Behind the wheel, his expression remained calm, seemingly unaffected by the formal atmosphere within the grand building.After parking the car, Morgan got out first. With a polite and dignified demeanor, he opened the passenger door. Anita stepped out gracefully, her elegant dress swaying with her steps."Thank you, Morgan," Anita said curtly.Morgan simply nodded slightly. "You're welcome."But before they could walk any further, Anita tugged on his jacket sleeve, stopping him momentarily. "Morgan," her voice was low but firm. "Inside, I want us to look like a real married couple. Don't give them any reason to suspect anything."Morgan glanced at her briefly, before his lips curved into a faint smile. Wordlessly, he wrapped his arm around Anita's waist, pulling her close until she was almost touching."What are you—" Anita choked, her eyes widening as the distance between them evaporated so quickl

Hana took Prayoga's hand and led him with her. They both reached the seat where Anita and her husband were sitting."Hello, Anita," Hana greeted.Anita turned to Hana, who was now holding Prayoga's hand affectionately. It seemed she was deliberately showing off to her.Anita extended her hand and congratulated Hana. "Congratulations on your engagement, Hana, and Prayoga."Hana returned the gesture with a glance. "Yes, thank you very much.""Who is she?" Prayoga asked Hana, as this was the first time he had seen her.Anita, hearing this, immediately smiled sarcastically. It seemed Hana had deliberately kept her from telling her."You don't know who I am? Oh, that's natural, it's the first time we've met. Let me introduce myself. My name is Anita Anindya Hartanto."Hearing the surname made Prayoga turn to Hana. "You have a sibling, Hana? Didn't you say you were the Hartanto family's only child?"Prayoga was a little annoyed because he felt he'd been lied to by Hana. Moreover, it turned

Morgan smiled faintly, but that smile hid a thousand cunning plans. This place was dark, hidden behind the ruins of an old, long-abandoned factory. The sound of the wind through the broken walls seemed to whisper tonight's secrets.He stood quietly, surrounded by four men dressed in full black. Their eyes were alert, but they bowed respectfully to one figure: Morgan.“You're fast. Faster than I expected,” Morgan said, tucking his hands into his long coat.“As ordered, sir. We won't let anyone touch you,” replied one of the men standing at the front.Morgan nodded, then reached into his pocket and pulled out several thick brown envelopes. “These are for you. Use as needed. But remember…”His gaze sharpened, his voice dropping to a deadly whisper. “You haven't seen me tonight. And one more thing, make sure your position in that house remains secure. Don't let Prayoga or Umara smell any treachery.”“We understand, sir. We will be your eyes and shield there.”Morgan patted each of their s

The door was knocked softly. Anwar came in carrying two cups of warm tea. He placed it on the table before sitting across from Morgan. "Here, drink first." Morgan nodded slowly. "Thank You." For a few seconds, only the sound of the wall clock ticking could be heard. Until Anwar spoke, softly but clearly. "I saw someone at the party yesterday. His movements were a little strange." Morgan immediately turned his head, staring sharply at Anwar. "Someone? Who?" Anwar did not answer immediately. He stared blankly at the rising tea steam, as if he was considering whether this was a good time to bring something up. "Either it's just a coincidence... or it's really him." "Who is he, Anwar?" Anwar looked at Morgan, this time with eyes that were hard to read - there was an old wound there, hidden behind the calmness of his face. "Is that your former lover? The one who was a maid... in my house?" Morgan was silent. The name wasn't mentioned yet, but his brain started working fast. He k