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No | 2024-09-21 19:18 | active | 1519 | 0 | ๐ฅ๐ฅ Click to Read ๐๐ป๐๐ป | He's hella hot. They all are, to be fair, but the big brother. he's fine. He's also a massive prick. And I'm a fighter, born and raised, which is why when I feel like I'm being backed into a corner, I throw punches, and when I can't throw punches, I use my body and my mouth to get myself out of trouble. Violence and hot. That's all I've ever known. ___________ Callie He's gone. My father is dead. Put a shoot in his own temple, it seems. Just like that. Quick and painless. I bet he didn't even feel it. I don't want much in life, so long as I have a little cash and a place to lie my head at night, I'm good to go, but I wanted this, wished for it, even, so why am I so disappointed? Dissatisfied might be the better word. I've imagined his death more than a few times in my seventeen years on this planet, fantasized about it while getting my handed to me on the regular - among other things - but none of those fantasies were as simple as a gunshot to the head. He should have suffered. Leaning back in his favorite brown leather armchair, I blow out a hit of my joint and stare at his now covered body on the other side of our dingy, two bedroom apartment in one of the dirtiest neighborhoods of Vegas, allowing my thoughts to wander for a moment. Why is he on the couch? Why didn't he end his miserable life in the place he slouched day and night, watching his old football tapes, drinking his cheap whiskey and smoking his dirty smoking? Doesn't make a lick of sense to me. Jason O'Conner wasn't a suicidal man. I won't deny life kicked his sorry in more ways than one. Despite his dead parents and his abusive upbringing in foster care, he wanted a good life for himself and he worked hard to make it happen. In high school he was the prom king, the captain of the football team, an up and coming star on his way to the NFL, worshipped by most and envied by many. Then everything went to bad when he knocked up the prom queen and injured his knee on the field the summer before college. His career crashed and burned, he was abandoned by his gold digging high school sweetheart and left with nothing but a broken heart, a broken dream and a newborn baby daughter to raise. He spent his days in this old chair, reliving his glory days on a constant loop and cursing the world for taking everything he ever wanted. But still, he was never suicidal. Because he had me. I was his vice, his punching bag, his source of enjoyment, his only purpose in life. I'm the person he blamed for everything he lost, and f-ck if he ever let me forget it. "Miss O'Conner." I blink away the thought, sliding my eyes to the middle aged female cop who's currently half way through taking my statement. "Is that a cannabis smoking?" She fumes, tapping her pen on her little notebook. "No." I shrug, inhaling another hit. "It's a joint." "You do realize it's illegal for persons under the age of twenty one to smoke cannabis in this state?" I pop my mouth open and feign shock. "You don't say." She glares at that, opening her mouth to say something else but snapping it shut when one of her colleagues walks over to us. The man gives me a look, you know, the sorry about your dead daddy but I'm a little confused as to why you're not sobbing like a grieving daughter should be look, then he turns to the woman and leans over to speak in her ear. She frowns, listening to whatever he has to say, so I move my eyes back to the dead body on the couch, still struggling to make sense of what happened here tonight. None of these idiots would tell me anything when I got back and walked in on this show. Instead they sat me down and asked where I'd been and what I'd been doing for the last few hours. I lied, of course, told them I fell asleep at a friend's house, because if they knew what I was really doing, I'd be in a lot of trouble right now. "Callie!" Speak of the devil.. I look to the front door and grin like a prick when my good friend Officer Anderson walks over to me. Short brown hair and eyes to match, packed with hard muscle and those bulgy veins guys get when they take too many steroids. He looks more like a male stripper slash gang leader than a cop, which isn't actually a far stretch from the truth. "What are you doing?" He hisses, snatching the joint from my mouth. "You're sat in a room full of badges and a dead body for god sakes. Have some respect." I raise a brow at that, reaching up to snatch my joint back. "Respect? Seriously?" He sighs, dropping down on the coffee table to level with me. "Look, I feel for you, babe, I really do. I don't wanna see you in a group home any more than you do. But what's your plan here? Get yourself booked every night for the next three months until your eighteenth birthday rolls around?" "Exactly." I grin, appreciating the way his chest and arms look in that tight gray t-shirt he's wearing. "You think I could rent a drawer in your desk at the station? Just a small one for my thongs and a toothbrush, some deodorant, condoms, that kinda thing." He tries, I'll give him that, but he fails to hide the tiny little grin pulling at his lips. "You're a cocky little prick, you know that?" I smirk, running my nail over the police badge wrapped around his neck. The first time he said that to me was the day we met. He caught me and a few friends drinking in the park a couple years back, told us to pack it up and move on, so I told him show me what he was packing and maybe I'd consider doing as I was told. He arrested me. "You gonna cuff me again, Officer?" "Not tonight, babe." He mutters, glancing around the apartment, and it's only now I realize he seems on edge. "I got a feelin' the silver bracelets are a helluva lot different where you're headed." I frown. Dean Anderson is one of the dirtiest cops you'll find in Sin City. Mid twenties, built like a machine, won't hesitate to slit your throat from ear to ear if you push him far enough. If he's nervous about whatever comes next, pretty sure I should be, too. "Dean.." I drop the act, leaning my elbows on my knees. "What is goin' on?" He sighs, sliding his eyes back to mine. "Look, I don't even understand it myself, so let's just see how this plays out, yeah?" My jaw ticks because that makes no sense to me, but I don't get a chance to think on his meaning before some blond haired, hazel eyed chick walks through the front door like she owns the place, eyes on me and headed this way with a clear purpose. I eye her when she stops in front of me, taking in her skin tight, knee length, very expensive looking cream dress, long blond hair curled into perfect beach waves and a face full of professional looking make up. She eyes me right back, and I don't miss the way her nose turns up a little when she takes in my black sweats, the too big hoodie draped aimlessly around my shoulders, the several piercings in my ears and the metal ring on the corner of my bottom lip. She's better than me and she knows it. "You must be Callie." She tries a smile, fake . "Lookin' a little overdressed for a social worker, aren't we?" I raise a brow, enjoying the way she falters a little. "Are those seriously Christian Louboutins on your feet?" "You know your shoes." She muses, nodding her approval while she gives me another once over. "I guess you really are my daughter." My joint hits the carpet. Did she just say? The silence that follows is deafening. My ears ring, my vision blurs, and the useless organ in my chest starts pumping wildly, begging me to feel the emotions creeping up my throat and squeezing. I almost feel it, but then I remember who I am and what she is, so I do what I taught myself to do when I was thirteen years old. I release my death grip on the locket around my neck and force that down. "Callie, this is Katherine Kingston." The officer beside her starts, clearing his throat when I slide my eyes to him. "Your father called her before he passed earlier tonight, confessed his plans to her and asked her to take care of y-" I hear laughter - full blown, hysterical laughter - and it's only when all the heads in here turn my way that I realize it's coming from me, because this has to be a joke. The woman who took off on the day I was born and never once bothered to show her face my entire life, the woman who chose herself and money over me is standing in my living room of all places, honest to god planning on taking me home with her. So, yeah, funny if you ask me. "Callie.." Ignoring Dean's nonsense warning tone, I pick up my joint, relight it, and look her dead in the eye, staring openly so she knows just what I think of her. Nothing. I won't deny there were nights I cried myself to sleep at night when I was a little girl, wanting nothing more than to be wrapped up in my mother's arms, wishing she'd come back and protect me from the monsters I knew were all too real, but that ship sailed a long time ago. She's just as dead to me as the sick prick lying in a body bag across the room is now. Always has been, always will be. "Get out." She scowls, struggling to rein in her obvious temper. "Excuse me?" "You heard me." I tip my chin to dismiss her, taking a long hit. "Get out and back to wherever you came from. I'll take my chances in the system." "I'm afraid that's not an option. I'm your official legal guardian and you'll be living with me and my family until you graduate from Westbrook High this summer." I feel the sudden urge to puke. Her family? Westbrook High? "We live in Westbrook, California." She explains, checking her fancy diamond watch. "Run along and pack your things, Callie. I can't fly you home with me because you don't have a passport so I've arranged a car service for us. You can sleep on the way and you'll be attending your new school first thing tomorrow morning." I ignore all of that and slide my eyes to Dean, frowning. "Is this legit?" He nods, looking a little confused because there's no way he doesn't see what I'm seeing. And I thought my heart was dead. I finish my joint and toss the roach in the ash tray, feigning boredom while I consider my options a moment. There aren't many. I could make a run for it right here and now, but I doubt I'd get far, and even if I did, where can I go where she won't find me? The group homes, the cops, the school - they'll all hand me over to her the second I show my face, and it's not like I can live a good life as a runaway minor with no real job and no high school diploma. I could argue, plead with this woman to reconsider, but just looking at her tells me this isn't up for negotiation. Plus I won't give her the satisfaction of hearing me beg. Fresh out of options, I admit defeat and stand to do as she told me to, not missing the sly grin pulling at her fake lips. I walk over to the hole in the wall I call a bedroom and toss all my clothes in a black suitcase, hiding my pistol, cash and weed in the inside zip pocket, then I pull my long, dark brown hair up into a messy knot and take a second to look at myself in the mirror, eyeing the engraving on the cheap, heart shaped silver locket around my neck. My Angel. And yet here I am, headed over to the devil herself, allowing her to drag me off to my newest version of inferno. Oh, the irony. "Callie." Half way to the front door, I lick my lips and turn to face Dean, bumping his raised fist. He catches the look in my eyes and sighs, discreetly slipping me my cut from earlier tonight. "It's only five months, babe." "Three." I argue, shoving the cash in my pocket. "And I better be seeing you a helluva lot sooner than that." He frowns, looking from me to Katherine and back again. "You still wanna work?" "How else am I gonna buy it? Money doesn't grow on trees." He snorts at my stupid joke and shakes his head at me, lightly knocking my chin. "Be good, okay?" "Aren't I always?" I grin, tossing a wave over my shoulder before following Katherine down to the black limo parked out front. Be good, he says. Right. Callie "Why you?" Katherine lifts her eyes from her phone when I break the silence, raising a perfectly waxed brow. "Excuse me?" I lick my lips and lean back on the leather bench seat opposite her, watching her closely like she holds all the answers to my unspoken questions. I shouldn't care, I don't really, what's done is done, but I can't help but wonder.. "Why did he call you?" She smirks at that, folding her arms over her chest. "Took you long enough. You haven't said a word to me all night." "I was sleeping." "You're a terrible liar." "And you're a prick." She sighs and cocks her head, eyeing me curiously. "You have my eyes." "Lucky me." "That's all, though." She observes, moving her eyes over my face. "The rest of you is all him. Your dark hair, your golden tanned skin, your full lips, your petite frame and your natural curves most girls would kill for. You sure didn't get those from me. Mine were bought and paid for." "By the same sorry son of a bimbo who gave you that ugly rock on your finger?" I tip my chin, gesturing to the blinding princess cut diamond on her left hand. "Your personality, though?" She ignores the cheap dig, raising a brow. "That's all me. Your attitude, your whit, your stubbornness, your fire.." "Awful full of yourself, aren't you?" "You're mistaking those for compliments, my dear." She leans forward, patronizing . "We're not in Vegas anymore, Callie. In a city like Westbrook, your big mouth will only get you into more trouble than it's worth. I advise you keep your head down and your mouth shut if you want to survive here." I lick my lips, not missing the warning in her tone. But if she thinks I'm about to listen to a word of her advice, as she called it, she's dead wrong. I don't bother telling her that, though. She'll find out soon enough. "Why did he call you?" She leans back, considering her words carefully before she speaks. "Your father was a complicated man." I don't bother to hide my eye roll because yeah, no sh-t. "He was a good person once." She goes on, sighing a little. "He was raised in a terrible place with terrible people, but he wanted to be better. He was better for a little while.. until he wasn't. But even after all the mistakes he made with you, he wanted to do right by you in the end, Callie." She lies, looking me dead in the eye as she does it. "He didn't want you to end up getting lost and forgotten about in the system. He didn't want you to be alone. He called me because he wanted me to give you the chance you deserve to make something of yourself.. finish high school, get a decent college education and live a good life." She pauses, glancing off and up at something through the tinted windows. "The life you should have had all along." I glare, following her line of sight, and my eyes bug out of my head before I can stop it. The limo slows to a stop and I slide my eyes back to Katherine, watching her smirk like the evil little snake she is - pleased with herself and my reaction, no doubt. "Home sweet home." She grins, sliding over just as the driver opens the back door for her. "Come, Callie." Half stunned, half disgusted, I follow her out and look up, craning my neck to eye the huge sign on the twenty five story, five star hotel standing in front of me. Kingston Palace. Kingston Palace. As in Katherine Kingston..? This is one of the most expensive hotel chains in the country, owned by one of the richest and most powerful men on the west coast. Eyeing the building, I notice it's all black glass and gold finishes - the same theme as the Kingston Palace back in Vegas - large floor to ceiling windows and a wide set of shiny black steps leading up to the entrance. Just then, I look to the side when I spot some hot Hispanic guy wearing a black button down taking my case from the car and carrying it up the front steps. "Hey, buzz cut." I call, following after him to take it off his hands. "I can carry my own . Go find someone else to wait on." "Buzz cut?" He raises a brow, eyeing me and my form. "Can't say I haven't been called worse." I frown at that, because it's way too early for my already spinning head to work through double negatives. "Wait, what?" He laughs lightly, leaning in to take it back from me. "Listen, girl, I'm just doin' my job, alright? I promise it'll get there before you do." "Promises don't mean it unless you can back em' up, and I like to get there first." I tease, shamelessly eyeing his hot body while I take it back again. "Multiple times if you can make it happen." He grins, eyeing Katherine when she glares at him from beside me. "Back to work." She snaps - literally snaps her fingers in his face, the nasty bimbo. Good for him, though, he doesn't falter at her harsh tone. It's clear he doesn't fear or respect her - something that pleases me more than it should. Still grinning, he winks at me and turns around to go do as he's told. "Don't flirt with the staff, Callie." She scolds me, gesturing for me to follow her. "It's tacky." "What's tacky is you snapping your fingers and throwing orders at the staff like you own the place." I fire back, smirking when she glares. We walk through the revolving doors and pass the front desk, a few curious sets of eyes on us as we do. She ignores them as if they don't exist and clicks her red bottoms across the marble floors, headed towards the elevators on the back wall. She goes straight for the middle one - the one with the big K symbol embroidered on the doors - and slides a black and gold keycard into the little black box to open it. I remain silent as we ride up, so does she, but I can feel her eyes on me through the mirrored glass, casually checking me for my reaction because it doesn't take a genius to figure out what's happening here. I give her nothing. As predicted, the elevator stops at the penthouse and the doors slide open to reveal what I can only describe as money. The black and gold theme continues up here, black marble floors with gold flecks lightly dusted throughout. The huge open plan space is modern and immaculately clean, high ceilings with gold chandeliers and fancy art hanging on the walls. There's a living room straight ahead filled with chunky leather furniture and a lit fireplace sitting in the middle of the space, a kitchen slash dining area to the left with a wide hallway that leads I don't know where, another hallway to the right and a staircase in the far corner, meaning there must be a whole other level up there. "You can go ahead and grab a quick shower if you need." Katherine tells me, dropping her designer purse on the kitchen island. "I'll order us some room service so you can get some food in you before school. Your bedroom's upstairs, last door on the right. You've got your own bathroom and everything you need should be up there already. If not, there's a phone on your nightstand you can use to call the girls downstairs and they'll bring you whatever." I shake my head at her nonchalance because I'm almost positive this woman is out of her mind. Without a word, I head for the curved staircase and walk up, passing a set of wide double doors on my left and a few singles on my right before I find the one she called mine. Forget the bedroom - it's all the same ridiculous, over the top sh-t you'd expect in a place like this, but I won't deny the killer view through the floor to ceiling windows across the back wall is pretty awesome. Stepping out onto the balcony through the sliding glass doors, a big grin pulls at my lips when I lean over and look down at the lit up city of Westbrook below me. I like heights - the danger, the adrenaline, the fear - it gets my blood pumping. I roll myself a joint and drop down on the cushioned couch outside, folding my ankles on the glass coffee table and lifting my Beats over my head. Home by Machine Guy Kelly plays in my ears while I watch the sunrise and allow myself a moment to run through my life from start to finish, wondering how I ended up here and what I did to deserve the show that is my existence. Poor little Callie O'Conner. No one loves you and you're all alone. Get a grip. I lock my jaw and push away the pathetic thoughts that have no business filling my head, then I toss my roach in the dirt. Fifteen minutes later, I'm freshly showered, dressed in a pair of tight ripped jeans and an unzipped hoodie with my headphones sitting around my neck. I drag my feet downstairs to find a waiting Katherine sitting at the kitchen island with her phone pressed to her ear. "Yes, fine, I have to go, I'll call you later." She smiles at me, fake, then she hangs up on whoever she was talking to and tosses the phone in her bag. "I didn't know what you liked so I ordered a little of everything." She tells me, gesturing for me to take the seat opposite hers. I stay where I stand and she stares, waiting for me to say or do something, so I roll my eyes and grab the coffee pot on the side, pouring myself a to go cup. "I don't eat breakfast." "You should." She argues, tossing a grape in her mouth. "It's the important meal of the day. That's the kinda thing mothers teach their daughters, right?" I roll my eyes at her lame attempt at a joke and swallow a much needed hit of caffeine, eyeing her a moment. "Your husband know I'm here?" "He does." She nods, licking her lips. "He's taken his sons downstairs for breakfast to break the news to them." My coffee stills half way to my mouth. His sons? "Three boys." She explains, trying and failing to hide the snarl on her face. "Damon, Wren and Kai. They're all seniors at Westbrook High so I'm sure you'll see them around, but it's probably best you stay out of their way at school and at home if you want to survive here." There's that word again. 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Yes | 2024-09-21 19:18 | active | 1519 | 0 | MULAI MEMBACA๐ | Usai bercerai, sang mantan suami segera mengumumkan pertunangannya dengan sang kekasih. Dia terbangun dari kenyataan, menyembunyikan perutnya yang hamil dan pergi, tanpa mengetahui bahwa setelah dia pergi, pria itu menjadi gila mencarinya ke seluruh dunia. ===== Pada suatu malam yang penuh badai, Kelly Khansa menyandarkan diri ke kepala ranjang, membolak-balik buku dan merasa mengantuk. Tiba-tiba, pintu kamar berayun terbuka. Terkejut, Kelly mendongak dan mendapati suaminya, Johan Rahadian, berada di ambang pintu. Sebelum Kelly sempat mengucapkan sepatah kata pun, Johan bergegas ke arahnya... Ketika dia hampir pingsan, Johan melepaskannya dan menuju kamar mandi. Beberapa saat setelah Johan menghilang di balik pintu kamar mandi, ponselnya yang berada di atas nakas mulai menyala. Secara refleks, Kelly melirik ke arahnya dan melihat sebuah pesan baru muncul di layar. "Johan, aku minta maaf, oke? Bisakah kamu berhenti kembali pada istrimu yang bisu setiap kali kita bertengkar? Itu benar-benar menyakitiku." Cahaya memudar dari mata Kelly. Dia menyadari bahwa dia tidak akan pernah menguasai seni mengomel dengan manja atau menyampaikan keluhan dengan lembut di tengah keheningan malam. Karena penyakit yang dideritanya sejak kecil, suara Kelly telah dicuri darinya, sehingga dia tidak dapat berbicara. Dia hanya bisa mengeluarkan suara-suara yang pecah. Melalui kaca buram jendela kamar mandi, Kelly dapat melihat siluet Johan yang tinggi. Dia mengalihkan tatapannya dengan cepat. Setelah keluar dari kamar mandi, Johan mengeringkan rambut dengan asal-asalan sambil menatapnya dengan tatapan meremehkan. "Apa kamu baru saja melihat ponselku?" tanyanya. Kelly menegang, menggelengkan kepala dengan cepat, dan menyangkal secara tidak sadar. Dia ingin menjelaskan bahwa itu adalah tatapan yang tidak disengaja. Namun kesabaran Johan sudah menipis. Dia berkata dengan dingin, "Jangan sentuh ponselku lagi." Kelly memaksakan diri untuk tersenyum, lalu menggigit bibir sambil mengangguk. Cinta Johan bukanlah miliknya. Pernikahan mereka diatur oleh kakek pria itu. Johan dengan terus terang mengatakan bahwa dia menikahinya semata-mata karena Kelly adalah putri angkat Keluarga Rahadian, dan dia tidak ingin menentang keinginan kakeknya. Selama lima tahun, Kelly tidak pernah bertindak melewati batas, sepenuhnya sadar bahwa Johan bersama orang lain, tetapi dia tetap diam, takut pria itu akan menganggapnya mengganggu. Sambil menarik napas dalam-dalam, Kelly memberi isyarat tangan bahwa dia akan mengambilkan segelas susu untuknya. Tanpa keberanian untuk menatap tatapan cuek Johan, dia buru-buru keluar dari ruangan. Di belakangnya, Johan mengambil ponselnya dan menghapus pesan itu tanpa memeriksa isinya. Kelly bangun lebih awal. Johan, yang terkenal karena kebiasaannya pilih-pilih makanan, memiliki perut yang sensitif. Selama bertahun-tahun, Kelly dengan cermat menyiapkan sarapannya setiap pagi. Saat Johan menuruni tangga, hal pertama yang menarik perhatiannya adalah Kelly yang sedang sibuk di dapur. Tali celemeknya menonjolkan pinggang ramping Kelly wanita itu adalah lambang kelembutan, selalu tenang dan menghindari keributan, benar-benar seorang istri yang patut dicontoh. Sebuah kelembutan yang samar muncul di wajah Johan yang biasanya tanpa ekspresi. Dia mengambil inisiatif untuk angkat bicara. "Ayo kita sarapan bersama." Dengan gembira, Kelly mengangguk penuh semangat dan memberi isyarat tanda terima kasih. Dia melepaskan celemeknya dan duduk dengan hati-hati di sampingnya, lebih dekat dari sebelumnya. Johan memberikannya sepotong roti lapis, yang diterima Kelly dengan hati-hati dan senyum penuh rasa terima kasih. Dengan sikap acuh tak acuh, Johan berkata, "Besok adalah perayaan seratus hari kelahiran bayi kakakku. Kamu harus ikut denganku." Kelly hampir saja melepaskan roti lapis itu dari jemarinya karena keheranan. Johan jarang mengundangnya ke acara-acara publik. Namun di sinilah pria itu, memintanya untuk bergabung dengannya untuk acara seperti itu. Matanya berkedip-kedip dengan keraguan dan konflik. Jejak keengganan melintasi ekspresi Kelly, tanpa disadari oleh Johan. Dengan santai, Johan menambahkan, "Aku akan menyuruh asistenku mengantarkan beberapa pakaian besok dan menjemputmu di siang hari." Kelly tidak punya pilihan lain selain setuju. Keluarga Rahadian memiliki pengaruh yang sangat besar di Arka, dan Denny Rahadian, sang putra sulung, sedang merayakan syukuran seratus hari anak pertamanya dengan sebuah pesta yang mewah. Denny telah memesan sebuah hotel mewah untuk acara tersebut, yang kini penuh dengan kegembiraan. Kelly, yang mengenakan gaun berwarna krem yang dilengkapi dengan riasan tipis, tampak bersinar. Wajahnya yang cantik dan matanya yang cerah membuatnya menjadi pusat perhatian. Namun, tatapan yang menyapanya adalah tatapan kritis, bukan kekaguman. "Betapa beruntungnya dia! Dia terlahir tidak dapat berbicara, tapi dia menikah dengan sangat baik. Kenapa aku tidak bisa seberuntung itu? Apakah karena aku bisa bicara?" "Dan apa gunanya berbicara untukmu? Dapatkah kamu membangkitkan simpati seperti yang dia lakukan?" "Apa maksudmu?" "Ingat, dia terlihat begitu menyedihkan sehingga Rizky Rahadian mengambilnya sebagai anak angkat dan menikahkannya dengan Johan. Dia pintar memanfaatkan rasa kasihan orang lain!" "Orang-orang menyebutnya keberuntungan, tapi itu semua sudah diperhitungkan. Kamu harus belajar darinya!" Dalam hati Kelly memprotes, ingin membantah bahwa Rizky hanya bersimpati padanya. Namun, dia tahu bantahannya yang tanpa suara tidak akan dipedulikan siapa pun. "Kelly, kamu akhirnya datang! Kami sudah menunggumu." Bab 2 Anak Sebuah suara yang manis dan merdu memenuhi udara. Suara itu berasal dari kakak ipar Kelly, Marsela Ramlan, yang sedang menggendong bayinya dan tersenyum hangat pada Kelly. "Ayo gendong bayinya untuk mendapatkan keberuntungan," desak Marsela. "Kamu dan Johan telah berusaha selama lima tahun tanpa ada kabar kehamilan. Inilah saatnya untuk mempercepat usahamu." Semua mata tiba-tiba tertuju pada Kelly dengan tatapan setajam pisau. Tangan Kelly mulai berkeringat karena cemas. Marsela melanjutkan, "Dengar, tidak ada yang menyalahkanmu. Tapi, bersikap lembut saja tidak akan cukup sebagai seorang istri. Bagaimana kamu bisa memenuhi tanggung jawabmu jika kamu tidak bisa melahirkan anak?" Dihimpit rasa malu, Kelly beranjak untuk mengambil bayi Marsela. Namun, Kelly tiba-tiba dihentikan oleh tangan yang lain. Ibu mertuanya, Shella Rustandi, dengan cepat mengambil bayi Marsela. "Anak ini sehat. Kita tidak bisa membiarkan dia terkena risiko terkena nasib buruk atau sakit setelah kamu menggendongnya." Hati Kelly rasanya seperti ditusuk jarum. Dia mencoba menjelaskan bahwa bukan karena dia tidak bisa melahirkan anak. Masalahnya adalah... Kerumunan orang bingung dengan bahasa isyarat Kelly, dan Shella menyela dengan tajam. "Bahkan jika kamu bisa memiliki anak, kami lebih suka kamu tidak melakukannya. Bagaimana jika anakmu juga tidak bisa berbicara? Kami tidak bisa membiarkan hal itu terjadi!" Kerumunan orang bergumam setuju, "Tepat sekali, kita harus memikirkan kesejahteraan anak-anak!" Kelly merasakan ketakutan yang dingin. Jika dia tidak bisa memiliki anak, maka tentu saja wanita itu bisa? Dia tidak mandul seperti yang disiratkan oleh Marsela. Dia pernah hamil secara tidak terduga. Namun, Shella, yang bersikeras bahwa anak itu mungkin mewarisi kebisuannya dan bahwa Johan tidak menginginkan anak seperti itu, memaksanya untuk melakukan a*orsi. Kelly tidak dapat menyampaikan bahwa kebisuannya disebabkan oleh suatu penyakit, bukan karena keturunan. Oleh karena itu, dengan berlinang air mata, dia menggugurkan kandungannya. Rasa sakit dari keputusan itu masih terasa, lebih tajam dari yang pernah dia bayangkan. Marsela berkata dengan lembut, "Bu, aku paham kekhawatiranmu. Tapi, aku hanya bisa memiliki satu anak perempuan, dan aku menghadapi komplikasi yang mungkin mencegahku untuk memiliki anak lagi. Jika Kelly tidak dapat memiliki anak, garis keturunan kita bisa berakhir di sini." Sambil menoleh ke Johan dengan ekspresi lembut, Marsela bertanya, "Johan, apa pendapatmu tentang hal ini?" Perhatian di ruangan itu tertuju pada Johan, banyak yang mengantisipasi terjadinya keributan. Sudah menjadi rahasia umum bahwa Johan tidak menyukai perjodohan yang diatur untuknya. Penolakan publik terhadap Kelly pasti akan menjadi berita utama. Namun, sikap dingin menyelimuti wajah Johan yang tegas saat dia membalas dengan sarkastik, "Kamu terlalu banyak bicara. Apa maksudmu?" Ekspresi Marsela goyah, menyadari bahwa dia secara tidak sengaja telah melewati batas dengan orang yang salah. Shella pun turun tangan, berusaha melerai. "Kakak iparmu hanya mengungkapkan kekhawatirannya karena peduli padamu. Bagaimana kamu bisa berbicara dengan begitu kasar padanya?" Marsela menunduk, suaranya diwarnai penyesalan. "Denny sedang pergi untuk urusan bisnis, dan aku telah menangani semuanya sendiri sejak bayi kami lahir. Aku hanya bermaksud menunjukkan bahwa aku peduli, tapi aku minta maaf jika aku telah menyinggung perasaanmu." Keraguan Johan terlihat jelas, suaranya membeku saat dia berkata, "Jika mengurus rumah tangga terasa sangat berat, kamu tidak perlu memaksakan diri untuk melakukannya." Johan memberi isyarat pada asistennya, memerintahkan asistennya untuk meletakkan hadiah. "Kehidupan pribadiku tidak untuk dibicarakan orang lain," ucapnya dengan tegas. Dalam keheningan yang mencekam setelahnya, dipenuhi dengan tatapan heran dan bingung dari orang-orang di sekitar mereka, Johan menarik Kelly pergi dari pesta. Kelly tercengang, nyaris tidak menyadari kejadian itu sampai mereka duduk di dalam mobil. Dia tidak menyangka Johan akan membelanya secara terbuka. Alis Johan sedikit berkerut, kekesalan menyelimuti suaranya saat dia berkata, "Abaikan saja apa yang mereka katakan." Kelly menggelengkan kepalanya, menandakan bahwa komentar-komentar itu tidak memengaruhinya. Kekesalan Johan semakin menjadi-jadi. "Jadi, selama lima tahun ini, apakah kamu benar-benar tidak pernah mempertimbangkan untuk memiliki anak?" Kelly selalu patuh dan baik hati, cintanya pada Johan tidak perlu dipertanyakan lagi. Namun, ketidakpeduliannya yang tampak jelas terhadap gagasan memiliki anak sekarang membuat Johan meragukan perasaannya. Sejak pernikahan mereka, Kelly telah memendam impian untuk memiliki seorang anak. Namun, dia tahu bahwa selama Shella masih ada, hal itu akan tetap menjadi mimpi. Dia bertanya-tanya apakah Johan sedang menguji keinginannya untuk menjadi seorang ibu. Berhenti sejenak, Kelly akhirnya memberi isyarat untuk melupakan kejadian itu. Dia takut, seperti yang dikatakan Shella, bahwa anaknya mungkin tidak akan bisa berbicara seperti dirinya. Sedikit kekecewaan melintas di mata Johan saat dia menjawab, "Senang mengetahui bahwa kamu telah memikirkannya." Bab 3 Ditemani oleh Orang yang Dicintainya Kelly tidak memperhatikan perasaannya, dengan asumsi bahwa Johan tidak tertarik untuk memiliki anak. Dia berbalik menatap ke luar jendela, matanya mengamati pemandangan kota. "Apakah kamu ingin pergi berbelanja? Atau mungkin ke tempat spa? Aku bisa mengatur seseorang untuk menemanimu," ucap Johan, suara pria itu terdengar dari belakangnya. Kelly menggeleng, bahasa isyaratnya menunjukkan bahwa dia memiliki pekerjaan yang harus diselesaikan. Johan berkata dengan lembut, "Kamu tidak berada dalam posisi yang genting. Kamu tidak perlu memaksakan diri terlalu keras. Kamu bisa tinggal di rumah dan menikmati hidup sebagai istriku." Bagi Kelly, meskipun tidak memiliki cinta, Johan hampir merupakan suami yang ideal dalam segala hal. Selain membuatkan sarapan untuknya, dia tidak memiliki kekhawatiran rumah tangga lainnya, dan pria itu memberinya uang saku bulanan yang besar. Dia bahkan memberinya kartu kredit tambahan untuk belanja tanpa batas. Namun, Kelly mendambakan cinta, bukan kenyamanan materi. Ketika dia pertama kali pindah bersamanya, Johan baru berusia tujuh belas tahun. Pria itu telah berjanji untuk memperlakukannya dengan baik dan mencintainya selamanya. Meskipun janji pertamanya telah ditepati, janji kedua sudah lama terlupakan. Tersesat dalam lamunannya, Kelly hampir tidak menyadari bahwa mobil sudah berhenti. Ketukan lembut di jendela menyadarkannya dari lamunannya. Saat jendela diturunkan, tampak wajah pucat dengan mata merah yang bengkak. Itu adalah pemandangan yang menyedihkan dan menyayat hati, kekasih Johan, Sandra Maulana. Air mata sudah mulai mengalir di wajah Sandra sebelum dia sempat mengucapkan sepatah kata pun. Sambil berpegangan pada jendela mobil dengan penuh kesedihan, dia berbicara dengan suara yang lembut dan memelas. "Aku menunggumu begitu lama, tapi tidak pernah mendengar apa-apa. Aku pergi ke rumahmu, dan mereka mengatakan bahwa kamu sedang menghadiri perayaan seratus hari kelahiran bayi kakakmu. Aku harus mengikutimu ke sini, hanya berharap ada kesempatan untuk bertemu denganmu. Apa kamu benar-benar marah padaku? Apakah kamu datang ke sisinya untuk mencari ketenangan dan menghindari ucapanku yang tak henti-hentinya?" Ada nada sarkasme yang jelas dalam kata-kata Sandra. Kelly dapat merasakan ejekan tidak langsung itu, seolah-olah menyebutnya bisu. Melihat ekspresi Sandra yang bingung, sikap Johan yang tadinya tidak peduli sedikit melunak. "Apa kamu sadar apa kesalahanmu?" Sandra menjawab dengan nada manja, "Jika kamu ingin mendengar permintaan maaf, kamu harus membiarkanku melakukannya secara langsung. Bagaimana aku bisa meminta maaf dengan baik sambil berdiri di tengah cuaca dingin?" Tatapan Sandra kemudian beralih ke arah tempat duduk Kelly. Johan menoleh ke arah Kelly dan memecah keheningan setelah beberapa saat. "Tempat kerjamu ada di sana. Apa kamu tidak mau keluar?" Sebenarnya, masih ada jarak yang cukup jauh dari tempat kerja Kelly, meskipun tidak terlalu jauh. Dulu, Johan selalu mengantarkannya tepat di depan pintu. Kelly, yang patuh seperti biasa, mengangguk dan melangkah keluar dari mobil, hatinya berat. Sambil berpaling, Kelly berjalan menuju tempat kerjanya. Tapi dia tidak pergi jauh. Kelly diam-diam mengamati mobil Johan dari sebuah toko buku tidak jauh dari situ, berdiri di dekat jendela yang menjulang tinggi. Entah kebetulan atau disengaja, mobil itu tidak beranjak pergi, dan jendelanya tetap terbuka. Dari tempatnya berdiri, dia bisa melihat ke dalam mobil. Meskipun posisi Sandra menutupi wajah Johan dari pandangan Kelly, Kelly yakin Johan sangat bahagia. Bagaimanapun juga, pria itu ditemani oleh orang yang dicintainya. Air mata dengan cepat memenuhi mata Kelly dan dengan pelan mengalir di pipinya, mengaburkan riasannya yang tipis. Tampaknya pernikahan kemunafikan dan keterasingan selama lima tahun ini harus diakhiri...... ...... Apa yang akan terjadi selanjutnya? 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Yes | 2024-09-21 19:18 | active | 1519 | 0 | MULAI MEMBACA๐ | Usai bercerai, sang mantan suami segera mengumumkan pertunangannya dengan sang kekasih. Dia terbangun dari kenyataan, menyembunyikan perutnya yang hamil dan pergi, tanpa mengetahui bahwa setelah dia pergi, pria itu menjadi gila mencarinya ke seluruh dunia. ===== Pada suatu malam yang penuh badai, Kelly Khansa menyandarkan diri ke kepala ranjang, membolak-balik buku dan merasa mengantuk. Tiba-tiba, pintu kamar berayun terbuka. Terkejut, Kelly mendongak dan mendapati suaminya, Johan Rahadian, berada di ambang pintu. Sebelum Kelly sempat mengucapkan sepatah kata pun, Johan bergegas ke arahnya... Ketika dia hampir pingsan, Johan melepaskannya dan menuju kamar mandi. Beberapa saat setelah Johan menghilang di balik pintu kamar mandi, ponselnya yang berada di atas nakas mulai menyala. Secara refleks, Kelly melirik ke arahnya dan melihat sebuah pesan baru muncul di layar. "Johan, aku minta maaf, oke? Bisakah kamu berhenti kembali pada istrimu yang bisu setiap kali kita bertengkar? Itu benar-benar menyakitiku." Cahaya memudar dari mata Kelly. Dia menyadari bahwa dia tidak akan pernah menguasai seni mengomel dengan manja atau menyampaikan keluhan dengan lembut di tengah keheningan malam. Karena penyakit yang dideritanya sejak kecil, suara Kelly telah dicuri darinya, sehingga dia tidak dapat berbicara. Dia hanya bisa mengeluarkan suara-suara yang pecah. Melalui kaca buram jendela kamar mandi, Kelly dapat melihat siluet Johan yang tinggi. Dia mengalihkan tatapannya dengan cepat. Setelah keluar dari kamar mandi, Johan mengeringkan rambut dengan asal-asalan sambil menatapnya dengan tatapan meremehkan. "Apa kamu baru saja melihat ponselku?" tanyanya. Kelly menegang, menggelengkan kepala dengan cepat, dan menyangkal secara tidak sadar. Dia ingin menjelaskan bahwa itu adalah tatapan yang tidak disengaja. Namun kesabaran Johan sudah menipis. Dia berkata dengan dingin, "Jangan sentuh ponselku lagi." Kelly memaksakan diri untuk tersenyum, lalu menggigit bibir sambil mengangguk. Cinta Johan bukanlah miliknya. Pernikahan mereka diatur oleh kakek pria itu. Johan dengan terus terang mengatakan bahwa dia menikahinya semata-mata karena Kelly adalah putri angkat Keluarga Rahadian, dan dia tidak ingin menentang keinginan kakeknya. Selama lima tahun, Kelly tidak pernah bertindak melewati batas, sepenuhnya sadar bahwa Johan bersama orang lain, tetapi dia tetap diam, takut pria itu akan menganggapnya mengganggu. Sambil menarik napas dalam-dalam, Kelly memberi isyarat tangan bahwa dia akan mengambilkan segelas susu untuknya. Tanpa keberanian untuk menatap tatapan cuek Johan, dia buru-buru keluar dari ruangan. Di belakangnya, Johan mengambil ponselnya dan menghapus pesan itu tanpa memeriksa isinya. Kelly bangun lebih awal. Johan, yang terkenal karena kebiasaannya pilih-pilih makanan, memiliki perut yang sensitif. Selama bertahun-tahun, Kelly dengan cermat menyiapkan sarapannya setiap pagi. Saat Johan menuruni tangga, hal pertama yang menarik perhatiannya adalah Kelly yang sedang sibuk di dapur. Tali celemeknya menonjolkan pinggang ramping Kelly wanita itu adalah lambang kelembutan, selalu tenang dan menghindari keributan, benar-benar seorang istri yang patut dicontoh. Sebuah kelembutan yang samar muncul di wajah Johan yang biasanya tanpa ekspresi. Dia mengambil inisiatif untuk angkat bicara. "Ayo kita sarapan bersama." Dengan gembira, Kelly mengangguk penuh semangat dan memberi isyarat tanda terima kasih. Dia melepaskan celemeknya dan duduk dengan hati-hati di sampingnya, lebih dekat dari sebelumnya. Johan memberikannya sepotong roti lapis, yang diterima Kelly dengan hati-hati dan senyum penuh rasa terima kasih. Dengan sikap acuh tak acuh, Johan berkata, "Besok adalah perayaan seratus hari kelahiran bayi kakakku. Kamu harus ikut denganku." Kelly hampir saja melepaskan roti lapis itu dari jemarinya karena keheranan. Johan jarang mengundangnya ke acara-acara publik. Namun di sinilah pria itu, memintanya untuk bergabung dengannya untuk acara seperti itu. Matanya berkedip-kedip dengan keraguan dan konflik. Jejak keengganan melintasi ekspresi Kelly, tanpa disadari oleh Johan. Dengan santai, Johan menambahkan, "Aku akan menyuruh asistenku mengantarkan beberapa pakaian besok dan menjemputmu di siang hari." Kelly tidak punya pilihan lain selain setuju. Keluarga Rahadian memiliki pengaruh yang sangat besar di Arka, dan Denny Rahadian, sang putra sulung, sedang merayakan syukuran seratus hari anak pertamanya dengan sebuah pesta yang mewah. Denny telah memesan sebuah hotel mewah untuk acara tersebut, yang kini penuh dengan kegembiraan. Kelly, yang mengenakan gaun berwarna krem yang dilengkapi dengan riasan tipis, tampak bersinar. Wajahnya yang cantik dan matanya yang cerah membuatnya menjadi pusat perhatian. Namun, tatapan yang menyapanya adalah tatapan kritis, bukan kekaguman. "Betapa beruntungnya dia! Dia terlahir tidak dapat berbicara, tapi dia menikah dengan sangat baik. Kenapa aku tidak bisa seberuntung itu? Apakah karena aku bisa bicara?" "Dan apa gunanya berbicara untukmu? Dapatkah kamu membangkitkan simpati seperti yang dia lakukan?" "Apa maksudmu?" "Ingat, dia terlihat begitu menyedihkan sehingga Rizky Rahadian mengambilnya sebagai anak angkat dan menikahkannya dengan Johan. Dia pintar memanfaatkan rasa kasihan orang lain!" "Orang-orang menyebutnya keberuntungan, tapi itu semua sudah diperhitungkan. Kamu harus belajar darinya!" Dalam hati Kelly memprotes, ingin membantah bahwa Rizky hanya bersimpati padanya. Namun, dia tahu bantahannya yang tanpa suara tidak akan dipedulikan siapa pun. "Kelly, kamu akhirnya datang! Kami sudah menunggumu." Bab 2 Anak Sebuah suara yang manis dan merdu memenuhi udara. Suara itu berasal dari kakak ipar Kelly, Marsela Ramlan, yang sedang menggendong bayinya dan tersenyum hangat pada Kelly. "Ayo gendong bayinya untuk mendapatkan keberuntungan," desak Marsela. "Kamu dan Johan telah berusaha selama lima tahun tanpa ada kabar kehamilan. Inilah saatnya untuk mempercepat usahamu." Semua mata tiba-tiba tertuju pada Kelly dengan tatapan setajam pisau. Tangan Kelly mulai berkeringat karena cemas. Marsela melanjutkan, "Dengar, tidak ada yang menyalahkanmu. Tapi, bersikap lembut saja tidak akan cukup sebagai seorang istri. Bagaimana kamu bisa memenuhi tanggung jawabmu jika kamu tidak bisa melahirkan anak?" Dihimpit rasa malu, Kelly beranjak untuk mengambil bayi Marsela. Namun, Kelly tiba-tiba dihentikan oleh tangan yang lain. Ibu mertuanya, Shella Rustandi, dengan cepat mengambil bayi Marsela. "Anak ini sehat. Kita tidak bisa membiarkan dia terkena risiko terkena nasib buruk atau sakit setelah kamu menggendongnya." Hati Kelly rasanya seperti ditusuk jarum. Dia mencoba menjelaskan bahwa bukan karena dia tidak bisa melahirkan anak. Masalahnya adalah... Kerumunan orang bingung dengan bahasa isyarat Kelly, dan Shella menyela dengan tajam. "Bahkan jika kamu bisa memiliki anak, kami lebih suka kamu tidak melakukannya. Bagaimana jika anakmu juga tidak bisa berbicara? Kami tidak bisa membiarkan hal itu terjadi!" Kerumunan orang bergumam setuju, "Tepat sekali, kita harus memikirkan kesejahteraan anak-anak!" Kelly merasakan ketakutan yang dingin. Jika dia tidak bisa memiliki anak, maka tentu saja wanita itu bisa? Dia tidak mandul seperti yang disiratkan oleh Marsela. Dia pernah hamil secara tidak terduga. Namun, Shella, yang bersikeras bahwa anak itu mungkin mewarisi kebisuannya dan bahwa Johan tidak menginginkan anak seperti itu, memaksanya untuk melakukan a*orsi. Kelly tidak dapat menyampaikan bahwa kebisuannya disebabkan oleh suatu penyakit, bukan karena keturunan. Oleh karena itu, dengan berlinang air mata, dia menggugurkan kandungannya. Rasa sakit dari keputusan itu masih terasa, lebih tajam dari yang pernah dia bayangkan. Marsela berkata dengan lembut, "Bu, aku paham kekhawatiranmu. Tapi, aku hanya bisa memiliki satu anak perempuan, dan aku menghadapi komplikasi yang mungkin mencegahku untuk memiliki anak lagi. Jika Kelly tidak dapat memiliki anak, garis keturunan kita bisa berakhir di sini." Sambil menoleh ke Johan dengan ekspresi lembut, Marsela bertanya, "Johan, apa pendapatmu tentang hal ini?" Perhatian di ruangan itu tertuju pada Johan, banyak yang mengantisipasi terjadinya keributan. Sudah menjadi rahasia umum bahwa Johan tidak menyukai perjodohan yang diatur untuknya. Penolakan publik terhadap Kelly pasti akan menjadi berita utama. Namun, sikap dingin menyelimuti wajah Johan yang tegas saat dia membalas dengan sarkastik, "Kamu terlalu banyak bicara. Apa maksudmu?" Ekspresi Marsela goyah, menyadari bahwa dia secara tidak sengaja telah melewati batas dengan orang yang salah. Shella pun turun tangan, berusaha melerai. "Kakak iparmu hanya mengungkapkan kekhawatirannya karena peduli padamu. Bagaimana kamu bisa berbicara dengan begitu kasar padanya?" Marsela menunduk, suaranya diwarnai penyesalan. "Denny sedang pergi untuk urusan bisnis, dan aku telah menangani semuanya sendiri sejak bayi kami lahir. Aku hanya bermaksud menunjukkan bahwa aku peduli, tapi aku minta maaf jika aku telah menyinggung perasaanmu." Keraguan Johan terlihat jelas, suaranya membeku saat dia berkata, "Jika mengurus rumah tangga terasa sangat berat, kamu tidak perlu memaksakan diri untuk melakukannya." Johan memberi isyarat pada asistennya, memerintahkan asistennya untuk meletakkan hadiah. "Kehidupan pribadiku tidak untuk dibicarakan orang lain," ucapnya dengan tegas. Dalam keheningan yang mencekam setelahnya, dipenuhi dengan tatapan heran dan bingung dari orang-orang di sekitar mereka, Johan menarik Kelly pergi dari pesta. Kelly tercengang, nyaris tidak menyadari kejadian itu sampai mereka duduk di dalam mobil. Dia tidak menyangka Johan akan membelanya secara terbuka. Alis Johan sedikit berkerut, kekesalan menyelimuti suaranya saat dia berkata, "Abaikan saja apa yang mereka katakan." Kelly menggelengkan kepalanya, menandakan bahwa komentar-komentar itu tidak memengaruhinya. Kekesalan Johan semakin menjadi-jadi. "Jadi, selama lima tahun ini, apakah kamu benar-benar tidak pernah mempertimbangkan untuk memiliki anak?" Kelly selalu patuh dan baik hati, cintanya pada Johan tidak perlu dipertanyakan lagi. Namun, ketidakpeduliannya yang tampak jelas terhadap gagasan memiliki anak sekarang membuat Johan meragukan perasaannya. Sejak pernikahan mereka, Kelly telah memendam impian untuk memiliki seorang anak. Namun, dia tahu bahwa selama Shella masih ada, hal itu akan tetap menjadi mimpi. Dia bertanya-tanya apakah Johan sedang menguji keinginannya untuk menjadi seorang ibu. Berhenti sejenak, Kelly akhirnya memberi isyarat untuk melupakan kejadian itu. Dia takut, seperti yang dikatakan Shella, bahwa anaknya mungkin tidak akan bisa berbicara seperti dirinya. Sedikit kekecewaan melintas di mata Johan saat dia menjawab, "Senang mengetahui bahwa kamu telah memikirkannya." Bab 3 Ditemani oleh Orang yang Dicintainya Kelly tidak memperhatikan perasaannya, dengan asumsi bahwa Johan tidak tertarik untuk memiliki anak. Dia berbalik menatap ke luar jendela, matanya mengamati pemandangan kota. "Apakah kamu ingin pergi berbelanja? Atau mungkin ke tempat spa? Aku bisa mengatur seseorang untuk menemanimu," ucap Johan, suara pria itu terdengar dari belakangnya. Kelly menggeleng, bahasa isyaratnya menunjukkan bahwa dia memiliki pekerjaan yang harus diselesaikan. Johan berkata dengan lembut, "Kamu tidak berada dalam posisi yang genting. Kamu tidak perlu memaksakan diri terlalu keras. Kamu bisa tinggal di rumah dan menikmati hidup sebagai istriku." Bagi Kelly, meskipun tidak memiliki cinta, Johan hampir merupakan suami yang ideal dalam segala hal. Selain membuatkan sarapan untuknya, dia tidak memiliki kekhawatiran rumah tangga lainnya, dan pria itu memberinya uang saku bulanan yang besar. Dia bahkan memberinya kartu kredit tambahan untuk belanja tanpa batas. Namun, Kelly mendambakan cinta, bukan kenyamanan materi. Ketika dia pertama kali pindah bersamanya, Johan baru berusia tujuh belas tahun. Pria itu telah berjanji untuk memperlakukannya dengan baik dan mencintainya selamanya. Meskipun janji pertamanya telah ditepati, janji kedua sudah lama terlupakan. Tersesat dalam lamunannya, Kelly hampir tidak menyadari bahwa mobil sudah berhenti. Ketukan lembut di jendela menyadarkannya dari lamunannya. Saat jendela diturunkan, tampak wajah pucat dengan mata merah yang bengkak. Itu adalah pemandangan yang menyedihkan dan menyayat hati, kekasih Johan, Sandra Maulana. Air mata sudah mulai mengalir di wajah Sandra sebelum dia sempat mengucapkan sepatah kata pun. Sambil berpegangan pada jendela mobil dengan penuh kesedihan, dia berbicara dengan suara yang lembut dan memelas. "Aku menunggumu begitu lama, tapi tidak pernah mendengar apa-apa. Aku pergi ke rumahmu, dan mereka mengatakan bahwa kamu sedang menghadiri perayaan seratus hari kelahiran bayi kakakmu. Aku harus mengikutimu ke sini, hanya berharap ada kesempatan untuk bertemu denganmu. Apa kamu benar-benar marah padaku? Apakah kamu datang ke sisinya untuk mencari ketenangan dan menghindari ucapanku yang tak henti-hentinya?" Ada nada sarkasme yang jelas dalam kata-kata Sandra. Kelly dapat merasakan ejekan tidak langsung itu, seolah-olah menyebutnya bisu. Melihat ekspresi Sandra yang bingung, sikap Johan yang tadinya tidak peduli sedikit melunak. "Apa kamu sadar apa kesalahanmu?" Sandra menjawab dengan nada manja, "Jika kamu ingin mendengar permintaan maaf, kamu harus membiarkanku melakukannya secara langsung. Bagaimana aku bisa meminta maaf dengan baik sambil berdiri di tengah cuaca dingin?" Tatapan Sandra kemudian beralih ke arah tempat duduk Kelly. Johan menoleh ke arah Kelly dan memecah keheningan setelah beberapa saat. "Tempat kerjamu ada di sana. Apa kamu tidak mau keluar?" Sebenarnya, masih ada jarak yang cukup jauh dari tempat kerja Kelly, meskipun tidak terlalu jauh. Dulu, Johan selalu mengantarkannya tepat di depan pintu. Kelly, yang patuh seperti biasa, mengangguk dan melangkah keluar dari mobil, hatinya berat. Sambil berpaling, Kelly berjalan menuju tempat kerjanya. Tapi dia tidak pergi jauh. Kelly diam-diam mengamati mobil Johan dari sebuah toko buku tidak jauh dari situ, berdiri di dekat jendela yang menjulang tinggi. Entah kebetulan atau disengaja, mobil itu tidak beranjak pergi, dan jendelanya tetap terbuka. 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No | 2024-09-21 19:18 | active | 1519 | 0 | Read next chapter | As the real heiress returns, onlookers mock at how the fake heiress will end. She, however, comes back as the daughter of a top billionaire, taking on the role of a judge in the real heiress competition, terminating her foster parents'contract, backed by business tycoons, and stunning everyone! ===== "Madisyn, for years, we've raised you, never imagining you capable of such cruelty. This house can no longer bear your presence. You must leave immediately." Declared the imposing woman before Madisyn Chapman, her gaze laden with disdain and a bitter chill, her elegant attire contrasting sharply with the harshness of her words. "Mom, please, it was an accident. I lost my footing and tumbled down the stairs on my own. Madisyn had no part in this," said a young girl from her seat on the sofa. Just half an hour prior, Jenna Chapman, the biological daughter of the Chapmans, had suffered a fall on the staircase. At that time, Madisyn had been alone on the upper floor. Everyone believed Madisyn had pushed Jenna... Now, the looks that the Chapmans shot at Madisyn were filled with venom and disgust, a stark contrast to their attitude just a week prior, when they had professed their reluctance to ever part with her. Madisyn looked down at the floor, a fleeting shadow of irony passing through her eyes. Once, Madisyn was the sole daughter of the Chapmans. Though she never basked in parental favoritism, she lacked for nothing, her basic needs always met. The facade shattered when Jeffry Chapman, whom she had known as her father, met with a grave accident necessitating an urgent bl**d transfusion. The subsequent tests unveiled a startling truth--Madisyn was not his biological child. Jeffry then harnessed his extensive network to uncover the whereabouts of his true daughter, Jenna. The Chapman family was a prestigious household in Gemond, and news like this naturally spread quickly. To manage the public narrative and preserve their esteemed reputation, they declared an unwavering commitment to Madisyn, the girl they had raised, asserting their intention to treat her as their own for a while longer before she returned to her biological family. Behind closed doors, however, their plans were starkly different. They wanted to quickly send Madisyn away at once. Upon Jenna's arrival, the Chapman family blamed Madisyn for Jenna's years of hardship, relegating Madisyn from her room to a mere storage space, diminishing her status drastically. She was tasked with menial chores, her status far beneath even those of the household servants. Jenna, however, still wanted Madisyn gone. She had crafted several schemes against Madisyn, yet her parents turned a blind eye, their disdain for Madisyn thinly veiled. These tribulations stripped away any illusions Madisyn had about her former family, fueling a resolve to confront the injustices imposed upon her. As the tensions reached a boiling point, she faced Jenna, her voice resolute as she said, "I'll leave, but not before setting the record straight, Jenna!" Jenna's composure wavered under the intensity of Madisyn's icy stare, her body trembling slightly. Was this the same Madisyn who had once submitted quietly to every slight? A dark glint flickered in Jenna's eyes. She was the rightful heiress to the Chapman family assets, not this usurper, Madisyn, who had been living in luxury undeserved. She had to drive this impostor out! "Madisyn, I have no idea what you're going on about!" Jenna's voice dripped with feigned confusion. "Ever since I reclaimed my rightful place, receiving the affection rightfully owed to me by our parents, I've sensed your discontent. Despite your actions, I've remained tolerant. But my legs... how could you? Dancing is my soul's expression. Had I known you coveted the national competition spot so desperately, I would not have contested it." Her insinuation was clear: Madisyn had sabotaged her out of it. The gaze of Jenna's mother, Phyllis Chapman, hardened at Jenna's words, her voice laced with disdain. "Jenna, you possesses a remarkable talent that Madisyn could never hope to match. That competition spot was yours by right. And you, Madisyn!" She turned sharply towards Madisyn, adding, "Pack your belongings and leave immediately!" Madisyn's usually somber expression seemed only to fuel her contempt. Meanwhile, Jenna, ever the docile and talented daughter, shone brightly in her eyes--a true Chapman. Amidst the unfolding drama, Jeffry finally broke his silence, his voice heavy with disappointment. "Madisyn, our agreement was to keep you until the public scrutiny waned, yet here we are, facing your deep-seated resentment towards Jenna. We have no choice but to return you to your true family today." Jenna's eyes glittered with a triumphant gleam as her father pronounced Madisyn's imminent departure. In stark contrast, Madisyn's face remained an unreadable mask as she went up the stairs to gather her possessions. Her prolonged stay on the upper floor kindled a flicker of anxiety in Jenna. "What if she attempts to take everything with her?" After all, everything of value in the house rightfully belonged to her--how could she allow a fake to leave with any part of her wealth? Eventually, Madisyn reappeared, descending the staircase slowly, her movements deliberate. She carried a small, unassuming black bag. As her gaze swept coolly across the living room, it unsettled Jeffry enough for him to divert his eyes. Phyllis's eyebrows knitted together at the sight of Madisyn's minimal luggage. "Is that all you've packed? What's in there? Show me," she demanded, suspicion lacing her tone. Jeffry, however, raised a hand to halt his wife's interrogation. "Let her be." It was probably just the bank card he gave her, which had a mere hundred thousand dollars left on it. Unfazed, Madisyn placed her bag squarely on the table, her expression stoic. "Inspect it if you must." Phyllis, unable to mask her distrust, scoffed. "Maybe she has packed something valuable," she muttered as she unzipped the bag. Peering inside, she found nothing more than a notebook, a few seeds, and a small stack of cash--hardly the valuables she had feared. Phyllis, her face flushed with embarrassment from her baseless accusation, straightened up. "I'll let the driver take you there," she said crisply. Jeffry, the weight of the situation bearing down on him, reached into his pocket and pulled out a card. "Madisyn, when you return, listen to your parents. They're farmers, yes... but they are good, simple people. You should help them." Madisyn looked at the offered card with her beautiful eyes, her expression calm. "Everyone has their own destiny to fulfill," she replied quietly, pushing the card back towards Jeffry. "But before I leave, there needs to be clarity. Jenna, how did you truly fall down those stairs? This is your last chance to tell the truth." Jenna seethed internally, infuriated by Madisyn's serene composure, which seemed to elevate her above everyone else despite her humble origins. Madisyn was not from a wealthy family! She was just two farmers' daughter! "Madisyn, what are you implying? That I threw myself down the stairs?" Jenna retorted. "My legs are my life; they are essential for my dancing. Why would I ever get them injured?" As she spoke, Jenna's emotions crescendoed, and she dissolved into theatrical tears, collapsing into Phyllis's arms. Suddenly, Jennainstinctively leaped to her feet because of a shattered vase. Silence enveloped the room as everyone, including Phyllis and Jeffry, turned their shocked gazes towards her. Jenna's sudden agility was startling--didn't she say she couldn't stand up because of her injuries? Chapter 2 The Richest Man In Gemond Realizing her mistake, Jenna collapsed onto the sofa, clutching at her legs with exaggerated distress. "Ah, my legs! They hurt so much!" Jeffry's response was not of anger but of a guilt directed towards Madisyn. "Madisyn, please understand, Jenna is still very young. Don't hold this against her..." Madisyn had heard this excuse too many times. "Of course, I wouldn't retaliate. After all, it picks up such behavior from its owners, right?" With a final sneer that cut through the tense air, Madisyn shouldered her modest bag and strode towards the door, her steps resolute and unwavering. She did not look back at the family she was leaving behind. The trio she left in her wake seethed in fury. Outside, the driver waited, oblivious to the turmoil that had unfolded within the walls of the Chapman family's house. Since Jenna's return, respect for Madisyn from the household staff had waned significantly--even the driver withheld the customary greeting as she approached. Ignoring his presence, Madisyn strode past him, her posture straight with resolve. The driver, catching up to her with a hint of urgency in his steps, called out, "Madisyn, I have been told to drive you to your destination." Madisyn halted, turning slightly to deliver her response, her tone icy, "No need. From this moment, I want nothing to do with the Chapman family." With those final words, she hailed a cab and told the driver the address Jeffry had previously sent to her phone. The destination was a humble, rundown village, far from the opulence she had known. Upon arriving, she noticed the disrepair of her biological parents' home, the air filled with muffled cries that pulled at her heart. Stepping inside, she saw many people. A stark contrast presented itself: a man in a clean, elegant suit, surrounded by bodyguards, stood in front of a weeping couple clad in simple peasant garb. As Madisyn absorbed the surreal tableau, the man turned, his eyes filled with redness and disbelief. He rushed towards her, arms open wide. "My daughter, it's really you! I can't believe that you're really alive!" The tall, imposing man's voice broke with emotion. Madisyn stood bewildered. Who was this man and why was he acting like that? Madisyn absorbed the teary gazes of the peasant couple before her. Her voice, shaky with confusion, finally broke the silence. "Mom, Dad, what's happening?" The male farmer sighed heavily, his voice weary with the weight of untold truths. "Madisyn, we are not your real parents. Jenna is the rightful daughter of the Chapmans, but you... you are not ours. Our baby was stillborn." He paused, motioning towards the well-dressed man. "This man is your real father." Madisyn's eyes flickered to the stranger, noting the undeniable similarities in their features. The man produced a document from his briefcase, his hand trembling slightly. "Madisyn, when I first saw you at the hospital, something about you struck me, though I dismissed it then," he explained, his voice choked with emotion. "After hearing about the Chapmans' reunion with their real daughter, I had to know if perhaps, there had been a mistake. This paternity test confirms my suspicions--you are indeed my daughter." Taking the report, Madisyn saw the undeniable proof in black and white. In fact, even without it, their similar features spoke volumes. Madisyn's response was a silence filled with tumultuous thoughts. This revelation, this new twist in her already complex narrative, overwhelmed her. The man continued, "It's a lot to take in, I know. But this is the truth. The night you were born, there was a tragic error at the hospital. Due to a nurse's negligence, three families had their lives unknowingly intertwined. This couple's child was declared stillborn and mistakenly given to us, you ended up with the Chapmans, and Jenna was brought here." "You have no idea how much this affected your mother. She's waiting anxiously at the hotel, hoping to finally meet you." His eyes moistening. Moved by his sincerity, Madisyn nodded slowly, her gaze shifting back to the farmers. The suited man's voice softened as he promised, "This was all an accident. They too are victims in this. I intend to offer compensation to help them." The male farmer waved his hand dismissively, his voice firm. "We don't need; knowing the truth is enough for us." The farmer's voice carried a tinge of weariness mixed with a subtle disillusionment as he spoke. His relationship with Jenna, the girl he and his wife had raised as their own, had soured after she reunited with her biological family; she had ceased all communication with them. "You should go home now. It's not often a family finds their way back to each other; don't waste your time lingering here," he said, his expression a mixture of sadness and detachment as he guided Madisyn and the suited man to the door. Madisyn followed the suited man towards a gleaming Rolls-Royce parked by the curb. The opulence of the vehicle was a stark contrast to the modest home she had just exited. "Madisyn, I am Glenn Johns, your father. From here on out, I'm here for you--whatever you need, don't hesitate to ask," the suited man said, his voice soft but firm. The realization dawned slowly--Glenn Johns was not just a wealthy man; he was the CEO of the Johns Group--the richest man in Gemond. The implications of her newfound lineage began to settle in, heavy and profound. Madisyn nodded slowly. The Alpenglow Hotel was the most luxurious hotel in Gemond. Jenna, draped in a flowing Chanel dress, embodied elegance as she entered the grand lobby with her parents. The occasion was momentous; Phyllis had just learned that Lynda Johns, vice president of the Dance Association and a judge for the national competition, was in town. Phyllis had quickly seen the opportunity--being under Lynda's tutelage could secure Jenna the championship. With this in mind, she had Jenna swiftly put on her finest attire and rushed her to the hotel. However, upon their arrival, a surprise awaited them. Across the lobby, Madisyn stood, her attire simple--a T-shirt and jeans--yet she carried herself with a poised grace that seemed to draw the eye. Beside her was a man in a suit, his presence striking, though his features were obscured from Phyllis's view. "Madisyn? What the hell is she doing here?" Phyllis murmured under her breath, her tone a mix of confusion and annoyance. Chapter 3 Her Real Family "The news about Ms. Johns's arrival must have been leaked," Jenna said with a facade of innocence, her voice low and tinged with curiosity. "It seems Madisyn is also keen on learning from Ms. Johns. Perhaps she doesn't know yet that Madisyn has been kicked out of our home. It looks like we might both end up as her students!" Phyllis's face clouded over with concern at Jenna's words. She hurried forward, her intent clear--to intercept Madisyn before she could make any influential connections. However, Madisyn was already moving swiftly toward the Room of Emerald, the hotel's most exclusive and private room. Phyllis was perplexed. Why would Madisyn head to the Room of Emerald? Jenna, catching up, shared her mother's surprise. "Mom, that room isn't just open to anyone. It seems Madisyn is more connected than we thought. She must have some very impressive friends." "What sort of friends could she possibly have?" Phyllis muttered bitterly, her mind racing with unfavorable assumptions. Disgust momentarily overtook her as she grappled with these thoughts, but there was little time to dwell. With a sense of urgency, Phyllis pulled out her phone and dialed Lynda. "Apologies, I'm currently handling an urgent matter." Lynda's voice was detached and brisk over the phone before she promptly ended the call. Despondency overwhelmed Jenna, her spirits plummeting as she masked her face with her hands, tears trickling between her fingers. Jeffry encircled her with his arms, his voice imbued with gentle assurance. "Don't worry, Jenna. There'll be more opportunities. We'll find another way." Meanwhile, Lynda placed her phone back on the cushion beside her. Her brother Glenn had orchestrated an immediate family gathering following the discovery of his long-lost daughter. "Madisyn must have been through a lot over the years," said Kristine Johns, sitting elegantly beside Lynda. She had striking features, exquisite makeup, and was dressed in a luxurious gown. Though she projected the image of a refined lady, her expression betrayed a deep-seated concern. Lynda responded thoughtfully, "I heard her former family had treated her quite well. She might not have faced the hardships we imagine." Kristine's reply was laced with conviction. "It's crucial that we extend our warmth and support to her." Lynda affectionately stroked Kristine's head, taking pride in her student's good character. Kristine was adopted by the Johns family. Her acceptance of Madisyn highlighted her generous spirit and kindness. She was not concerned that Madisyn's return would threaten her status. In the corner, Elaine Johns sat quietly, her gaze fixed on the door, eager and expectant. Kristine caught the intensity of Elaine's gaze, feeling a stir of unease. Finally, the door opened, the young woman who entered looked gorgeous, her aloof and exquisite features mirroring Elaine's strikingly enough to affirm their kinship. Kristine felt an inexplicable hollowness at the sight. Elaine, unable to contain her emotions any longer, surged forward. "My daughter!" she exclaimed as she enveloped Madisyn in a tight embrace, her tears flowing freely. Madisyn stood momentarily stunned by the intensity of the welcome, her hands hesitantly patting Elaine's back. A newfound warmth blossomed within her--a familial warmth. "Let Madisyn sit down first." Glenn's voice was gentle. As they settled onto the sofa, Elaine clung to Madisyn, trying to steady her voice through her tears. "Madisyn, I'm so sorry it took us this long to find you. You must have endured so much." "I... It's okay. I'm alright." Elaine's tears, warm and earnest, dripped onto Madisyn's hand, leaving her somewhat at a loss. Touched by such a heartfelt display, she gently reassured Elaine, "Don't cry, Mom. We're together now." The term "Mom" seemed to spark a profound joy in Elaine, her voice quivering as she responded, "Yes, you're back. And I promise to make everything right." Glenn observed the exchange with a bright smile, his eagerness palpable as he looked at Madisyn. Feeling the weight of his gaze, she turned to him. "Um... Dad." "We're so happy to be reunited with you, my Madisyn." Glenn beamed, his face alight with happiness, a rare expression of pure delight. "Let me introduce you to our family. This is your Aunt Lynda." Lynda observed Madisyn, offering a slight nod in acknowledgment. Madisyn returned the gesture with polite warmth. Then, it was Kristine. Kristine's smile was radiant as she addressed Madisyn. "I've been waiting so long to finally say this--I have a sister to brag about now!" Elaine chimed in, her voice tinged with a hint of hesitation, "This is Kristine. Her father was a close friend of your dad's. Kristine lost her parents when she was very young, and we took her in. If this makes you uncomfortable..." "It's fine." Madisyn cut her off gently, understanding the implication. Glenn pulled out his phone. "It's been tough for you all these years, Madisyn. Let's start by exchanging numbers," he suggested. Elaine quickly followed suit, producing her own phone. "And exchange numbers with me as well," she added eagerly. After Madisyn compliantly exchanged numbers with them, her phone buzzed with two notifications. Her father had sent her ten million dollars through Venmo, and her mother did the same. Glenn grinned, his voice filled with a casual generosity. "Here's a little pocket money from Dad and mother. If it's not enough, just let me know." Elaine's warmth didn't falter. "And I've picked out some clothes for you. You can try them on when we get home!" This whirlwind of generosity was unfamiliar to Madisyn, yet it enveloped her in a warmth she had never known. However, Kristine felt both unease and shock. Glenn and Elaine had just casually transferred twenty million dollars to Madisyn--a sum that dwarfed her own relatively modest monthly allowance. Was this because Madisyn was their biological child and she was adopted? Chapter 4 Her Brother Throughout the meal, Elaine and Glenn took turns heaping food onto Madisyn's plate, the food piled high looking like a small mountain. By the time Madisyn finished it all, her stomach was full. It was a novel and heartwarming barrage of affection, expressed through every dish her parents offered. The sudden ring of Glenn's phone cut through the moment. He glanced at the caller ID and a broad smile spread across his face. "Madisyn, it's one of your elder brothers on the line, the youngest among them. He's eager to meet you." He accepted the video call, and a voice brimming with enthusiasm burst forth. "Did you find her? I can't wait to see her!" Glenn glanced at Madisyn, who gave a shy nod, prompting Glenn to angle the phone towards her. "Here she is--your little sister, Madisyn." "Yeah, we're definitely related!" The face on the screen lit up with a mischievous grin. Madisyn's heart skipped a beat as she recognized him-- Waylon, a famous award-winning movie star. Her world seemed to expand in an instant, her family connections sprawling into realms she had never imagined. "Hi," Madisyn said, her voice a soft whisper. Waylon Johns's excitement surged through the phone. "Madisyn, I'm stuck on set right now, so I can't come back, but I'll send you something special soon!" His affection was palpable. Despite their newly discovered biological tie, Waylon's warmth felt genuine and immediate. Waylon and his brothers had long hoped for a younger sister. Although they had Kristine, she was adopted by their parents when she was not an infant anymore, and she was not blood-related to them, making them not that close. Waylon then turned to the aloof and noble man beside him. "Andrew, meet my sister. Isn't she adorable?" Andrew Klein, known for his reserved and imposing presence, glanced at the screen. The moment he saw the girl on the screen, his previously casual glance instantly froze. Madisyn's long soft hair flowed down her shoulders and her delicate features, remarkably mirroring the Johns family traits, were very captivating. Madisyn maintained her poise as the video call continued, but Kristine's reaction was less controlled. At the mention of "Andrew", her body stiffened, her eyes locked on the screen where Andrew appeared as striking as ever. His aloof disposition made her suspect he wouldn't spare much attention for Madisyn. "Hi." Andrew's greeting was brief, his voice low. Kristine felt a pang of discomfort, her nails digging into her palm. She reassured herself silently that Andrew's greeting was nothing more than a formality. Madisyn gave a polite nod in response, her demeanor calm and detached. Then, Waylon continued to chatter away on the phone with Madisyn until Glenn stepped in, reminding him not to keep Madisyn from her meal. Even though his father hung up on him, Waylon was visibly delighted, turning back to Andrew with a grin. "That's my long-lost younger sister. Isn't she adorable? I need to finish up here fast and head back to meet her." He threw a casual invitation Andrew's way. "Andrew, want to come back with me?" He knew it was a long shot; Andrew typically avoided visits to the Johns family's residence due to Kristine's overt affection. There had been an old arrangement of a potential marriage between the Johns family and the Klein family, but it was merely a verbal agreement made by the elders. The Kleins, a prominent family from Ansport, were leagues apart from the Johns family of Gemond in status and influence, a gap that Kristine seemed to ignore as she clung to the idea of marrying Andrew. Andrew, his gaze intense and distant, replied nonchalantly, "Sure, it's been a while since I last saw your parents." Waylon blinked, taken aback by Andrew's unexpected acceptance. Was he being serious? Chapter 5 The Arrogant Fool Once the meal concluded, the Johns family all made their way to their expansive mansion, dwarfing the simpler villa of the Chapman family in both scale and splendor. The estate exuded a regal elegance, mirroring a castle in its grandeur. Elaine eagerly escorted Madisyn through the vast corridors to a specially prepared room. The room was a vision of feminine grace, adorned with delicate hues and thoughtful embellishments, striking Madisyn mute with its overly girlish ambiance. With a flourish, Elaine flung open the wardrobe doors. Madisyn's eyes widened at the array inside-- rows of exquisite, opulent dresses that sparkled under the soft lighting. "These are just the beginning. There's more to arrive tomorrow," Elaine announced. "Thank you, Mom, but--isn't this a bit much?" Madisyn inquired. Elaine laughed lightly, dismissing the worry. "Oh, never! A girl can never have too many dresses. This afternoon, we're going shopping so you can add anything else you like!" she declared with a generous smile. Madisyn, though overwhelmed, felt a deep warmth from the gestures surrounding her. Elaine had intended to wait a few days before changing Madisyn's name. However, Madisyn, feeling the genuine love from Elaine and Glenn, saw no reason to delay. That very afternoon, they visited the local City Hall, where Madisyn officially adopted the surname Johns, becoming Madisyn Johns. With the legal formalities complete, Elaine squeezed Madisyn's hand, her voice filled with excitement. "Sweetheart, let's dive into some shopping and see what catches your eye." Glenn watched the two with a tender gaze, regret in his tone. "You two enjoy yourselves. I've got some work this afternoon and can't come along. Here's ten million--treat yourselves to whatever delights you find." The Moonshine Mall was the top-ranked luxury shopping mall in Gemond. Elaine led Madisyn to the chic Chanel boutique, eyes alight with excitement as she envisioned Madisyn in each piece. She quickly picked out a collection of garments. "Sweetheart, try these on. If they suit you, we'll take them all." Madisyn, feeling somewhat overwhelmed yet compliant, nodded and gathered the clothes. As she was about to head to the fitting room, she noticed Phyllis and Jenna approaching. Jenna, clearly in a foul mood, had been brought by Phyllis to indulge in some retail therapy. Her surprise at seeing Madisyn was evident. "Madisyn?" she blurted out, her voice ringing with disbelief. Elaine, turning at the voice, recognized the pair instantly. She softened, knowing the Chapman family's significant role in Madisyn's upbringing. Glenn had already agreed to work with the Chapman family's company for their part in raising Madisyn, and he had returned to the company earlier just to meet with Jeffry to discuss the cooperation. As Elaine readied a warm greeting, even planning to cover Phyllis's and Jenna's shopping expenses as a gesture of goodwill, Jenna's tone shifted sharply. "Madisyn, what are you doing here? This is a Chanel boutique. Can you even afford anything?" Phyllis scrutinized Madisyn in confusion, her face darkening as she recalled the scene she had seen at the Alpenglow Hotel earlier that day. "Madisyn, why aren't you with your poor parents? Buying luxury goods here, where did you get such money?" These harsh words cut through the boutique's refined air, leaving Elaine shocked and momentarily speechless. Madisyn, her face set in a mask of icy detachment, responded without a hint of warmth, "My affairs are no longer your concern." Madisyn's view of the Chapman family had crystallized in that moment, reflecting years of unreciprocated loyalty. She had elevated their modest enterprise to a publicly traded powerhouse, believing she had repaid the debt of gratitude for raising her. Yet, the Chapmans were unaware of her help. Elaine's expression turned stern as she absorbed the harshness of Phyllis's words. The family she had envisioned as part of Madisyn's past was far from the reality presented before her. They treated Madisyn not with familial concern, but with outright hostility. "Excuse me, I gather this young woman was once a daughter to you, but why are you treating her like this now?" Elaine interjected, unable to hold back her dismay. With an audience now present, Phyllis exhaled deeply, her face a mask of sorrowful resignation. "Indeed, she was a daughter to me once. But I must caution you, madam, not to be deceived by her facade. She's crafted numerous lies and even stolen money from our family. She's a disgrace!" She continued, her voice laden with feigned distress, "My disappointment was profound, leaving me no choice but to distance her from our family, despite the years we spent nurturing her." Phyllis was determined to paint Madisyn in the worst possible light, ensuring that no wealthy lady would think well of Madisyn, lest word spread that she was too harsh on this fake daughter. To make her words more convincing, she even dabbed at her eyes, simulating tears to underscore her supposed despair. Phyllis was actively discrediting her before her own mother. Madisyn's expression hardened, a dangerous spark igniting in her gaze... ...... ==== Madisyn was stunned to discover that she was not her parents' biological child. Due to the real daughter's scheming, she was kicked out and became a laughingstock. Thought to be born to peasants, Madisyn was shocked to find that her real father was the richest man in the city, and her brothers were renowned figures in their respective fields. They showered her with love, only to learn that Madisyn had a thriving business of her own... What happens next? 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