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The Runaway's Revenge

Chapter 78 coating the library wing in a thick

Word Count: 1533    |    Released on: 27/01/2026

library wing in a thick, nostalgic haze. It smelled like the world before the Great Handshake-a world of rot, ink, a

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The Runaway's Revenge
The Runaway's Revenge
“Liana Az-Zahra, a 21-year-old aspiring artist, had to freeze her dreams to fulfill her late mother's dying wish: marrying Raka, the son of a family friend. Liana hoped for a protector, a man who would cherish her. Instead, less than a week into the marriage, her world shattered. She discovered Raka's long-standing affair with their own domestic helper-a betrayal that had been simmering long before their wedding day. Walking away as a young divorcée, Liana thought her heart was permanently scarred. But fate had a different plan. She crosses paths with Adrian Dirgantara, a wealthy, high-powered widower and real estate mogul. Their lives collide because of Mika, Adrian's young daughter, who forms an instant, unbreakable bond with Liana. To secure his daughter's happiness, Adrian proposes a marriage of convenience. He is a man of ice-cold, blunt, and seemingly incapable of love. Despite the emotional wall he has built around himself, Liana makes a silent vow: she will not just be a mother figure to Mika, but she will bring the arrogant, rigid Adrian Dirgantara to his knees in love. But can Liana truly break through his frozen exterior, or is there a darker reason why Adrian refuses to let anyone into his heart?”
1 Chapter 1 The smell of expensive jasmine2 Chapter 2 That ice of yours 3 Chapter 3 Welcome, Miss Liana4 Chapter 4 The sunlight hit the floor of the sunroom at exactly 5:15 AM.5 Chapter 5 The house was deathly quiet the next morning6 Chapter 6 But you might want to watch your own step7 Chapter 7 coffee could untangle8 Chapter 8 Adrian sat perfectly still9 Chapter 9 The drive to the countryside took nearly six hours10 Chapter 10 But only if I get to paint the toaster11 Chapter 11 the middle of a battlefield12 Chapter 12 no high-fashion mask13 Chapter 13 the ringing in your ears stops14 Chapter 14 silence you find in a workshop15 Chapter 15 surprisingly16 Chapter 16 its surface catching the dim morning light17 Chapter 17 The five million dollars18 Chapter 18 It wasn't a scandal anymore19 Chapter 19 There were no private jets or motorcades20 Chapter 20 My mother never talked about Singapore21 Chapter 21 You think a few letters can stop me22 Chapter 22 The flight back from Singapore23 Chapter 23 We're done being pieces on your board24 Chapter 24 The building was a blackened ribcage25 Chapter 25 Who are 'we' without the fight 26 Chapter 26 Is she still at the hotel 27 Chapter 27 Vanguard Urban28 Chapter 28 have you seen my soldering iron 29 Chapter 29 Honeymoon Phase30 Chapter 30 Her daughter wasn't the little girl in the yellow raincoat anymore31 Chapter 31 the celebratory breakfast Liana expected32 Chapter 32 The rain had turned into a thick33 Chapter 33 But it's not broadcasting to the city34 Chapter 34 mingling with the music from the plaza below35 Chapter 35 My muscles were screaming36 Chapter 36 watching the residents of the Anchor move about their lives37 Chapter 37 I was just Liana38 Chapter 38 the black water didn't look like a grave39 Chapter 39 from the street stalls40 Chapter 40 My father's last message41 Chapter 41 Bridge is just the first string of the instrument42 Chapter 42 the plaza was thick with a different kind of crowd43 Chapter 43 I leaned my head on Adrian's shoulder44 Chapter 44 the dew sliding off a leaf45 Chapter 45 I dragged myself out of bed46 Chapter 46 We had just fought a literal war of currents47 Chapter 47 Energy Equity Activists48 Chapter 48 I was sitting on a crate of half49 Chapter 49 the Root at the old Raka estate50 Chapter 50 The darkness in the North District was absolute51 Chapter 51 though still stained with paint52 Chapter 52 Are you happy 53 Chapter 53 no more rotten eggs or burning plastic54 Chapter 54 Not the sound55 Chapter 55 come inside before you turn into a moss56 Chapter 56 For fifty years57 Chapter 57 The air was different58 Chapter 58 The floorboards of the porch groaned under my weight59 Chapter 59 my fingers tracing the worn grain of the wood60 Chapter 60 I sat on the porch61 Chapter 61 The sky was just a pale62 Chapter 62 The smell of the mountain was changing63 Chapter 63 you're going to catch your death out here64 Chapter 64 Let them try to patch us then65 Chapter 65 My chest felt tight66 Chapter 66 scratchy wool blanket that smelled of mothballs67 Chapter 67 He's still vibrating68 Chapter 68 The jungle didn't have a frequency69 Chapter 69 We aren't going to starve70 Chapter 70 heavy with a stillness that didn't just sit in the room71 Chapter 71 We started walking72 Chapter 72 choking cloud that tasted like pulverized history73 Chapter 73 I stood in the middle of the Central Plaza74 Chapter 74 Adrian's shoulder was a steady weight75 Chapter 75 The silence 76 Chapter 76 Harmony77 Chapter 77 cold sheet78 Chapter 78 coating the library wing in a thick79 Chapter 79 Let them hate it80 Chapter 80 the Drifters are everywhere they shouldn't be81 Chapter 81 The vibration from that Piler82 Chapter 82 Don't touch them83 Chapter 83 The first harvest wasn't a feast84 Chapter 84 Check the rhythm85 Chapter 85 Almost there86 Chapter 86 heavy stillness of a world that thought we were already corpses87 Chapter 87 ghost-flicker of the Ink-Well88 Chapter 88 vast indifference of the ocean89 Chapter 89 They see the fires90 Chapter 90 I felt them lifting me91 Chapter 91 We had returned from the Ministry with our lives92 Chapter 92 Soren is awake93 Chapter 93 Your air is stagnant94 Chapter 94 It just cared about breath95 Chapter 95 I sat on a pile of charred debris96 Chapter 96 I sat at the base of the Ministry Spire97 Chapter 97 They're starting to build barricades98 Chapter 98 They're coming in fast99 Chapter 99 The harbor is a mess100 Chapter 100 Nara was like a stain that wouldn't wash out