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THE BILLIONAIRE'S HEIR UNCHAINED 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
THE BILLIONAIRE'S HEIR UNCHAINED CHAPTER 2
The soft golden light of morning filtered through the thin curtains, casting long streaks across the small bedroom. The distant hum of motorbikes and the faint chatter of street vendors signaled the start of another day in Jakarta. Raka blinked the sleep from his eyes, his body stiff from another restless night on the thin mattress. With a sigh, he pushed himself up and sat at the small wooden desk by the window. Raka sat in front of his laptop, scrolling through job listings. The glow of the screen reflected in his tired eyes as he skimmed through endless postings. For the past year, he had applied to dozens of companies. All rejections. Most didn’t even bother replying. The ones that did? “We regret to inform you that we have chosen a more suitable candidate.” He clenched his fists. It wasn’t like he was lazy. He had skills. He had studied business. He had experience—more than these companies knew. But no one gave him a chance. Just then, his phone buzzed.
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?”
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
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
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
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
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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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
