Let Me Love Your Wife (Not an Ex)
Royal Garden

Nicotine-smelling smoke billows from behind tempting thin lips. As if the taste is very delicious, he smoked cigarettes even stronger.

The hour hand had shown at 01:00 in the morning, but he had not yet closed a second. Since setting foot in his mansion, the man with a million charms just sat on the balcony of the room, enjoying the cold of the night while contemplating the scattered remnants of memories.

Around his feet, dozens of cigarette butts splattered. Whether as strong as his heart, to dare to consume nicotine beyond reasonable limits.

"I'm always comfortable with you, Rey. I'm looking forward to the day you propose to me and marry me."

Again the words of Elle who pitched spoiled in Reyvan's mind. At that time, Elle leaned her head on her shoulder, while she rubbed her beautiful smooth arm.

Beautiful, the most appropriate word to describe suana at that time. However, who would have thought of that beauty created a very painful wound.

"Why has your heart changed so quickly? Though I did not mess with my feelings," said Reyvan who only got an answer from the night wind.

After content to torture himself in dark memories, Reyvan got up and went into the room. He walked towards the bed and threw his body there. Without taking off the tuxedo and pantofel shoes, Reyvan closed his mouth and tried to sleep.

The next day, Reyvan awakens as dawn breaks. He soaked his body in warm water before getting ready for the office.

"Good, my feelings are much better than last night" Reyvan said as he stared at his reflection in the mirror.

Shortly after, the door of his room was knocked from the outside. Followed by polite speech from ART who worked at his home.

"Mr Rey, Mr. Izal is waiting for you at the dinner table."

"Yes. I'll be down in a minute" Reyvan said.

"Good, Sir."

"I took too long to soak, to the point of forgetting something as important as this." Reyvan satin while spraying a floral woody perfume on his body.

After putting her phone and wallet in her pocket, Reyvan grabbed her briefcase and carried her out of the room. Then, he went to the dinner table and met his secretary—Faizal Magani.

"Good morning, sir," said Izal.

"Morning." Reyvan sat in front of Izal. "Please eat!" continued.

"Yes, Sir."

There was no more conversation between them, only the clinking of a spoon and the tinkling of the tongue were faintly heard.

In this large and magnificent mansion, Reyvan only lives with six ART and one private driver. Her parents and sister live in the homeland of—Kota Malang, while her brother lives on the Island of the Gods. (For those who want to know the story of his parents and brother Reyvan, there is in the novel Noda season 1 and 2)

"Said Mr. Tommy, we don't need to hurry, sir. He has a lot of time to wait" said Izal after finishing his breakfast.

Reyvan frowned, then looked at his secretary at a glance.

"Do you think his attitude is natural?"

"I mean, Mister?" Izal asked back.

"The Royal Garden project, everyone knows I'm after it. But, in the auction I lost far to Linzy. Now, all of a sudden he gave up the project without taking advantage. Isn't he too noble to live in this day and age?" bright Reyvan.

Izal thought for a moment.

"Linzy's background is very bad. Years established, the company never flourished, only roads in place. In fact, many employees resigned because of low salaries. That night, Tommy suddenly offered a fantastic price for the Royal Garden. I suspect that there may be someone standing behind him. It's just that I can't guess what the motive is" Reyvan said.

"From my examination results, nothing is suspicious, sir. Mr. Tommy used borrowed money to get the project. But, due to his low ability, he was unable to develop. Instead of a loss, then the project was thrown back." Izal gave an explanation regarding the Royal Garden project.

"Quite logical, but there's no harm in us being vigilant. Business is very hard, Izal, lest we misstep."

"Yes, sir, I understand." Izal nodded obediently.

After finishing breakfast, Reyvan and Izal set off for the project site.

"Tom Linzy, whether you have a certain intent or not, I obviously can't trust you. But, the Royal Garden is a very profitable project, I can't just take it off," Reyvan said.

So far, Reyvan has never failed in making a choice. But, not for now. Although careful, but the ambition is more domineering. Will he be able to survive if the Royal Garden keeps a sacred trap?

The Royal Garden is a huge project around Pulau Seribu. Offering luxury residence in a strategic place, what a profitable business.

Initially, the project was under the auspices of Golden Group— a fairly influential property company in the Capital City. However, due to internal errors, the company's finances were crippled and it could not continue the project.

In order to cover the enormous losses, Golden Group auctioned off the project. There was a fierce competition between business people, including Reyvan. They outperformed each other in order to obtain the Royal Garden. However, who would have thought the winner of the auction was a small company—Linzy Group.

Reyvan was disappointed. For him, the project is qualified enough to be a stepping stone. But having failed, he had to find another foothold to jump higher.

"Don't get too thought out, there's still another better way. You can do it." The spirit words that Elle said back then.

"Why remember again." Reyvan sat down while twitching his suddenly dizzy head.

"Are you all right, sir?" ask Izal who accidentally caught his master's action.

"Yes, I'm fine." Reyvan answered while throwing his eyes away. He stared at the tall buildings in order to divert the memory that was once again on Elle.

However, the action was futile. Elle's shadow remains haunting, forcing her to reminisce about a sweet story that's not worth forgetting.

"A little later we arrive, sir," said Izal.

"Yes." Yeah." Reyvan answered briefly.

Shortly after, the car entered the construction area. Izal stopped him near the pile of materials. Then he went out and opened the door for his master.

Dashing, Reyvan got out of the car. His gaze swept out in all directions, looking at one after another the skeletons of buildings filled with iron webbing. For the second time, he admired the design.

"Welcome, Mr. Rey. How are you doing?"

Reyvan turned his head and found the figure of an adult man who had not long defeated him—Tommy. I don't know where he was, why he came so quickly.

"I'm good." Reyvan answered while welcoming Tommy's hand.

In a few moments, they chatted to each other and threw a smile that was somehow sincere or not. Then, Tommy invites Izal and Reyvan to the mess that is commonly used for workers' rest.

"These are the letters, please check!" Tommy handed over some files to Reyvan and Izal.

"You are not taking advantage at all. May I know the reason?" search Reyvan.

Tommy smiled, "My tempo of the day was too ambitious, to the point of not thinking about the consequences. My company is too weak to complete this project. Look, it's been a whole month, but there's nothing I can do about it. If you insist on maintaining this, then I will be destroyed. For that, I threw it at you. I didn't take advantage because I haven't done anything. I just want the money back quickly, so it can be used to handle other projects that I can afford."

Reyvan only responded with a nod. Then, he refocused on the files in his hands. After being researched and understood, he concluded that everything was safe. Then without hesitation, Reyvan signed the contract.

"There's nothing wrong with the points, it's definitely not a trap" Reyvan's inner self was full of confidence.

In front of Reyvan, Tommy smiled as he stared meaningfully. While across from them— behind the sealing closet, two people were watching Reyvan's movements.

"You satisfied with the sight?" ask the grown man to someone standing next to him.

However, that person did not reply, only lowered his head while clenching tightly.

"Determining the fate of a person as weak as him to me is very easy, not even more difficult than flicking a finger. You ... be good at keeping your attitude!" keep the man firmly.

Seriate...