The CEO’s Secret Heirs: Chasing My Runaway Ex-Wife의 모든 챕터: 챕터 1 - 챕터 8

The rain lashed against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Dirgantara mansion in Menteng, mirroring the coldness that had settled in Anindira’s bones. In her hand, she clutched a small plastic stick. Two thin, red lines stared back at her. To anyone else, it was a miracle. To Dira, it was a death sentence for her heart. She was pregnant. After three years of a silent, loveless marriage to Arjuna Dirgantara, she finally had the one thing she thought would bridge the gap between them.But she was five minutes too late.The heavy oak doors of the master bedroom swung open. The scent of rain, expensive tobacco, and sandalwood filled the room a scent Dira once found comforting, but now made her stomach churn.Arjuna Dirgantara stepped in. He was breathtakingly handsome in a way that felt dangerous, his charcoal suit perfectly tailored to his broad shoulders. His eyes, usually as cold as the grey Jakarta skyline, were even sharper tonight.He didn't look at her. He never did. He walked st

The Grand Hyatt Jakarta was a fortress of glass and gold tonight. The Dirgantara Foundation’s Annual Charity Gala was the most coveted ticket in the city a place where the elite came to flaunt their wealth and whisper about the latest scandals.Five years ago, Anindira had attended this same gala as the "invisible wife." She had worn a modest, off-the-rack dress and spent the night in the shadows, making sure Arjuna’s glass was never empty and his mother’s seat was comfortable. No one had even known her name then. She was just "The Prawiro girl who got lucky."Tonight, the air was different.The valet opened the door to a sleek, matte-black Maybach. A leg draped in shimmering midnight-blue silk emerged, followed by the rest of Anindira. Her dress was a masterpiece of haute couture a backless, floor-length gown that clung to her curves like a second skin, embroidered with thousands of tiny sapphires that caught the light like a galaxy. Her hair was swept up in a sophisticated chignon,

The morning sun filtered through the sheer silk curtains of Anindira’s penthouse in the Senopati district. It was one of the most exclusive addresses in Jakarta, chosen specifically for its three-layer biometric security. Dira had spent a fortune to ensure that the only way to reach her front door was through a private elevator and a fingerprint scan. She thought she had bought herself a fortress. She thought money could buy a wall thick enough to keep the "Iron King" of Jakarta out of her life. She was wrong."Bunda, I can't find my noise-canceling headphones!" Bumi shouted from his bedroom, his voice carrying the sharp, impatient edge he had inherited from his father. "Check the charging station, Bumi. You left them there after you... 'restructured' the school's firewall last night," Dira replied, rubbing her temples. She was exhausted. After the confrontation at the Robotics Expo yesterday, she hadn't slept a wink. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Arjuna’s grey eyes filled

The black wrought-iron gates of the Dirgantara Mansion in Menteng swung open like the jaws of a sleeping beast. As the Range Rover crawled up the gravel driveway, Anindira felt a familiar, phantom chill settle over her skin. Five years ago, she had walked out of these gates in the middle of a torrential thunderstorm, carrying nothing but a broken heart and a secret. Now, she was returning in a convoy, with the most powerful man in Jakarta personally driving her, and two heirs who held the future of the Dirgantara empire in their small, sticky hands."Bunda, this house is too big," Langit whispered, pressing his nose against the window. "Does a giant live here?""No, Langit," Bumi said, his eyes sharp as he scanned the security cameras positioned every ten meters. "Just a man with a lot of ego."Arjuna, sitting in the driver's seat, let out a dry, pained chuckle. "It’s your house too now, Bumi. Both of you.""It’s a house, Om. Not a home," Bumi countered, his voice flat and precise.A