When Promises Turn To Revenge

e elegantly dressed guests. Silk evening gowns and sharp black tuxedos shimmered under the glow of chandeliers, creating an

truly forgotten. His demeanor was calm, almost arrogant, but beneath that tranquilit

With his charming yet insincere smile, Rafael welcomed his guests with warmth, playing the role of the g

ed across the ballroom. "Tonight, I introduce to you the woman who has

ncing in the night, stood gracefully next to Rafael. Her long, dark hair cascaded down her shoulders, and her deep brown eyes

f seemed to halt, leaving only Arkana and Sienna locked in an unspoken exchange of emotions. R

th displeasure. "What an unpleasant surprise to see you h

nt, almost taunting smile. "I wouldn't miss the chance to ce

g familiar about him, yet she couldn't place where or when they had met. Something a

rajaya?" Rafael asked, his voice tig

er eyes unwilling to meet Arkana's.

ith subtle mockery. "I feel as though we've encountered each o

stility toward Arkana deepened, while Sienna felt an unexplainable shiver crawl down her spine. Som

ssing matters than disrupting our evening," R

hrough Sienna's veins. "I merely wanted to extend my congratulations. May

se. He moved with an unshakable calm, as though entirely unfazed by Rafael's piercing glare or

oy it. He was here to settle the debt of betrayal that had sha

mething about him unsettled her, something that made fear curl around her heart. It felt as though a

sing down on her. She knew her life would never be the same again. The past she had desperately tried to forget was creeping back

wine glass slip from her grasp. It shattered against the floor, fragments s

er chest. She stared at the shattered crystal, but Arkana's enigmatic smile

a protective arm around her. "Sienna,

e trembling. "I have this awful feeling...

assured her, his voice firm with

h an invisible wall had formed between them. She looked up at him, and for the

ed at her, the way he had spoken with veiled meaning. It felt like a puzzle was sc

r. The Jakarta skyline stretched before her, its stars blinking lik

t-the sound of fo

reshold of the balcony doors. A man dressed in a bla

?" Sienna's

r than the night air. There was something eerily familiar abou

e demanded, trying to

fted his hand, rev

anding beside a man

na?" the stranger asked, h

slammed into her. She remembered the man in the photo.

aking her head in denia

is expression, Sienna saw

tograph in her trembling hands. As her tears silently fell on