Mahendra hurried out through the bedroom door.
He made sure no one saw him leave.
The mansion had already begun to grow quiet. Some of the lights in the hallway had even been turned off.
His phone began vibrating again.
Mahendra looked at the screen.
The name that appeared made his brow furrow.
Rania.
The woman who had been his lover all this time.
He answered the call after checking his surroundings.
“What is it?”
The woman on the other end sounded like she was struggling to hold back her irritation.
“Are you still at the house?”
“Yes.”
“I’ve been waiting for you.”
Mahendra sighed.
“I told you not to come tonight.”
“I just wanted to see you.”
“Rania...”
“I’m in front of the house.”
Mahendra fell silent at once. He was so shocked that he could barely believe it.
“Are you crazy?”
“I’ve been waiting for almost an hour.”
Mahendra rubbed his face.
“Fine. Wait in the car.”
He ended the call.
Mahendra really shouldn’t have left.
Tonight was his wedding night.
But he was used to doing whatever he pleased.
Marriage had never truly changed him.
He picked up the jacket he had left on the chair and walked toward the main entrance.
But before he left, he stopped.
His gaze briefly turned toward the bridal suite.
The woman he had just married was inside.
Mahendra sighed.
He remembered the promise he had made to Rania before this wedding took place.
He would not touch that girl.
This marriage had another purpose.
Mahendra simply wanted to test something.
He wanted to find out whether his old friend’s daughter had truly married him because of him, out of sacrifice, or because of his wealth. Actually... he had initially wanted to arrange her marriage with his only son. But that plan had failed. He couldn’t persuade her, so he decided to test his only child as well—the stubborn boy who was never easy to control.
Moreover, he had a debt he had never told anyone about.
A debt to Bagas.
His old friend.
The man who had once saved Mahendra’s life.
But Mahendra had never told anyone about it. Bagas wasn’t the one who owed a debt. He was.
Including to his only son.
He also didn’t know that Bagas actually had twin daughters.
He only knew about one of them.
Nayra.
That was why he had never imagined that the woman now in the bridal suite was a twin herself.
Mahendra left the house.
Inside the car, a woman immediately turned to look at Mahendra when he got in.
“You took forever.”
“Don’t start.”
Rania stared at him.
“You really got married?”
Mahendra nodded.
“I did.”
“And you still came to me?”
Mahendra gave her a faint smile.
“I told you, the marriage isn’t what you think it is.”
Rania turned her face away.
“I don’t like that woman.”
“You don’t have to like her.”
“I’m jealous.”
Mahendra said nothing.
Rania looked at him again.
“Then why did you marry her?”
Mahendra didn’t answer.
He only started the engine.
“I have my reasons.”
The car began moving away from the house.
But a few minutes later, Mahendra’s expression changed.
His hand suddenly clutched his chest.
“Ah...”
Rania immediately turned toward him.
“What’s wrong?”
Mahendra tried to steady his breathing.
“My chest...”
“Mahendra!”
The car swerved before finally coming to a stop at the side of the road.
Mahendra leaned back against the seat.
His face had gone pale.
Rania immediately panicked.
“Wake up!”
There was no answer.
“Mahendra!”
She shook his shoulder.
Rania quickly got out of the car and asked the people nearby for help.
In a panic, she took Mahendra to the nearest hospital.
Nothing mattered to her except saving the man.
And afraid that her identity as Mahendra’s lover would be exposed, Rania didn’t call the house.
She only told the hospital staff that the patient needed immediate help.
Meanwhile...
The Mahendra mansion remained quiet.
The servants assumed their master was still in the bridal suite.
No one knew that he was now lying in a hospital bed.
And in the bridal suite, Nadya was still waiting.
She stared at the door, which had remained closed all this time.
“Mr. still hasn’t come back?”
Nadya pulled the blanket up around her body.
She didn’t know that the man she was waiting for was fighting to survive a heart attack.