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A lavish wedding took place in a large and beautiful hotel hall, a wedding as beautiful as a king marrying his queen. But unfortunately, this time the wedding wasn't as happy as Ayna Deviana's. The 20-year-old girl was forced to marry only because she owed Raffan Arya Sudardjo a large amount of money. At her wedding, Ayna looked gloomy because the wedding she had been looking forward to had been ruined.

Ayna married a man she didn't like, and not only that, but Ayna's mother was also hospitalized. No one from Ayna's family was present; only Raffan's family members were present, and the rest were Ayna's coworkers.

Ayna works for a large company called the LAS Group, led by the Sudardjo family and managed by Raffan, the man to whom Ayna had now married without love.

Ayna stared at Raffan, now her husband, but unfortunately, there had been no communication between them since then.

Raffan took out his phone. At an event like this, Raffan still seemed busy with work. Their wedding was so sudden, so it was natural that he had a lot of work to complete afterward.

"It's late now, the guests have gone home. I'm going to my room, do you want to come?" Raffan asked, looking at Ayna. She only nodded in response.

They walked hurriedly toward the room, as Raffan's strides were long, and Ayna tried to keep up with him. Ayna glanced at Raffan's family, who were still there, but she only smiled.

But as Ayna walked behind Raffan, someone suddenly grabbed her hand. A beautiful woman glared at Ayna, startling her.

"You bitch!"

Slap!

Ayna held her cheek, which felt hot from the sudden slap. She looked at Raffan, who remained silent, staring at Ayna and the strange woman.

"Honey, are you married? Why are you doing this to me?" The woman asked, approaching Raffan, who simply stood there frozen.

"Who is she, Sir?" Ayna asked, because as a wife, she had to know the truth about the woman who had just slapped her.

"This is Syela, she's my girlfriend." Raffan introduced Syela to Ayna, making Ayna wonder. If Raffan had a girlfriend, why did he have to marry Ayna?

"Sir, if she's your girlfriend, why are you marrying me? Not her?" Ayna asked, annoyed.

"Yes, honey, she's right. Why are you doing this?" Syela asked, annoyed at Raffan.

Raffan held Syela's hand.

"Honey, you're the one who doesn't want to get married! Mommy, I don't agree with you either. Don't worry, Ayna and I are just a contractual marriage. We'll divorce after one year. Honey, please don't be angry. Mommy will take all my assets if I don't get married!" Raffan explained to Syela.

Syela, who was naturally money-hungry, was afraid that Raffan would become poor. Even though she was a famous model, she still always received money from him.

It would be very dangerous for Syela's pocket money if Raffan went bankrupt.

"Honey, please understand!" Raffan tried to reassure Syela.

"But why her? Honey, what if you fall in love with her?" Syela asked, staring intently at Ayna.

Raffan laughed. "Honey, I could never fall in love with a woman who's just an ordinary employee. I already have a woman like you who's beautiful, smart, and independent. How could I possibly like her?" Raffan belittled Ayna.

Syela immediately smiled, shamelessly embracing Raffan and planting numerous kisses on his cheek.

"Okay, honey. I don't mind, just don't fall in love with this poor woman!" Syela replied, glaring at Ayna.

"I won't,"

Ayna rolled her eyes lazily. She felt incredibly inferior, especially since Raffan seemed to be belittling her by calling her an ordinary employee. She didn't mind going through with the contractual marriage, but she at least wanted Raffan to respect her, not belittle her.

Syela stared at Ayna's hand, which was currently wearing Raffan's family's hereditary bracelet. Syela immediately pulled Ayna's hand, causing Ayna to flinch.

"This bracelet can only be worn by the woman who will become Raffan's wife, and you're just his contractual wife." Syela unhesitatingly snatched the bracelet from Ayna's hand.

Ayna's hand was in pain from Syela's rough tugging on the jade bracelet. It was real gold and extremely expensive. Who wouldn't want to be the daughter-in-law of that family, especially since Raffan was so handsome. Unfortunately, even women outside were reluctant to approach Raffan simply because of his exorbitant standards.

No matter how beautiful a woman, Raffan still rejected her, causing women to back away before approaching him.

Being rejected by Raffan was the most painful insult, as it would become the subject of gossip among everyone who idolized him.

Ayna simply glared at Syela, who was currently overjoyed to have received the bracelet. She didn't care about anything like that, as she didn't need any jewelry. She simply wanted to pay off her debt with this contractual marriage.

"Sir, where's my room? I want to rest," Ayna said with a curt expression.

Raffan handed her the room key. "Room number 8, and I'll sleep in room number 9." Raffan left without looking at Ayna with Syela.

Ayna sighed heavily. She had become a contractual wife and now she was the one covering up her husband's scandal.

Ayna was unfortunate, trapped in this situation, and she was also still worried about her mother, who was still unconscious in the hospital.

Ayna walked towards the room she had said she would be resting in.

But not far away, a man had been watching the conversation between Ayna, Syela, and Raffan. The man lamented what had just happened to Ayna.

"Poor Ayna," the man said, his eyes misty with pity for Ayna's plight.

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The next morning, Ayna was ready to go home. Ayna and Raffan were returning to Raffan's parents' residence. They had invited them to dinner together. Ayna tried to act like a married couple in front of Raffan's parents, and not just Ayna, but Raffan as well, as they had discussed this plan beforehand.

"Are you ready?" Raffan asked, opening Ayna's unlocked door. He saw her making her bed.

"Yes," Ayna replied coldly, slightly curtly.

Nothing had made Ayna happy since their wedding, especially knowing that Raffan had a girlfriend. Ayna was becoming increasingly inferior, marrying only to repay a debt.

Ayna picked up her bag, which had been on the table, and immediately approached Raffan, who was standing in the doorway.

"Smile, so everyone knows we're really married. Don't show that gloomy face!" Raffan grumbled.

"Yes, sir," Ayna obeyed.

Half an hour later, they arrived at Raffan's parents' home. They were greeted warmly by Raffan's parents, especially now that they were happy that Raffan was finally married. At 30, Raffan was well-adjusted and ready to marry and have children.

Raffan was a successful man; he should marry and have children. He deserved to enjoy life.

"Smile!" Raffan said.

Ayna smiled as Raffan's mother approached and hugged her tightly.

"Thank goodness you're here. Did you sleep well?" asked Amitha Delia Sudardjo, who was none other than Raffan's mother.

"Sleep well, Auntie," Ayna replied.

"Don't call me Auntie, I'm your mother now. Call me Mama." Amitha smiled and gently stroked Ayna's head.

"Sorry, Mom," Ayna said.

"Okay, let's go inside." Amitha invited her daughter-in-law and son into the house, as they were going to have breakfast together this morning.

There was a large amount of food served there. Doctor Andre, Ayna's longtime doctor, was also present. However, they didn't talk much, as Andre felt awkward talking to Ayna, who was now his cousin's wife.

"Eat," Amitha explained to Ayna.

Ayna nodded with a smile, and also helped herself to some food. This wasn't her own initiative, but rather an agreement she had made with Raffan before arriving.

Amitha looked at Ayna's innocent-looking hand.

"Ayna, where's your jade bracelet?" Amitha asked which made Ayna and Raffan look at each other.

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