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THE BILLIONAIRE'S HEIR UNCHAINED 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.
THE BILLIONAIRE'S HEIR UNCHAINED 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
THE BILLIONAIRE'S HEIR UNCHAINED 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
THE BILLIONAIRE'S HEIR UNCHAINED 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
THE BILLIONAIRE'S HEIR UNCHAINED 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.
THE BILLIONAIRE'S HEIR UNCHAINED 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.
THE BILLIONAIRE'S HEIR UNCHAINED 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
THE BILLIONAIRE'S HEIR UNCHAINED Chapter 29
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
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Chapter 36
The next morning, a black car with the Pratama Group emblem rolled up to a modest neighborhood in East Jakarta. Andi Saputra stood outside his small house, still surprised and disbelief. His neighbors watched from their windows, they were twhispering in awe. A uniformed driver stepped out and opened the door for him. “Pak Andi Saputra? You’re expected at Pratama Towers.” He stepped in quietly, adjusting his only good shirt. His hands tremble d. His heart raced. He still couldn’t believe what was happening. Two hours later, he stood before Pratama Towers, the tallest skyscraper of glass and steel that reached the clouds. Staff bowed, doors opened automatically, and executives greeted him with respectful nods. He was led to the top floor, past shining marble floors and private elevators, straight into a boardroom. There, Raka sat waiting with several board members. “Welcome to your new home, Pak Saputra,” one of them said. Raka smiled at him. “You’re weren't just a frien
Chapter 35
Two days later, a convoy of black luxury cars pulled up in front of the faded entrance gate of Surya Logistics, There was a shift in the air. People paused outside the streets. While inside the warehouse Forklifts came to a halt. Workers froze with boxes in their hands. Someone dropped a clipboard, and the clatter echoed too loudly in the silence that followed. From the lead car, the door opened slowly. Raka Pratama stepped out. He was on a sharp black suit, no tie, his collar was slightly open. The watch he wore caught the sunlight. Behind him were men sharply dressed in dark sunglasses and his personal security team flanked him. Two board members from Pratama Group followed closely. Several photographers and a discreet news crew were stationed nearby, already capturing the moment. Raka’s shoes stepped onto the same ground he once carried heavy crates. His visit was a return. A declaration. A reckoning. Inside the warehouse, workers were called out. Loudspeakers crackled:
Chapter 34
... two Weeks Later, at the Pratama Group Headquarters , an urgent executive meeting had been called, and every seat was filled in the Boardroom. New faces were present, fresh board members and strategic partners, all handpicked by Raka Pratama himself. Selene sat calmly beside him, her presence was as firm and composed as ever. She picked up Her phone and put it on silent, immediately she hung a call. The call was from Switzerland, it was no other company than the billion dollar empire " WeissCorp". Alaric Weiss had just confirmed from Switzerland , this time from that WeissCorp’s Southeast Asia division was officially aligned with Pratama Group’s next local expansion move. Raka stood, buttoning his dark grey suit jacket with calm confidence. On the massive digital screen behind him, a map of Southeast Asia came to life. “We’ve restructured the board and now, we restructure our territory,” Raka said clearly. The screen highlighted major cities: Bangkok, Thailand - New lo
Chapter 33
The world outside was so burning with headlines and power plays, but inside the quiet villa on the cliffs of Uluwatu, everything was stilled. Selene had pulled Raka away from the city, away from the noise. Just for a night. Just for them. Alone . The ocean stretched endlessly below as the sun melted into gold across the horizon. Selene stepped onto the balcony in a simple silk robe, her bare feet brushing against the smooth stone floor. Raka stood there, leaning on the railing, shirt unbuttoned halfway. When he turned and saw her, he didn’t speak. He was just staring at her. She walked to him slowly, wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, and rested her cheek against his back. “You’ve carried so much,” she whispered. “But tonight, there’s no one to fight. No masks. No moves. Just you and me.” He turned around, pulling her gently into his arms. “I forget how to breathe sometimes,” he said softly. “But with you… I can breathe again.” Selene looked up at him. “T
Chapter 32
Since that moment of the Raka Live Broadcast, the media buzz hadn't died down. If anything, it was only getting louder. Every major business outlet in Jakarta and even a few in Singapore and Hong Kong ran headlines on Raka Pratama. "The Rising power," "From Shadow to King," and "The Pratama Group's True Heir Reshapes the Game." Photos of him standing beside Alaric Weiss and Selene were everywhere. Behind the scenes, powerful figures had started paying attention. Investors who once backed Raza Mahardika were quietly withdrawing. Contracts were being paused. Phone calls went unanswered. A few high profile logistics clients even reached out to Pratama Group, asking to renegotiate their deals this time under Raka. In the Santoso mansion, the tension was like glass, ready to shatter. Rini Santoso slammed a magazine on the table. “Look at this! They’re calling him a national asset now. That good for nothing boy is stealing everything you built Raza!” Nadine stood nearby, arm
Chapter 31
...but the elites Rini had a secret meeting with, where not done with their plans. This time around, It started with a single headline: “BREAKING: Government Halts Expansion Permit for Pratama Logistics Hub.” The news exploded across national media. A shadowy move signed late at night, the Same night Raka held a press conference.The move was the regulatory committee that are with deep ties to the Santoso family. Those elites loyal to the Santoso Within hours, social media lit up with questions. Rumors spiraled. Some said Pratama was under investigation. Others whispered of corruption, influence, and backroom politics. And at the center of it all? Raka Pratama. Inside Pratama HQ, the atmosphere tightened. Staff exchanged nervous glances. Partners called in for clarity. Shareholders demanded answers. But Raka? He didn’t blink. Meanwhile, Selene leaned against the conference table, tablet in hand. Calm, focused. She had already predicted something like this. “Th
Chapter 30
But..., The Santoso family wasn’t done. Rini Santoso sat at the head of the marble dining table in their estate, Nadine by her side. Her chin tilted up, lips curled with that same pride she carried when she ran socialite circles across Jakarta. “Raka thinks he’s a king now,” she scoffed. “But kings fall. And we’ll be the ones holding the sword.” Nadine’s eyes were cold. She had seen the headlines. Felt the shift. People whispered Raka’s name with awe now. And Selene his wife turned public queen in Jarkata, was only making him even more powerful. But Nadine wouldn’t accept it. “I want him humiliated, mother. Let’s finish what we started.” Rini smirked. “Oh, darling. Let’s show them how the Santoso family name now owns this city.” The Santosos moved fast. They used their network in old Jakarta’s elite, an opportunity they had gotten through Mahardika sponsorship to pull strings through media, social clubs, and legal circles. Suddenly, a breaking story hit the
Chapter 29
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
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
