All Chapters of Trapped in a One Night Stand relationship with an ex-lover : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Morgan stood with his back to the bed, staring straight out the large glass window that framed the Jakarta skyline, still glistening beneath the remnants of the morning rain. His reflection stared back at him—an imposing man with a clenched jaw, rigid shoulders, and dark eyes churning with unspoken turmoil. His mother’s threat was no empty bluff. Helena Erlangga held unshakable sway over the veteran faction of Erlangga Holding’s board of commissioners, and she knew exactly how to dismantle her own son’s position should her festering grudge be provoked.On the medical bed, Camelia lay perfectly still. Every word from their vicious argument still echoed sharply in her mind. Accusations of selling honor, of being a murderer, a leech—they swirled like shards of glass, slicing through her fragile, newly regained consciousness.A crushing, icy wave of guilt slowly spread through her chest.All this time, Camelia had believed her struggle with Morgan was purely a matter of business integrity

“We cannot let a young man blinded by personal sympathy shatter the foundation this company was built on with blood and tears,” Helena’s voice cut clear and sharp through the silence. “Morgan has abused his financial authority and our private security forces to protect the Nusantara Heritage family—the very name that sent my husband to his grave!”The commissioners murmured among themselves. Several, long-standing allies of Morgan’s late father, nodded grimly in agreement.“Mrs. Helena is right,” said Mr. Gunawan, one of the senior commissioners. “Stock prices are already fluctuating over rumors of this internal rift. If Morgan continues using Erlangga Holding’s assets to shield Camelia Nusantara, we must act decisively before our portfolio loses more value.”Just as the formal resolution began circulating for signatures, the heavy carved teak double doors swung open.CLICK.Firm, unhurried footsteps echoed across the polished marble floor. Morgan entered in an immaculate black suit,

“All the directors of our subsidiaries are assembled in the third-floor boardroom, Miss Camelia,” her new personal assistant said, bowing respectfully as he handed over the restructuring report. “As per your directive, we will begin a full purge of any management figures who facilitated Bagaskara’s shadow transactions.”Camelia turned, her warm brown eyes shining with the resolve of a true leader. “Ensure every audit is conducted with total transparency. Nusantara Heritage will no longer hide a single crack. We begin a new era today.”The internal restructuring ran like a marathon through the day. Camelia led meeting after meeting, cutting through corrupt red tape and rebuilding an executive team of unwavering loyalty. Yet beneath her professional strength, she knew: none of this recovery would have been possible without the shield Morgan had placed around her.Outside the building, two private security units from Erlangga Holding stood in tight coordination with Nusantara Heritage’s

The Central Jakarta District Court had been under tight guard by fully armed police personnel since the quiet hours before dawn. Iron barricades lined the main corridors, holding back crowds of reporters, legal activists, and members of the public—all pressing to witness the most sensational trial of the year. The case involving corporate fraud, cross-border document forgery, and premeditated attempted murder linked to Bagaskara Erlangga had finally reached its final reckoning in the courtroom of law.Inside the grand, packed Main Courtroom, the air felt cold and oppressive. The low hum of whispers from those in attendance instantly fell silent as the panel of five judges filed in and took their seats at the presiding bench.On the left side of the courtroom, Bagaskara Erlangga sat in the defendant’s chair. The middle-aged man who once carried himself with such dominating presence in expensive tailored suits now wore a plain white shirt and a bright orange detention vest. Though weari

"North sector—unidentified movement detected on the second-floor service corridor. Three targets. Short-barreled firearms and tactical knives. Execute quietly; not a single guest is to notice."David’s raspy, cold voice crackled through the encrypted earpiece channel. In the dim glow of the Jakarta Arts Center’s security control room, Morgan’s personal aide and tactical chief stared intently at the bank of surveillance monitors. His fingers flew across the keyboard, triggering automatic door lockdowns to contain the threat."Copy that, David. Alpha Team moving in from the west wing. I’ll take the blind spot at the upper balcony," Noah replied over the same channel. His breathing remained steady, untouched by surging adrenaline.This night was meant to be pure celebration. The Erlangga-Nusantara Global Initiative launch was being honored with a gala dinner and world-class classical orchestra performance. Yet David and Morgan knew all too well: Bagaskara’s sudden fall left dangerous rem