The mansion on the outskirts of Jakarta was a monument to excess. Marble floors polished to a mirror finish reflected the crystal chandeliers above, but the grandeur felt hollow. The air was heavy, thick with the cloying scent of expensive jasmine and an underlying, sharp note of cold terror.Inside the nursery, the walls were painted a soft, mocking pastel. Sari sat on the edge of a velvet armchair, her knuckles white as she clutched her three-month-old daughter, Lina, to her chest."Softly, Lina... please, sleep softly," Sari whispered, her voice barely a thread.The heavy oak door creaked. Sari didn't have to look up to know who it was. The temperature in the room seemed to drop ten degrees."She is still awake?" Budi’s voice was a low, melodic rumble that made the hair on Sari’s neck stand up.Sari stiffened, her spine turning to iron. "She... she is restless tonight, Mas Budi. The heat, perhaps."Budi walked into the room, his handmade Italian leather shoes clicking rhythmically
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