All Chapters of Her Rise After Ruin: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“Call her husband immediately! She could lose the baby if we delay any further without intervention!”The nurse’s shout shattered the calm of the hospital lobby. I could only lean my weakened body against the cold marble wall, gripping the edge of the waiting chair with violently trembling hands. The pain twisting in my lower abdomen felt like invisible hands squeezing, trying to rip the life out of my womb. This was my second pregnancy, and I was fighting alone amid the chaos of nurses rushing back and forth.“Ma’am, where is your husband?” the nurse approached again, her face tense as she held a file still blank without a signature. “Your pregnancy is experiencing serious complications. There’s mild internal bleeding. If your husband doesn’t sign the consent form immediately, we cannot proceed with further examination or medical procedures. This is a matter of life and death, Ma’am!”I swallowed hard, the bitterness thick in my throat. My lips were pale and cracked, making it diffic

“Daddy’s home, Mom! Let’s go downstairs! Daddy’s back!”Clarisa’s high-pitched voice broke the suffocating silence of the bedroom. The little girl jumped off the bed with sparkling eyes, momentarily forgetting the pain on her backside from her grandmother’s earlier ضرب. To her, Dewangga’s return was a glimmer of hope—the only moment she felt she had a protector, even if her father often acted cold.Serena set aside the warm compress she had been using to ease the pain in her lower abdomen. She forced a faint smile, masking her pale face with a light dusting of powder. “Yes, sweetheart. Let’s go welcome Daddy,” she whispered, holding Clarisa’s small hand.Downstairs, the large teak door swung open. Dewangga stepped inside in his expensive suit, still neat despite the fatigue lining his handsome face. In both hands, he carried several large bags filled with soft, adorable plush dolls—the kind of toys Clarisa had always dreamed of whenever they passed by a toy store.“Daddy!” Clarisa ran

The morning sunlight streamed through the glass walls of Dewangga Investment’s grand office, yet the atmosphere inside was anything but warm. Dewangga sat in his executive chair, occasionally glancing at his Rolex. It had been more than twenty-four hours since Serena left the house, taking Clarisa with her in the middle of the storm.In Dewangga’s mind, this was nothing more than another dramatic act. He was certain that Serena—jobless, without access to cash, and in a weakened physical state—would come crawling back to his doorstep before sunset. He imagined her kneeling at his feet, begging for forgiveness just to be let back in for Clarisa’s sake.“That woman has nowhere to go,” Dewangga muttered as he sipped his bitter coffee. “She’ll realize soon enough how cruel the outside world is without my name behind her.”Suddenly, there was a firm knock on his office door.“Come in,” Dewangga replied shortly, expecting his secretary to bring news that Serena was waiting in the lobby, tear

Camera flashes exploded one after another in front of the Grand Ballroom lobby of a five-star hotel that night. A long red carpet stretched across the entrance, welcoming top-tier actors, visionary directors, and powerful investors in the entertainment industry. Tonight was the gala premiere of a blockbuster film funded by a major consortium—an event that served as a stage for power and prestige.Dewangga stepped out of his black Mercedes-Benz with his chin held high. He wore a custom-made tuxedo that fit his tall frame perfectly. On his arm, Vanes clung affectionately. She wore a gold silk gown that subtly emphasized her slightly rounded belly—a silent declaration to the world that she was the new winner in Dewangga’s life.“Smile, darling,” Dewangga whispered as they approached the line of reporters. “Tonight, we’ll show everyone that my life is much better after getting rid of that parasite.”Dewangga felt completely in control. Ever since Serena left, he had deliberately brought V

The cold floor of the Religious Court corridor felt like an execution stage for anyone without power. Dewangga stepped in confidently, surrounded by a line of lawyers dressed in dark suits worth tens of millions of rupiah. Beside him, Emely walked with her chin held high, wearing an elegant silk kebaya as if she were attending a gala, not a trial that would determine her own grandchild’s fate.Dewangga glanced toward the entrance, waiting for Serena. In his mind, he imagined her arriving with a pale face and swollen eyes, begging not to lose custody of Clarisa. He had prepared everything: money to bribe witnesses, influence to manipulate public opinion, and a narrative painting Serena as mentally unstable.But when the doors opened, all eyes turned to Serena Zea.She walked in calmly, dressed in an ivory-white suit that contrasted sharply with the dull courtroom atmosphere. There was no fear in her eyes. Behind her, Aditya Wardana followed, carrying a briefcase of documents ready to s