You're Eyeing My Future Husband

ened his tie, his fingers trembling, a sensation he had never felt in his twenty-seven years of life. Arga Putra Wijaya was a man of steel. He had built an empire f

ic. His heart hammered against

, his voice coming o

im before leaving-that sly, oily smirk-it all started to make sense now. The room began to spin, the expensive wallpaper blurring into a swirl of gol

door open, the hallway seemed miles long. His vision doubled. He wasn't in control anymore. His body felt like it w

s useless, but the door to Suite 404 was slightly ajar, a sliver of lig

ll out, but it came out

the bedroom, a fig

yelids, they felt like they were weighted with lead. Her mind was a fog, a thick whi

ta

ass of warm milk. "To help you sleep, Sis. Y

happiest woman in the world. But as she drank, the world had begun to tilt. Her limbs grew heavy, her voice died in her throat

hear the sound of someone breathing-harsh, ragged, and too close. She wanted to scream, to run, to f

he bed. A heat so intense it fel

suming his soul. His hands, usually so precise and controlled, were frantic as they gripped the

ead, his own voice, buried deep bene

the self. Arga leaned down, his breath hot against the girl's neck. He didn't know her name. He

knew the

elp me.* But no one came. The hotel room was a tomb of luxury. The man above her was a stranger, a force of nature that broke through her defenses with a ter

econd. Zara's heart let out a silent, shattered cry. In that moment, she knew. Everything

into white light. For a moment, the fire receded, leaving behind a cold, hollow shell of a man. He slumped

k at her face

ta flickered, indifferent to the

sun began to creep over the horizon, pai

body. She opened her eyes, staring at the ceiling. For a second, she forgot. Then, the weight of the man lying next to h

handsome-cruelly so. His jaw was sharp, his hair a mess, his expensive shir

fell. She found her dress, her fingers fumbling as she tried to

able. She didn't notice the camera lens peek

ad been scraped raw. She reached the lobby, her hair wild, her eyes red. People stare

ntan-the decorations for the wedding were already up. Yellow jasmine h

physical blow

eeding her mother, needing to hide.

, was crying. And Dion... Dion was standing b

her moth

hand reaching out. "Mom... s

p a phone. On the screen was a photo. A photo of her in that hotel room, draped i

ra sobbed, the walls closing in.

ding behind their mother, her face a picture of

just gave you milk because you were nervous! W

oking for a shred of belief. But Rudi Wijaya-a man who valu

, his voice cold. "On the eve of your w

The man from the room... was

ement ring from his pocket-the ring she had cherished-and threw it

" Dion said. "I don'

an anything that had happen

cking her from outside the window. She had been robbed, betrayed, and no

ed. And in her place, something

eared, leaving behind a crushing weight of realization. He reme

aya. He was supposed to be untouchable. But he had jus

he nightstand. It was

he gift, Arga. The

His jaw tightened until it ached. He didn't

e would find her. Not because he loved her, but because in the world of the Wijayas, you nev

And if he had to burn the whole world down to find out who set

know, she was