Lahat ng Kabanata ng The CEO’s Secret Heirs: Chasing My Runaway Ex-Wife: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

The silver key felt unnervingly cold in Anindira’s pocket as she walked through the silent corridors of the Menteng mansion. It was nearly midnight. The twins were asleep, and Arjuna had not yet returned from the office, likely buried in the emergency safety audit he had ordered after the accident.Dira stood before the heavy, reinforced steel door at the far end of the basement level. This wasn't just a cellar; it was the Dirgantara vault a place where three generations of secrets were kept behind a biometric lock and a physical key.She inserted the silver key. With a heavy, mechanical thud, the bolts retracted.The room smelled of old paper, cedarwood, and the sterile scent of an industrial climate-control system. Rows of mahogany filing cabinets and leather-bound ledgers stood like silent sentinels. This was the heartbeat of the empire Arjuna had inherited and the prison he had invited her back into.Dira walked past the business records, her eyes searching for the personal archiv

The grand ballroom of the Ritz-Carlton Jakarta was a sea of shimmering silk and sharp tuxedos. It was the "Architectural Excellence Awards" the most prestigious night for the industry and tonight, all eyes were on the woman who had returned from the dead to dominate the skyline.Anindira Prawiro stood at the center of the room, looking like a midnight dream in a structured, charcoal-grey gown with a daring slit. She was no longer the girl who hid in the corner. She was the woman everyone wanted to know."You look like you’re ready to conquer more than just an award tonight, Dira," a familiar voice whispered in her ear.Dira turned to see Raka Mahendra. He looked devastatingly handsome in a classic tuxedo, a glass of champagne in each hand. He handed her one, his fingers lingering on hers just a second too long."I’m just here to represent A.P. Studio, Raka. No conquering necessary."Raka’s eyes darkened with a mixture of admiration and something more desperate. "Bumi told me about wha

The neon lights of Shinjuku bled into the damp asphalt of the Tokyo streets, creating a kaleidoscope of electric pinks and icy blues. For most tourists, this was a city of wonder; for Anindira Prawiro, it felt like a labyrinth designed to swallow her family whole.Arjuna had bypassed the usual five-star hotels in favor of a private, high-security residence owned by the Dirgantara Group in the Shibuya district. He was taking no chances. The "Family Trip" label had been discarded the moment they touched down at Narita."Keep your tracker on at all times, Langit," Dira said, her voice tight with a tension that hadn't left her since the plane landed. She adjusted the small, stylish smartwatch on her younger son's wrist. "And Bumi, if you see anyone looking at us for more than three seconds, you tell me.""Bunda, I’ve already tapped into the Tokyo Metropolitan Police's facial recognition feed for this district," Bumi said, tapping away at his customized tablet as they walked toward a quiet

The Shinkansen sliced through the Japanese countryside like a silver needle, leaving the neon chaos of Tokyo far behind. Inside the private first-class cabin, the atmosphere was thick with a new, fragile kind of peace.Anindira sat by the window, her shoulder still stabilized by a high-tech medical brace. She watched the rice paddies blur into a sea of emerald green, her reflection in the glass looking softer than it had in years. Beside her, Langit had finally fallen asleep, his head resting against her arm, while Bumi was unusually not on his tablet. He was staring at Arjuna, who sat across from them, reading a traditional Japanese map."We aren't staying in a hotel?" Bumi asked, his voice low so as not to wake his brother."No," Arjuna said, looking up. The dark circles under his eyes remained, but the haunting look of despair had been replaced by a quiet, fierce determination. "I’ve booked a Ryokan in the Higashiyama district of Kyoto. It’s been in the same family for four hundred

The private Dirgantara jet touched down at Halim Perdanakusuma Airport just as the Jakarta sun began to set, casting long, golden shadows over the tarmac. Five days ago, Anindira had left this city as a woman under protection, a ghost trying to find her footing. Today, she stepped off the stairs as the woman who owned the ground beneath the wheels of the plane.She wore a bespoke power suit in a shade of midnight blue that bordered on black, her hair pulled back into a sharp, lethal ponytail. Beside her, Arjuna walked with a new kind of stride no longer the man trying to command her, but the man proud to be seen by her side."Bunda, look at the cars," Langit whispered, pointing toward a fleet of six black SUVs waiting at the edge of the runway. "There are more guards than before.""They aren't guards, Langit," Arjuna said, placing a hand on the boy’s shoulder. "They’re an escort. Today, we aren't just going home. We’re going to the office.""The office? At 6:00 PM?" Dira asked, glanci