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THE BILLIONAIRE'S HEIR UNCHAINED Chapter 12
The Next Morning, Raka sat in a chauffeured car heading to a high society event, this time, as a guest of honor. He wasn’t wearing bitterness on his sleeve. No. His revenge wouldn’t come in shouts or slaps. It would come in silence. In visibility. The world would honor the man they mocked. And those who looked down on him? They would live every day knowing what they lost. He remain silent, the city of Jakarta unfolding like a movie behind the tinted windows of the luxury car. Towering skyscrapers, packed markets, neon lights, and flashes of familiar corners sped past places that once made him feel small. Insignificant. Now, they will bowed before him. He adjusted the cufflinks on his dark suit custom tailored, stitched with quiet elegance. A far cry from the worn shirts he used to wear under the Santoso roof. The driver glanced in the rearview mirror. “master Raka, we’ll be arriving at the Imperial Club in twenty minutes.” Raka gave a simple nod, eyes still fixed outsi
THE BILLIONAIRE'S HEIR UNCHAINED Chapter 13
The gala lights still sparkled, but for Raka Pratama, the night had already shifted into something colder. He stood in a quiet corner of the event lounge, tablet in hand, eyes narrowed at the name that glared back at him: Mahardika International Group. It was sleek. Strategic. Maliciously timed. He didn’t need more details to know what Raza Mahardika was doing. It was a game of business territory, the oldest kind of war between men who wore suits instead of armor and signed takeovers instead of treaties. “He’s trying to move into logistics,” said Siska, his assistant, standing beside him. “They’re offering buyouts to our smaller partners. Quietly. He must’ve planned this weeks ago.” Raka didn’t flinch. “Then we move louder.” He slipped the tablet under his arm and strode back into the ballroom,not to party, but to gather. Within ten minutes, three department heads from Pratama Group had been pulled from conversations and were now listening in a dimly lit VIP corner.
THE BILLIONAIRE'S HEIR UNCHAINED Chapter 14
In the heart of Jakarta’s financial district, Raza Mahardika paced his glass paneled office like a general sensing a war he didn’t start. “Get me the Nusantara internal files,” he barked into the intercom. His COO and legal advisor stood quietly before him, exchanging nervous glances. “Pak Raza… it’s confirmed. The deal was closed under a holding company. We traced it back to...” “Spare me the process. Who owns it now?” “…Pratama Group.” What...? The silence that followed was suffocating. Raza’s jaw clenched. “That boy again.” Pratama Group had been silent on acquisition of companies for a long time but now they're at it like hungry wolves hunting. All because power had be given to a street Animal. Referring to Raka. He slumped into his leather chair, tapping his fingers on the glass table. He had dismissed Raka as irrelevant. A shadow from Nadine’s past. A ghost with no bite. But this, this was an opening act to something larger. “How long have they been buyin
THE BILLIONAIRE'S HEIR UNCHAINED Chapter 15
It was another Day at the executive boardroom at Pratama Group, the boardroom with the masterpiece of sleek glass and steel. But today, even beneath the polished elegance, tension crackled in the air. Raka Pratama sat at the head of the table, calm, composed, his eyes surveying the room like a man who had already won. But not everyone saw a victor. “With all due respect, Pak Wijaya,” Mr. Leonard Halim, a senior director began, clearly addressing Raka’s grandfather across the table, “it’s unprecedented to hand over such reins so quickly. The young man has not climbed the ranks, he's only just returned.” “He’s acquiring companies like it's a card game,” another added, bitterness slipping through his measured tone. “Does he even understand the internal structure of our conglomerate?” Murmurs of agreement floated around. Raka’s jaw tightened slightly, but he didn’t flinch. He folded his hands together and leaned forward, his voice calm but steely. “You’re right.” He paus
THE BILLIONAIRE'S HEIR UNCHAINED Chapter 16
At the Santoso residence, once a modest small house tucked into an old district of Jakarta, now stood remodeled and modernized, thanks to the man they never thought would return. But they didn’t know that. Nadine Mahardika walked through the newly furnished halls in heels that echoed with authority. Designer brands now lined her wardrobe. Her mother, Rini, now spent afternoons hosting brunches with women she once watched only on television. They were no longer average. They were Mahardikas now. And Nadine? She walked like someone born into power. But the truth? She was dancing on strings she didn’t see. At S&N Luxe Studio, the newly funded fashion house her husband Raza had “gifted” to her, Nadine held a board meeting. “We’ll launch our high-end luxury campaign next quarter,” she said, brushing her manicured fingers across mood boards. “Get the press involved. I want Jakarta to know this isn’t a boutique, it’s a fashion statement.” Applause filled the room. Admiration. Even
THE BILLIONAIRE'S HEIR UNCHAINED Chapter 17
The ballroom glittered like something out of a dream. Jakarta’s elite gathered for the Citra Gala, an exclusive event honoring new business contributors in the Southeast Asia trade circle. Diamonds gleamed. Laughter floated. Waiters passed flutes of imported champagne like tradition. Nadine Mahardika stepped out of the luxury car in a gown that hugged her like it was stitched with royalty in mind. Her mother, Rini Santoso, wore deep emerald, lips pulled tight in satisfaction as camera flashes bathed them in light. They weren’t guests tonight. They were power. “Smile, Ma. This is what they never thought we’d become,” Nadine said, her voice light but laced with the sting of triumph. Rini nodded, eyes sweeping over the crowd. “Where are the people who called us ordinary now?” Inside the ballroom… Nadine and Rini floated between guests, laughing at jokes only the powerful understood. Their business,funded by Raza, had made headlines. “S&N Luxe Studio: The Next Fashion
THE BILLIONAIRE'S HEIR UNCHAINED Chapter 18
Days later, A message had been sent across to all the board members, an Urgent meeting has been requested. The Pratama Boardroom was full that morning. each leather chair that moment was occupied. But only one seat drew the stares. It was the Official announcement of Raka's Appointment as the New Director of the empire. Wijaya had only declared but not fully reinstated Raka as the new in command but today the media was involved. Raka Pratama walked in unshaken, calm, his tailored black suit and Crisp white shirt. He wasn't wearing a tie. He had his Confidence worn like armor. “Shall we begin?” Pratama Wijaya’s voice finally broke the silence, seated casually beside Raka. He looked older now but not weaker. He observed. Silent. Calculating. Letting his heir rise without interference. Before now , I declared my grandson as the new director, reinstating him to his new office, few of you who were present at the meeting where witness. But today I am formally announcing, R
THE BILLIONAIRE'S HEIR UNCHAINED Chapter 19
After the Press conference, Mr. Leonard Halim walk to Ms. Geraldine Sutanto as they both walk to their cars parked waiting for them. Raka may have the authority, but legacy doesn’t mean readiness. The Chairman can’t expect us to sit idle while a young man who until last year, wasn’t even known in business circles begins acquiring companies and making executive decisions.” He added. Ms. Geraldine Sutanto halted, her eyes sharp with disappointment. You're Right Mr.Leonard. “There is a structure in this board. We follow procedures, not fairy tales.” This is not a family sitcom.The boy cannot return and takes over the empire like it's a birthday gift?” we'll see to it, Mr. Leonard said as they both parted towards their vehicles. *** Later That Day Across the city, while the board’s unrest brewed, a woman stood at the rooftop of a skyscraper overlooking the city skyline. She was elegance incarnate. A vision in a structured black suit, her heels clicking softly as she took a cal
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Chapter 28
The next Morning Raka and Selene were ready to receive Alaric Weiss at the Airport, they were both waiting inside the vehicle as the sound of private jets echoed across Jakarta’s elite airstrip, but one jet , sleek, silver, and marked with the WeissCorp insignia drew every pair of eyes. Inside the black armored vehicle, Raka adjusted the cuff of his tailored suit. Selene sat beside him, calm as ever, her eyes on the hangar doors. “He doesn’t like ceremonies,” she said. “Just respect and clarity.” Raka nodded. “That, I can give.” As they stepped out, the hangar opened. From the shadows emerged Alaric Weiss. Tall, silver, haired, with piercing grey eyes and a calm presence that commanded silence. He was flanked by two of his top advisors and guarded by silent Swiss security. Meanwhile is team had already set up the stage before his arrival a day before. immediately he saw Raka, Alaric smiled. “I’ve been watching you,” he said . “The lion that had had been silent... now fi
Chapter 27
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.
Chapter 26
The city lights shimmered far below as Selene stood beside the panoramic glass of her private office in Zurich,north-central Switzerland, she had returned to attend to a Board meeting at her headquarter at the capital of the canton of Zurich ... Her gaze was fixed not on the skyline, but on the decrypted message glowing on her tablet. The message was From her intelligence team... "Leonard Halim had just wired $2.5 billion to a known mercenary unit, using an offshore account that had remained dormant for 25 years, until now, we have the Intercepted call of Leonard Halim and the suspect." "They have something to do with Nugroho Pratama's murder. we're reopening the case officially. Note: The heir is the primary Target." Her grip tightened. She sent a reply. " Bring me the voice clip" As soon as she picked up her phone, she made the call. “Get my jet ready. we're flying to Jakarta right now.” Not long after, she landed in Jakarta and went straight to Pratama Towers.
Chapter 25
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
Chapter 24
weeks later a global acquisition summit was held in the gleaming towers of Marina Bay Sands, Singapore, it was a spectacle of power . Investors, CEOs, and conglomerate heads from every continent gathered under one roof. A battlefield masked in polite smiles and expensive suits. Raka stepped onto the marbled floor alongside Selene Aragon, both dressed in commanding elegance. Cameras flashed. Whispers followed. This wasn’t just business, it was their stage. Their entrance alone disrupted the room. Selene, known for outbidding billionaires. Raka, the silent heir no one saw coming, now a headline disruptor in Southeast Asia’s financial circles. From across the hall, Raza Mahardika’s face stiffened. Nadine at his arm, her eyes narrowing. What was Raka doing here, leading the pitch of a multi billion dollar green-tech merger? Selene leaned in subtly. “They didn’t see it coming.” “They never do,” Raka replied, gaze locked on Raza. The pitch began. Raka and Selene laid out a c
Chapter 23
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
Chapter 22
It Was a begining of a new Month and another global event in Jarkata , this Time it was the ballroom of the Mandira Grand Hotel, it was shining with Jakarta’s elite. Champagne flutes, velvet gowns, and tailored tuxedos moved through the space. It was a charity gala on paper, but everyone knew this was more than fundraising, it was networking in its most ruthless form. Eyes turned as Raka Pratama entered. He walked with calm authority, and was dressed in midnight-black tailored Armani, every movement deliberate. Behind him, just two steps behind was Selene Aragon followed in a dark emerald gown, sleek and commanding. She didn’t hold his arm, but she didn’t need to. The message was already loud enough: They arrived together. At the back of the ballroom, Raza Mahardika clenched his glass a little too tightly. Nadine, standing beside him, noticed. “That’s Selene Aragon,” she whispered, eyes narrowing. “Why is she with him?” Raza didn’t answer. He didn’t know. That was the problem.
Chapter 21
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
Chapter 20
The streets of Geneva were far from Jakarta, but the woman seated in the corner of the exclusive Le Claire Lounge wasn’t the type to be tied by borders. it was Selene Aragon...again A name the world whispered when empires rose or collapsed. She sipped her martini, one leg crossed over the other, gaze locked on the large screen airing the international business segment. “Pratama Holdings Seals Three Major Acquisitions in Southeast Asia,” the anchor announced. “Analysts are stunned by the speed of the expansion, and the man quietly taking the lead, Raka Pratama.” Selene tilted her head, her lips parting in the faintest smirk. Only few days I got back from Jakarta after a business trip and now you've haunted a lot of game. “Now it's time, I have to meet with him,” she murmured. She reached for her phone and dialed. “Tell the team to prepare the jet. We’re flying back to Jakarta.” Back in Jakarta… Raka sat alone in his office, the executive wing of Pratama Holdi
