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THE BILLIONAIRE'S HEIR UNCHAINED Chapter 45
The next day, on a Saturday morning at the Santoso estate, The house was alive with soft music and scented lights everywhere. It was one of Rini Santoso’s famed morning gatherings, of her circle of elite women gathered around the garden’s private tea lounge, sipping imported blends, all draped in luxury. They laughed without care, all the time they meet , their words were dipped in gossip and Rini's golden pride of her current status. And at the heart of it that morning sat Rini, this time she was dressed in a deep emerald silk, her hair was pinned with fine stones, and her face glowing with satisfaction. “You all saw the news, didn’t you?” she said, waving a slender hand. “Reza’s empire is expanding like wildfire. Jakarta is finally in the hands of someone who knows how to move mountains.” The women clapped lightly, agreeing with practiced smiles. " A luck, he is". That boy, what is his name again? The ladies leaned in, eyes bright with curiosity. "Raka". the name
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
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The next day, on a Saturday morning at the Santoso estate, The house was alive with soft music and scented lights everywhere. It was one of Rini Santoso’s famed morning gatherings, of her circle of elite women gathered around the garden’s private tea lounge, sipping imported blends, all draped in luxury. They laughed without care, all the time they meet , their words were dipped in gossip and Rini's golden pride of her current status. And at the heart of it that morning sat Rini, this time she was dressed in a deep emerald silk, her hair was pinned with fine stones, and her face glowing with satisfaction. “You all saw the news, didn’t you?” she said, waving a slender hand. “Reza’s empire is expanding like wildfire. Jakarta is finally in the hands of someone who knows how to move mountains.” The women clapped lightly, agreeing with practiced smiles. " A luck, he is". That boy, what is his name again? The ladies leaned in, eyes bright with curiosity. "Raka". the name
Chapter 44
Inside Reza's glass office, at the Mahardika building,Andi stood by the window, listening as Reza boasted about their growing hold. “This is it, Andi,” Reza said, pouring himself a drink. “Mahardika International will no longer answer to anyone every existing empire in South East Asia will be under our foot. We are rewriting the game. And this city, Jakarta, will soon know whose shadow they really walk under.” Andi nodded respectfully, holding back the knowing smirk on his lips. His mind, however, was far from Reza’s praises. Behind every nod, every polite smile, he was gathering the blueprints, confidential data, and hidden partnerships Mahardika had built over decades. Little by little, he was handing them all, straight into Raka’s hands. What Reza didn’t know was that his empire was being read like an open book. Everything this time were now open . Underneath the glamour and media frenzy, the fall will began soon when Raka gives the signal. At Pratama Tower, Raka sat ac
Chapter 43
The sun hadn’t yet opened over the haze in Jakarta when Raka Pratama stood by the wide glass wall of his office, staring at the skyline like a man looking to capture a view. Raka turned to his team of three, seated quietly in the boardroom behind him. No journalists. No board announcements. Not even a whisper in the corporate circles. This meeting was off the books, and its codename was Operation Backbone. "The world thinks Pratama is taking a hit. That we’re bleeding," Raka said quietly. "Let them believe it. But while they cheer, we build." He looked at Andi Saputra, now fully embedded within Mahardika International. To the world, Andi was a foreign conglomerate tycoon and a close ally of Reza Mahardika. But in truth, he remained Pratama’s blade in the shadows. "Begin full infrastructure overhaul," Raka said. "Logistics, digital security, and overseas operations. Keep it off grid. No links to Pratama." Selene leaned forward. "We’ll run the build through one of our smalle
Chapter 42
The sun crept through the linen curtains, soft and golden, spilling across the sheets in warm patches of light. It was still early. Quiet. The world outside hadn’t fully woken yet. Selene stirred first, her body stretching slightly as she opened her eyes. Her cheek was pressed against Raka’s chest, the slow rise and fall of it a steady rhythm she had come to find comfort in. She didn’t move, just listened to the sound of his heartbeat, steady and strong. Raka blinked his eyes open moments later. He looked down at her, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “You’re awake,” he said, his voice still rough from sleep. Selene nodded, her voice soft. “I didn’t want to move. Not yet.” He held her tighter, his fingers brushing gently up and down her back. “I wish we could stay like this,” he whispered. Selene looked up, eyes meeting his. “Someday… we will.” He kissed her forehead, then her temple, then just below her ear. “You still believe that?” “I do,” she sai
Chapter 41
...Raka walked to the window again, staring out across the city skyline, his voice calm but full of weight. “We freeze. every consolidation of Mahardika’s partners, vendors, and channels. One by one. smoothly. Until everything he thinks belongs to him…” He looked back at her. “Is already ours.” "of Course". Selene said warmly. Raka didn’t say anything afterwards . He simply turned back to the large glass window that looking over to Jakarta’s skyline, the night lights glowing like scattered embers across the vast stretch of the city. Selene watched him in silence, arms gently folded, the low hum of the air conditioning the only sound between them. “You’ve been carrying so much,” she said softly, walking closer. “Even when we’re alone, your eyes are always on the war ahead.” can you just loosen them sometimes... for me? Raka’s shoulders shifted slightly. He turned, his eyes meeting hers. “I carry it for us,” he said. “For you. For everything we would achieve.” "I know",
Chapter 40
But far from the chatter and cheers, in a quiet part of Jakarta, Raka sat with Selene, watching the interview on a screen. He didn’t flinch at Rini’s words. Selene glanced at him. “She’s making this personal.” Raka replied softly, “It always was.” He reached for a folder and handed it to her. “Andi sent the latest list. Reza thinks he’s winning, but every deal he signs… every asset he claims… they all walk closer into our trap.” Selene opened the folder and smiled. “Jakarta’s future won’t be written in gold,” she said. “It’ll be written in silence… until the moment we strike.” *** Finally, Two weeks Later,it was now the grand unveiling For the tech project that had been going all about in the news. It was set in the heart of Jakarta. Massive billboards lit up the skyline with one name: Reza Mahardika. The media buzzed, reporters gathered, cameras rolled. He had promised the people something new. Something great. "Now Jakarta, meet the future," Reza said, standing on
Chapter 39
On the streets of Jarkata were now new buildings. Even the roads were now very Busy. Banners of a rising name: Al-Dhafra Global Enterprise-Mahardika International The news was everywhere, all over Asia. All the Business columns screamed of a revolution in Indonesia’s economic landscape. Stocks surged. Investors were also pouring in. And the man at the center of it all? Reza Mahardika. He stood tall before crowds, dressed in sharp suits, flashing that confidence of his. Beside him stood Andi Saputra, he was quiet, composed, and a loyal or so Reza believed. The foreign conglomerate they now owned, Al-Dhafra Global Enterprise-Mahardika International was becoming a sensation everywhere in the country. Already, it had begun acquiring smaller logistics companies in Jakarta, including a few that once belonged to Pratama Group. The media praised them. “A true visionary,” one article called Reza. “The man with the map to Indonesia’s future.” And Reza loved every second of
Chapter 38
... weeks had passed and the media was still buzzing nonstop about the new alliance between Mahardika International and the rising foreign giant The Al-Dhafra Global Enterprise. The News flooded every screen and newspaper in Jakarta. Famous Business shows called it a “game changer,” Top Industry leaders claimed Reza Mahardika had finally sealed his place as a true global power. and he had just won the game. The headlines read. “New Era,” one paper read. “Mahardika Goes Global,” another said. But the truth was far from the headlines. At the heart of the glowing alliance stood Andi Saputra, now the trusted face of Al-Dhafra Global Enterprise operations. But every step he took, every check he signed, every business deal approved was quietly controlled by Raka Pratama. Inside Mahardika Headquarters Reza had never felt more powerful. Andi had become his closest business ally sponsoring his new real estate ventures, backing his smart logistics project, even offering foreign t
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A junior staffer knocked. “Sir, are you working late again?” Andi nodded. “Yes. I’m building something here.” The staffer hesitated. “Pak Raka isn’t around much, but… he really trusts you.” Andi smiled faintly. “Because I won’t rise without him. If ever I get carried away, it’s his name I want written next to mine,not for him, but for me. Because I remember who gave me my wings.” *** That Night in Jakarta was warm, but the air inside the private suite atop Pratama Towers was colder. Sharp with strategy. Quiet but heavy with consequence. Raka Pratama stood by the tall windows, gazing out at the city that never truly slept. Selene sat on the black leather chair behind the glass table, a glass of wine in her hand, a tablet full of reports in front of her. "It’s time," she said. "We let Reza believe he’s about to win." Raka didn’t look away from the skyline. "We give him a bait so big he believes it makes him invincible." "And then," Selene added, "he hands us the ke