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CHAPTER 1
The sun blazed mercilessly that afternoon, its scorching heat mirroring the weight pressing down on Raka Nugroho’s shoulders. He sat on the edge of the cramped guest room bed, staring at his hands—calloused from years of hard work, yet trembling under the crushing reality of his situation. Once, he had promised himself that no matter what, he would give Nadine a good life. She deserved stability, security, and a future free from the financial struggles that haunted the Santoso family. But what had he become? A man who had lost his job. A husband his wife no longer respected. A son-in-law his mother-in-law despised. The door creaked open, and Nadine walked in, removing her earrings with practiced disinterest. "Are you going to sulk all night?" she muttered, barely glancing at him. Raka clenched his fists. "I’ll find something soon." She scoffed. "That’s what you said two months ago." He exhaled sharply, trying to suppress the sting in his chest. She wasn’t always li
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Cameras flashed like lightning strikes across the grand entrance of the Mandarin Continental, where the International Global Business Conference was underway. The Mandarin Continental in Jakarta had never seen such a crowd. The marble staircase, once just a luxurious decor, now felt like a royal aisle as Pratama Wijaya stepped out of the black Maybach, flanked by men in charcoal suits. Silence didn’t exist here, Reporters surged toward the convoy of black cars like waves crashing against a wall as their Cameras clicked continuously non-stop, trying to catch even the slightest reaction from Pratama Wijaya, the elusive yet commanding CEO of Pratama Group. “Mr. Wijaya! Mr Wijaya! Sir, is it true that’s your grandson?” “Where has he been all these years?” “Why was he kept away from the company?” “Is he officially taking over the Pratama Group?” “Sir! Just one statement—please!” But the man himself, stoic, unreadable, dressed in a sharp charcoal grey suit didn’t offer a sin
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The hum of the elevator was the only sound filling the silence as Raka stood straight in his tailored suit, hands clasped in front of him. The jacket clung to his broad frame, the fabric far removed from the worn hoodies and street threads he was used to. It felt strange, it was too smooth, too perfect. But he kept his face calm. As the elevator climbed to the top floor of Pratama Towers, his palms dampened. He wasn't just a street boy anymore. Today, he would be introduced to a room full of billionaires who managed a conglomerate that could buy and sell entire nations. Beside him, an assistant with a clipped voice and expressionless face finally broke the silence. “This floor is restricted. Only board members and invited persons may enter. They’re already waiting". Raka gave a slight nod. As he stepped forward walking through a corridor of glass, stone, and understated wealth. Every detail screamed of legacy, art pieces from across the world, minimalist decor, and hushed tones
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THE BILLIONAIRE'S HEIR UNCHAINED CHAPTER 9
The city stretched out before him, a sea of dazzling lights and towering skyscrapers as Raka sat in stunned silence. Jakarta’s financial district blurred past the tinted windows of the luxury car as they sped through Sudirman, Mega Kuningan, and Thamrin, where glass-and-steel giants pierced the night sky. The streets were alive, a symphony of honking cars, flashing billboards, and the quiet hum of wealth and power. But Raka barely noticed. His mind was still reeling. Datuk had bowed to him. People had bowed to him. His name—his true name—had been spoken with reverence, not mockery. It didn’t make sense. His fingers curled into his lap, his breathing steady but slow, trying to ground himself as they neared Pratama Towers. And then he saw it. Pratama Towers – The Crown Jewel of Jakarta The car slowed as they approached an architectural marvel—Pratama Towers. It wasn’t just a building. It was the landmark of Jakarta’s elite, an 80-story glass monolith that shimmered u
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THE BILLIONAIRE'S HEIR UNCHAINED CHAPTER 8
The Santoso family had never been powerful. They were an average Jakarta household—comfortable, but nowhere near the elite. And Rini Santoso, Nadine’s mother, had always wanted more. Tonight was her chance. The Mahardika family was one of Indonesia’s wealthiest and most respected business dynasties. Reza Mahardika, their golden son, had been pursuing Nadine for months. Now, his high-profile family dinner was the perfect stage for Nadine to finally choose him. And Raka? He was nothing in their eyes. “Are you really wearing that?” Rini sneered, looking Raka up and down. He stood near the entrance of their modest home, dressed in a plain black suit—not expensive, not impressive. The Santosos weren’t rich enough for luxury brands, but they still tried. Rini and Nadine wore their best, carefully selected to impress the Mahardikas. “Maybe we should leave him behind,” Nadine’s cousin muttered. “He’ll embarrass us.” Raka said nothing. He had learned that words meant nothing
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THE BILLIONAIRE'S HEIR UNCHAINED CHAPTER 7
The warehouse was buzzing with the sound of machines and idle chatter. The morning shift had just begun, and Raka was already drenched in sweat, lifting crates while others slacked off. As usual, the group of workers who had singled him out gathered near the loading dock, laughing, smoking, and throwing occasional glances his way. “Oi, Raka!” Damar’s voice rang out, loud enough for everyone to hear. “You missed a spot over there. Go clean it up before the boss sees.” More laughter. Bayu leaned against the wall, smirking. “No wonder your wife doesn’t respect you, bro. How does it feel knowing she’s the one keeping you fed?” The words hit hard. Harder than the weight on his shoulders. Raka froze. His breathing grew slow and controlled, his grip tightening around the crate he was carrying. Damar wasn’t done. “Maybe that’s why she’s always ‘busy’ with... with someone far above your status. You think she’s out working?” He chuckled, shaking his head. “Nah. I’d check her loc
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THE BILLIONAIRE'S HEIR UNCHAINED CHAPTER 6
That evening, Raka sat in the small living room, exhausted. The flickering light from the old television barely held his attention as he stared blankly at the screen. The muffled sound of Nadine’s voice drifted from the bedroom, sharp and laced with frustration. He wasn’t trying to eavesdrop, but the walls in the Santoso home were thin—just like his patience. “I don’t know what I was thinking, Dina,” Nadine sighed heavily. “I let my mother pressure me into this marriage, hoping Raka would help lift our family out of debt. He was hardworking back then, at least he had a stable job.” A pause. Then a bitter laugh. “But now? He hasn’t worked in years. I don’t even see a future with him anymore. Every time I look at him, I see failure. My mother was right—he’s just another burden.” Raka’s hands curled into fists. Her words cut deep, not because they were unexpected, but because they confirmed what he had long feared—Nadine had given up on him. She had once believed in him. Bu
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THE BILLIONAIRE'S HEIR UNCHAINED CHAPTER 5
The streets of Jakarta were alive with their usual chaos—motorbikes weaving through traffic, street vendors shouting their deals, and the scent of grilled satay lingering in the humid evening air. Raka dragged his feet along the uneven sidewalk, exhaustion settling deep in his bones after another grueling shift at the warehouse. The soles of his worn-out shoes barely cushioned each step, but he pressed on, eager to get home. At least to find little he could eat. As he walked past a row of shops, his eyes were drawn to a brightly lit jewelry store. The gleaming glass display showcased delicate necklaces, rings, and bracelets—far beyond what he could afford. Just as he was about to walk past, something caught his attention. A necklace. It wasn’t the most extravagant piece in the collection, nor was it adorned with diamonds or gold. But it had an elegant simplicity—a silver chain with a small sapphire-like stone set in the center. He imagined it resting against Nadine’s neck, c
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THE BILLIONAIRE'S HEIR UNCHAINED CHAPTER 4
The night stretched long in the Santoso home, filled only with the distant hum of the Jakarta streets and the ticking of the old wall clock. The air was thick, suffocating, yet not from heat or humidity—this was the weight of something unspoken, something that had been festering between them for months. Raka sat on the edge of the bed, his elbows resting on his knees, fingers clasped together as if he were gathering courage. His body still ached from the warehouse, every muscle sore from the relentless demands of his job. But tonight, it wasn’t exhaustion that troubled him the most. It was the space between him and his wife. Nadine lay beside him, turned away, scrolling through her phone. The blue glow illuminated her delicate features, highlighting the sharp contrast between what she had once been to him and what she was now—a woman slipping further and further away. She had barely spoken to him all evening. He had tried to start a conversation over dinner, but all he received i
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THE BILLIONAIRE'S HEIR UNCHAINED CHAPTER 3
The rhythmic hum of conveyor belts filled the dimly lit warehouse as Raka wiped the sweat from his brow. His muscles ached from carrying heavy boxes all morning, his uniform already damp from the relentless Jakarta heat. It had been only a few days since he started the job, but it already felt like a lifetime. At IDR 1.8 million a month, this wasn’t just a low-paying job—it was barely enough to survive. Rent, food, transportation—it all added up, leaving him with almost nothing by the end of the month. But he had no choice. Across the warehouse floor, a group of workers leaned against a stack of crates, whispering and chuckling. One of them, a thin man with sharp features, suddenly snapped his fingers as he studied Raka. “Eh, I know you.” His voice carried over the noise of the conveyor belts. Raka paused mid-scan, his grip tightening on the barcode scanner. “Yeah, yeah,” the man continued, stepping closer. “You live in Cempaka Putih, right? at the Santoso family’s house?”
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