All Chapters of The CEO’s Secret Heirs: Chasing My Runaway Ex-Wife: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

20 Chapters

Chapter 1: The End of a Three-Year Lie

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

Chapter 2: The Ghost of the Merak Port

The VIP suite at Medistra Hospital was filled with the scent of lilies, but to Arjuna Dirgantara, the air felt strangely thin. Siska lay on the bed, her face pale, her hand clutching his with a desperate strength. "Juna, thank you for coming," she whispered, her voice a fragile reed. "I was so scared. Being away for three years… I thought you’d forgotten me. I thought you’d truly fallen for Dira."Arjuna looked at his childhood sweetheart. This was the moment he had waited for Siska, back in his arms, the "right" woman in the "right" place. But his mind was a battlefield. Every time he looked at Siska’s smile, he saw the image of Anindira’s trembling hands as she held that plastic stick.*It’s a mistake.* His own words echoed in his head, cold and venomous.Suddenly, the television in the corner of the room flickered with a "Breaking News" alert. The anchor's voice was grim, cutting through the silence of the room."Tragedy at the Merak-Bakauheni crossing tonight. The KMP Mutiara fer

Chapter 3: The Queen’s Return

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,

Chapter 4: The Shadow of the Dirgantara

The Indonesia Convention Exhibition (ICE BSD) was teeming with the brightest minds in the tech industry. For the International Robotics and AI Expo, the air was thick with the hum of drones and the excited chatter of developers.Anindira adjusted her sunglasses, her gaze scanning the crowded hall. She knew the risk of being in such a public space so soon after the gala, but she couldn't deny Bumi this. At five years old, Bumi didn't want toys; he wanted circuit boards and neural networks."Bunda, look! A tactile feedback arm!" Langit shouted, pointing at a nearby display of medical robots. Unlike his brother, Langit was fascinated by how tech could help people, his eyes wide with wonder."Stay close, Langit," Dira cautioned, her hand firmly on his shoulder. She looked down to her left, but her heart stopped. The space beside her was empty. "Bumi? Bumi!"Her pulse began to race. In a sea of thousands, her son the boy who carried the face of the most powerful man in Jakarta was gone.**

Chapter 5: The Predator in Penthouse 402

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

Chapter 6: The Lion and the Cubs

The Jakarta traffic was a living nightmare, a sea of red brake lights stretching across Jalan Sudirman like a bleeding wound. Anindira gripped the steering wheel of her Range Rover, her knuckles white. She was already twenty minutes late to pick up the twins from Pelita Harapan International."Move, please just move," she whispered, her voice trembling. She had been stuck in a "mandatory" zoning meeting for the Landmark project a meeting that had been suspiciously dragged out by one of Arjuna’s lead consultants. Now, she realized it wasn't a coincidence. It was a tactical delay.Her phone buzzed. A text from the school’s administration: “Ms. Prawiro, please be advised that a Mr. Arjuna Dirgantara has checked in as an emergency contact for Bumi and Langit. The boys are currently in the private waiting lounge with him.”Dira felt the air leave her lungs. The "Emergency Contact"? She hadn't authorized that. But in Jakarta, the name Dirgantara was a master key. No administrator would da

Chapter 7: The Queen of Menteng

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

Chapter 8: The Fragile Queen

The air in the East Wing of the Dirgantara mansion felt heavy, as if the very walls were exhaling the memories Anindira had tried to bury. Despite the high-end air purifiers Arjuna had installed, Dira felt a familiar, sharp constriction in her chest. It was the "Ferry Scar." Five years ago, the smoke and salt water of the Merak Port disaster had done more than just frighten her; they had left her with pulmonary scarring that flared up whenever her stress levels peaked. And living under the same roof as Arjuna Dirgantara was the definition of extreme stress."Bunda, you’re breathing funny," Bumi said, looking up from his laptop. His grey eyes, so like the man downstairs, were narrowed in clinical concern. "Your respiratory rate is up by twenty percent. Should I call the emergency services, or just hack into the building's oxygen supply?""I’m just tired, Bumi," Dira lied, leaning against the doorframe of the boys’ suite. Her voice felt thin, like parchment. "The move was a lot of wor

Chapter 9: The Alpha’s Clash

The foyer of the Dirgantara mansion, with its soaring marble columns and priceless Javanese antiques, felt like a pressure cooker on the verge of exploding.Arjuna Dirgantara stood at the base of the grand staircase, his presence like a dark thundercloud. Across the room, framed by the open mahogany doors, stood Raka Mahendra. Raka looked every bit the challenger relaxed, dressed in a light grey Italian suit, with a small, confident smile that didn't reach his eyes."Raka," Arjuna said, his voice dropping into a register that made the nearby maids scurry for cover. "I don't remember inviting the competition into my private residence for breakfast."Raka stepped further into the light, his gaze moving past Arjuna to find Anindira. "I’m not here for breakfast, Juna. I’m here for Dira. We have the design presentation for the SCBD Landmark at ten. I didn't think you’d be the type to hold your lead architect hostage in her own home.""It isn't her home," Arjuna countered, stepping forward

Chapter 10: The Dawn Encounter

The sky over Jakarta was a bruised purple, the first light of dawn struggling to pierce through the thick layer of smog and humidity. At exactly 5:45 AM, Anindira stepped out of the black Maybach at the SCBD construction site. The "Crystal Tower" was currently nothing more than a skeleton of reinforced concrete and jagged rebar, but even in its infancy, it dominated the neighborhood. Dira adjusted her white hard hat and pulled her high-visibility vest tighter over her black turtleneck. She looked like a general preparing for battle.She expected to be alone for at least fifteen minutes. She wanted to walk the perimeter, to breathe in the scent of wet cement and ozone before the "Iron King" arrived to suffocate her with his presence.But as she rounded the corner of the primary elevator shaft, she saw a figure standing on the edge of the fifth-floor mezzanine, looking out over the city.Arjuna Dirgantara. He wasn't wearing a suit. He was in heavy work boots, dark tactical trousers, a

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