Inside his spacious bedroom, Danny Wijaya lay sprawled across a bed covered in dark blue sheets patterned with soccer balls. Pain spread through his entire body, like countless shards slowly slicing into his flesh. His shoulders burned from the lash marks, while the bones in his back felt crushed and shattered.Danny Wijaya let out a long breath. His heart felt more broken than his body. Hatred smoldered in the darkest depths of his soul. He clenched his fists, his fingers trembling.If only my leg were not crippled, Danny muttered to himself, his voice echoing in the hollow space of his mind. I would have escaped this damn prison long ago and returned to the Anggara Family to finish everything.His vision grew hazy as memories of the past resurfaced to haunt him. Back then, on a dark street reeking of asphalt and dust, he had seen his younger brother, Jaya, being dragged away by masked men riding roaring motorcycles. Danny had seen it clearly, how one of them smashed a helmet into Ja

Danny worried that Rendy might do something reckless. He kept watching the young man’s every move, afraid that someone else might discover him.“I’m making sure this place is secure,” Rendy whispered from beside the window.His breath fogged the glass, forming a thin mist that vanished almost instantly. The garden view that had once been beautiful now felt like an empty theater stage, waiting for a horrific performance to begin.“Oh.” Only a single word managed to slip from Danny Wijaya’s lips, stiff with tension.CCTV! Rendy’s thoughts immediately jumped to electronic eyes that might be hidden nearby. In a world filled with technology and betrayal, concealed cameras were the most natural thing to be wary of.Rendy’s sharp eyes began sweeping across the entire room with a detective’s meticulous focus. Every corner, every crevice, every wall decoration, nothing escaped his scrutiny. His hands moved in gestures that were almost ritualistic, as if he were reciting an invisible protection

But Danny Wijaya ignored him and instead stared at Rendy, while the man being stared at seemed unable to grasp the meaning behind Danny’s expression. “Rendy, quickly hide behind that curtain. No matter what happens to me later, I hope you don’t come out until I give you a signal,” Danny whispered, his voice hoarse yet firm. “But … what if they torture you again, sir?” Rendy replied anxiously. His face looked unsettled, his eyes fixed on Danny Wijaya with undisguised fear. Danny forced a faint smile, as if trying to give his companion a bit of courage. “It’s fine. I’m already used to this. What’s most important is that you record everything as evidence. Without solid proof, it will be difficult for me if I take them to court someday.” He’s right, Rendy thought. “But, Sir ….” “Hurry, before that person realizes you’re in my room. They’ll suspect we’re working together!” Danny Wijaya snapped, his words sharper and more forceful this time. Even though he was now a disabled man, he s

The bedroom door was slammed so violently that the wooden frame trembled, even the painting on the wall shook. The sound echoed along the long corridor of the magnificent yet cold Wijaya mansion."Once trash, always trash!" she shouted from outside before her footsteps faded away.The harshly slammed door made Danny Wijaya feel utterly humiliated. Fresh blood dripped from the corner of his lips, the result of the hard slap he had received a few minutes earlier. As the first young master of the richest conglomerate in this city, why was his fate so miserable? Such bitter irony of life.Pain!Danny Wijaya’s heart felt as painful as being stabbed by a sharp double-edged knife. The physical pain on his face was nothing compared to the emotional wound gaping wide in his soul.Silence once again covered the spacious room. Danny Wijaya’s breath was still heavy and uneven, his chest rising and falling in an irregular rhythm. Blood flowed from the corner of his lips, leaving a bitter metallic

A male greeter dressed in a black tuxedo was seen smiling kindly at everyone who arrived, bowing respectfully until his back felt numb and his legs went stiff. Thin sweat flowed at his temples even though the night air was quite cold. Yet even so, the man continued doing his duty professionally until the last group of guests arrived.Jay stepped down from a luxurious black Mercedes with an elegant movement, and his appearance this time looked very different from usual, as if he were not the bandit figure hated by many people for often causing trouble in public places. His long legs touched the asphalt gracefully, like a prince descending from a royal carriage.Right now Jay was wearing an ancient costume in the form of a Han Dynasty style hanfu set that had been modified in such a way that it became a new fashion model that looked modern. Navy blue silk fabric with golden dragon embroidery wrapped perfectly around his body, making the man look like someone else, someone born from an h