Selene Requested her assistant called for a meeting at the Pratama Group. Her billion dollar foreign conglomerate was in Jakarta for one reason: to partner with Pratama Group on a Southeast Asia expansion. But they wouldn’t make it easy. The table was long, with foreign executives seated like a panel of judges. They respected results, not reputation. And they’d brought their own terms. Ruthless ones. Selene Aragon sat beside Raka, her calm as unnerving as his silence. She wore no company logo , just influence. “Miss Aragon, are you here as legal counsel or investor representative?” one of the execs asked pointedly, flipping through the slides. Selene didn’t flinch. “Neither. I’m here because your model is flawed and Raka Pratama’s is the only thing that might save it.” A tense pause. Raka leaned forward, finally speaking. “You’re seeking market share in a region you don’t understand. You’ve poured millions into shallow analytics, not behavior economics. We know the pu

Two Days Later The headlines broke first. "Raka Pratama to Marry Global Powerhouse Selene Aragon!" "From an Ex- son in-law to Billionaire Heir: Jakarta’s Most Eligible Is No Longer Single!" The reactions were nuclear. Nadine choked on her espresso at the breakfast table. Her mother Rini’s eyes bugged in disbelief. “Married?! To Selene Aragon?” Rini gasped. “This must be a PR stunt!” Are they been serious? Nadine threw her phone on the marble counter. “That man’s lost his mind.” shouting at the top of her voice. But deep down, a storm had begun to brew. She knew Raka. And he never did anything without purpose. Meanwhile, at Mahardika International, Raza stood frozen in his office, his phone glued to his ear. “Find out everything,” he barked. “How long have they been involved? What’s the endgame?” ***At the Press Conference at Pratama Tower Reporters buzzed like bees. Flashbulbs snapped. Security held the line. And then, they entered. Selene Aragon, draped

It was The next day, That very morning at the boardroom of Pratama Tower. There was a lingering tension of power struggles cloaked in polite conversation. Leonard Halim walked in with the same arrogance of a man who had held influence for too long and sought power as the director and CEO of Pratama Group ever since Nugroho, Raka's Father was the Director and the CEO of the company. The moment he reached his seat, He nodded to the others seated, ignored Selene entirely, and smirked when his eyes met Raka’s. “I hope we won’t be wasting another morning on cosmetic expansions and theatrics,” he said. Raka didn’t flinch. He didn't utter a word. Selene, seated to his right, wore a tailored white suit and a colder expression. “We were hoping for a productive session, Leonard. But theatrics? That’s your specialty.” A few chuckles stirred from the board, carefully hidden behind sips of espresso. Raka opened a folder and slid a document across the table. “Speaking of productivity, I

the Next day, In a bright Afternoon, ,the sun peeked through the tall windows of Selene’s private suite overlooking the city. Raka sat on the balcony, dressed in a plain white shirt, a fresh cup of black coffee in his hand. Below, Jakarta buzzed with the usual rush, but right here, all was calm. Selene stepped out quietly,she was barefoot, her silk robe fluttering slightly in the breeze. “You didn’t sleep?” she asked softly. Raka shook his head. “Just thinking.” She joined him, curling up on the chair beside him. “About Leonard Halim ?” “No,” Raka replied. “He’s gone. I’m thinking about the next step.” Raka nodded, eyes sharp. “Reza’s logistics partner. Samudra Express.” selene smiled faintly. “ They control seventy percent of his imports. They’re holding meetings this week. We’ll send our proposal.” “They won’t know it’s from us,” Selene added. “They don’t need to. Not yet.” Raka said Silence stretched between them, comfortable. The kind that didn’t need words.

Everywhere and Everything In Jakarta was changing. New billboards lined the city’s skyline. They didn’t say much, just a sleek logo: Pratama Global. Below it, in small print: “Powering Southeast Asia’s Future.” And behind it all, Raka and Selene moved in silence. They didn’t need to shout. All they need is their influence. Selene had flown in a private economic advisor from Singapore. Raka met with two major shipping companies over lunch in Seminyak. By the weekend, a new logistics hub in Surabaya was confirmed, with Pratama Group holding the controlling share. It was slow and quiet but it was happening. Indonesia was starting to lean in their direction. Meanwhile… The Santoso home felt tense. Rini Santoso scrolled through her phone, her face tight with frustration. “Look at this nonsense,” she snapped. “Another article praising Raka. *‘The silent lion of Jakarta’? Please!” Nadine, sitting nearby with her tea, shrugged. “He’s just lucky. Selene is pulling the