Ex-Husband Mafia Billionaire's Regret

09:30, Before the Inauguration of the New Hotel Branch.

A humming sound came from a man who was straightening his bow tie. In front of the mirror, the man looked at his reflection. Full of admiration.

Who is the greatest person in his family? The thought flashed through the man's head. A smirk curved his face just like that. Of course it's me.

In the Marhabawa family, Arya Denian Marhabawa is the holder of the family's core company. In the four years that the company has been managed, this year, two branches of the hotel building have been built. Now is the inauguration of the third hotel.

The assets of the Arya family company have increased dramatically under Arya's management. Anyone recognizes Arya as a celebrity businessman whose knowledge is not messing around. Even tonight, there were several media parties both print and online media who came.

Just to cover the inauguration of the new hotel under the Marha Group Company.

"No one will ever match me," Arya muttered with a smile full of pride to herself.

Arya cleared her throat after tying her bow tie neatly. Then she paused to look at herself, not satisfied with feeling so great about herself.

Who else could have managed the company to this extent if not Arya?

Ting triiingg...

Arya's cell phone rang. Her gaze turned downward, precisely towards the cell phone. Looking at the phone screen, it showed the name 'Ghena, Wife'. For some reason Arya suddenly felt very lazy.

Sighing in exasperation, Arya pretended to draw a smile. Flexing her lip muscles. Arya took the cell phone, swiped the green phone icon, and put it to her ear.

"Hello, darling?" Arya greeted in a warm tone.

"Hello, Darling. It's about to start, right? Are you ready?"

Arya mumbled for three seconds, then replied, "Yes, it will start soon. I'm ready, really. How are you doing there?"

"It's going well, Mas. I hope the inauguration goes well."

"Hhmmm, thank you for your prayers, dear. Alright, I want to continue getting ready first, okay?" Arya was in a hurry to end the phone conversation with his wife.

Luckily, Ghena knew that Arya couldn't be bothered. As a result, Ghena agreed to Arya who wanted to continue getting ready. She felt no suspicion at all about Arya being lazy to talk to her.

After putting down the phone, Arya exhaled. Her eyes looked irritably at the screen that displayed the recent call history.

It was lazy to remember her second wife. Yes, after divorcing his old wife-who couldn't do anything at all and was shabby and ugly, he married Ghena.

Ghena was the daughter of a conglomerate family. Ghena's family had also contributed a considerable amount of money to Arya's company. Because of this debt of gratitude, Arya had to marry Ghena.

Now look at how fast his family's company is progressing. Arya didn't love Ghena, he only loved her money.

"I'm really uncomfortable always being contacted like that," Arya grumbled, snorting irritably at her cell phone.

Finished from looking at herself, Arya then snatched the cell phone and stepped away. Out of the bathroom of this president suite type hotel.

Arya's goal was to wear her black suit that had been prepared. But her steps stopped when she heard a knock on the door.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Arya raised both eyebrows in astonishment, turning to the source of the sound. She wondered who might have come.

Not wanting to be trapped by curiosity, Arya locked up her intention to wear a suit. She quickly turned her steps towards the door. Arya still hadn't frowned.

"Who, anyway, came and disturbed..." Arya's sentence was suddenly stopped when her pair of eyes saw who came.

Arya was stunned for a few moments looking at the woman in front of her now. Dressed in a tight-fitting suit of chili red color that seemed to glow. Long wavy hair left loose. Make up that was so thick.

Apart from the appearance and make up, Arya was surprised to see this figure. The figure that had disappeared for almost five years, and now came back again.

"Hello, My Beloved, Arya," greeted the woman who deliberately made a mischievous tone sigh. The sharp glance in her eyes made Arya gulp.

"H-hello..." Arya felt a lump in her throat. "...Dina? You... how did you come here?"

Arya would never have guessed that the woman who came before her was Dian, not Dina - her dead unofficial ex-wife.

Glancing to the right and left, the woman with the name Dian then smiled. As if she had a plan.

"Since there is no one around, can I enter your room?" Dina raised both eyebrows with a friendly smile. "Didn't you hire a 'woman' to accompany you?"

"I-yes, but..."

Damn. Arya's breath actually caught as her gaze focused on Dian's long legs. So smooth, neat, and... seductive.

Aish! Why did Dian change drastically like this?! Arya mentally screamed.

Dian, who secretly played as his ex-wife who had been dumped five years ago, couldn't wait. Then without a signal, Dian immediately pushed Arya's field chest. Into the hotel room.

Arya, who was unprepared, almost fell down, but was immediately able to hold back by deliberately landing against the wall. She was still unable to react due to the shock. Arya really couldn't believe it.

How did Dian, who was dirty, ugly, and only smelled of kitchen, become like this?

Brak.

The door was closed tightly and automatically locked. Dian turned around and smiled seductively. Her steps moved toward Arya, slowly, as her hips swayed.

"Darling..." Dian called out in a soft voice. "Didn't you miss me? I really..." After arriving in front of Arya, Dina touched Arya's broad chest with her delicate fingers. She rubbed Arya's chest sensually. "... missed you. I missed you so much."

Now the distance between Arya and Dian was only an inch. Arya almost held her breath when she saw Dian's face in front of her. Dian's eyes were fixed on something as her index finger moved to hold the corner of Arya's lips.

"Dina... what do you want?" asked Arya, who tried not to be tempted by Dian.

Dian moved her thumb over Arya's lower lip. Her movements were very slow, occasionally glancing at Arya who seemed to have stiffened in place.

"We haven't seen each other for a while, and I miss you so much. Don't you want to give me a present?" asked Dian, leering sensually.

Arya began to look nervous. She really couldn't move, nor did she know how to respond. But the inside of her body seemed not to reject the touches of Dian's fingers.

One touch moved to the jaw, Dian stroked the thin hairs there. Arya felt a swish creeping along with her heart pumping fast. Her blood flow caused goose bumps.

"Gift... what?"

Dian's hands moved downward, back to Arya's bare chest. She unbuttoned Arya's shirt one by one from the top. Every now and then, her hands alternately rubbed Arya's chest from outside the shirt.

Her movements immediately made Arya glare.

"What do you want, Dian?" Arya held her breath.

Dian grinned. "Collecting our meeting gift from you," she said casually. "There's still two and a half hours left, right?"

Three buttons on her shirt already. Arya gulped.

"But I have to meet a client."

Dian's hand movements stopped for a moment, glancing at Arya. She deliberately stood on tiptoe and whispered, "Cancel the meeting and enjoy your time with me."

Arya was still unmoved, while Dian continued to unbutton his shirt. For some reason at that moment there was a strong urge. Squeezing Arya's chest, also...

Woke up something that had been limp.

Without further ado, Arya dismissed both of Dian's hands. She grabbed Dian's waist to get closer until the rubbery object pressed against her chest. Arya turned her body and changed her position to support Dian.

Dian's back was now pressed against the wall. Dian smiled contentedly at Arya's dim eyes and ragged breathing. Their noses were touching so she could hear Arya's breathing.

"Don't regret this, Dian," Arya whispered in her husky voice.

Then a second later Arya was already cupping Dian's face. Arya's lips landed on Dian's lips. At first she moved slowly, enjoying how soft Dian's lips were.

Dian closed her eyes and returned Arya's lick. Dian deliberately provoked Arya with her fingers that dug into the shirt, rubbing the fine hairs on the chest.

Slowly Arya's licks became wild as her breath rushed. Dian did not resist, opening her mouth to welcome Arya's tongue play. Both of Dian's hands moved to circle Arya's nape.

Their passion broke out in just a second. Arya's licks became impatient. Arya then guided Dian's legs around her waist, then carried Dian.

The sound of tasting fills the hotel room as Dian moans in pleasure. Their tongues rubbed against each other. Arya was out of control as her passion flared up while hearing Dian's moans of pleasure.

In his mind, he only wanted to enjoy the body of this woman who had been expelled but not yet officially divorced.

Unbeknownst to Arya, Dian was secretly satisfied. Her plan had worked.

The first plan worked.

Dian à out a rough breath as she sat in the driver's side passenger car. She flicked her hair back repeatedly, preparing to tie it up.

While beside Dian, there was a man watching with a cold gaze. One hand grasped the steering wheel of the car.

"Have you successfully carried out the first plan?" the man asked, looking at Dian seriously.

Before tying her hair, Dian lowered the glass of the car dashboard. She smoothed the strands of hair at the temples before tying it up.

"Can't you see the look of satisfaction on my face?" Dian replied without looking at the man beside her.

The man laughed sarcastically. "Are you satisfied because you successfully executed the plan or because of the 'plan' itself?"

Hearing the sarcasm in the man's words caught her attention. Dian spontaneously turned her head to the side, looking at the man with a frown.

"You mean, I look satisfied because of the 'satisfaction' Andri gave me?"

The man casually nodded his head. "That's right, isn't it? Even so, I can be more confident that Andri will be instantly captivated."

Finished tying her hair, Dian chuckled amusedly. There was a sense of pride. Moreover, this plan had been desired by her for a long time, and now it had just materialized to be realized.

"You already know the right answer, Zaka," Dian replied with a smile full of pride. Then he exhaled softly, flashing a beaming smile. "I can't wait to see... the slow... fall of that man."

There was a sardonic laugh from the side. The man called Zaka looked ahead, preparing to drive his car. Zaka occasionally looked back to check the backing of the car.

"I've always liked your ambition, Dian. You'll have to raise my pay if you succeed," Zaka said in a joking tone with a cold look on his face.

Dian was used to hearing a joking tone with a cold look on her face. So Dian casually tapped Zaka on the shoulder. Dian replied with a playful laugh.

"Have I ever broken a promise, Zaka? Take it easy. Just as long as you don't break my trust."

Zaka glanced back at Dian to flash a sardonic smile. But Dian did not take offense.

"Want to go to the usual place?" Zaka asked without looking at Dian.

Dian cleared her throat in agreement. "You already know where I want to go."

"Of course."

And so, the car drove off in silence between the two of them.

During the silence, Dian, who sat with her chin resting on her elbow on the window, thought of something. The image of the incident one year ago immediately played out. Dian closed her eyes briefly to dismiss the memory.

Damn. How I hate to see that man living in wealth on top of other people's suffering, Dian thought with a heart full of anger.

When she opened her eyes, she roughly wiped her lips where she had kissed earlier. Dian was disgusted. It was fortunate that she and Andri had not been so intimate.

Even so, Dian still showed her innocent body to Andri. And how stupid Andri was for not being able to realize the difference in her body.

***

Beside a mound of earth that had just been sown with flowers, Dian looked at a ceramic gravestone. Dian's eyes were more precisely fixed on the name engraved on the tombstone.

Dina Talitha Zhafir.

Dian's heart always throbbed with pain every time she read that name. This was not her first visit to this cemetery. But still. There was still a clear sense of unwillingness in her heart remembering her sister's death.

How could fate be so cruel to Dina - her sister?

Dian really couldn't stop thinking that Dina's life would end like this. Andri, on the other hand, was already rolling in wealth. In fact...

"He's already built the third branch of the hotel?" Dian laughed sarcastically and looked away. Her chest was tight, like being hit by a heavy object.

The fact that fate was playing with Dina's life made Dian angry. Unfortunately, Dian couldn't do anything to bring Dina back.

"Hey..." Dian touched Dina's ceramic gravestone, staring intently. "You're so lame. Is that the kind of man you chose as your husband?"

Dian laughed at Dina. Just like their childhood memories, Dian always laughed at Dina. Because Dina's nature, which chose to be silent rather than fight, made Dian have to be a shield.

For Dian, Dina was always unlucky.

But for a life path like this, Dian did not call Dina's life unlucky. In fact, Dina should have run away from her husband long ago - run to Dian or tell her.

"Even the slightest flirtation with him has collapsed the defense. How can you go through years of marriage with someone like that, huh?" Dian scolded the mound of earth in front of her.

It was as if she was talking to Dina.

"Are you still smiling there? Are you still going to say, 'Dian, I'm okay, don't pay them back', huh?" Dian's voice began to tremble as her heart throbbed with pain.

Dian took a deep breath and let it out slowly. The tightness in her chest pushed a puddle into her eyes.

"If you can see, your husband is living a good life now," Dian grumbled, her voice almost a whisper of emphasis but trembling. "He's living a good life on top of your death, Sis!"

Eventually, Dian's defenses broke. Tears spilled from her eyes. Dripping one by one down both cheeks.

Dian could not hold back her heartache. The more she remembered how stupid she was for never being by Dina's side, the angrier she became at herself.

If only Dian could choose, she shouldn't have lived abroad. She should have remained Dina's shield so that her twin sister's life would not end like this.

"You can't stop me anymore, Sis. Whatever you think, I don't care," Dian said. "I will avenge your death. She can't live a life like that."

Dian desperately kept her voice from breaking. She hated being weak. Because if she was weak, she couldn't take care of her brother.

And now Dian couldn't take care of Dina either.

They were already so far away.

"I miss you, Sis ... I'm sorry for ... for not being by your side."

Dian's head bowed. She flopped down to sit on the grass, not caring that her clothes would get dirty. The regret in Dian's heart made her shoulders sob even harder.

"I'm sorry, Sis..." Dian said softly, trembling.

From behind, Zaka who had just arrived sighed heavily. For some reason, he didn't like seeing Dian like this. His heart always throbbed with pain every time he saw Dian's weak side.

They had been together for years. Zaka knew that Dian did not submit easily to anything. Dian never wanted to let herself lose because her ambition was so high.

But for Dian, Dina was her weakness.

Whenever confronted with Dina, Dian would fall to her knees. Her ambition would fade for a while, then she would be trapped in guilt.

So Zaka slowly sat down beside Dian. Dian seemed to have noticed his arrival, but did not raise her face at all.

He put one hand gently on Dian's shoulder, giving her a gentle pat.

"Dian," Zaka called softly. "It's already afternoon. You haven't even had lunch yet."

There was no reaction. Dian still buried her face in the folds of her hands. Her legs were bent together.

"I know you're sad, but you have to eat," Zaka added. It was a bit awkward when he had to say warm words to someone else.

Irritated, Zaka said, "Dian, I won't be responsible if you get sick."

Still. Dian didn't want to lift her face. But in a muffled voice, Dian said sulkily.

"My face is ugly when I cry, you can't see it!"

Marha Group's Rapid Progress in Building a Third Hotel Branch.

That was the title of the article Dian read while she was digging for information. Dian suddenly hissed in annoyance, but then laughed sarcastically. Of course she had expected this beforehand.

It was not impossible that the progress of a company like Marha Group was not broadcasted in online media news articles. Dian had actually prepared herself not to get carried away by her emotions. But reality is always inversely proportional to expectations.

Dian was really inflamed. Her eyes were very wide reading the news sentences. Almost all the sentences contained praise and positive comments in favor of the Marha Group company.

"Argh. This is so sickening," Dian grumbled, sighing harshly. She almost slammed her tablet down-if she hadn't remembered the price and loved the price, she probably would have.

Dian put down the tablet, closed her eyes and massaged her temples. Her head was very dizzy. It wasn't that she had a lot of things to think about, but rather a sudden surge of anger.

How could Marha Group be this advanced? And... wait, that bastard guy is living happily on Dina's death?

What an asshole!

"Hey, hey, geez. I guess you must be mad as hell from reading the news?" a voice from the side caught Dian's attention.

Raising her head, Dian looked at Laura with a hardened jaw. Although she wasn't actually upset at her best friend - and apartment mate. But still, Laura was immediately shocked into a grimace.

Laura slowed down as she approached Dian with two glasses of hot tea. Once they arrived at the long sofa near the large glass window, one glass was placed down. She handed it to Dian.

"Relax. Don't look at me like that," Laura said with a chuckle, trying to neutralize the atmosphere.

Dian sighed through her mouth before taking the glass from Laura. "Thanks for the drink. How was your lecture?"

For some reason Laura let out an amused laugh. Dian, who had intended to take a sip, decided not to. Dian's brow furrowed.

"Shouldn't it be the other way around? I'm the one asking you, what's the plan?" Laura deliberately put on an expression that held back her laughter. She also secretly wanted to know how Dian's plan went.

"Huh..." Dian rolled her eyes in disgust. She took a sip of hot tea, then replied, "Of course it went well. You think I can't do something that easy?"

Laura pulled the corners of her lips down, forming an ignorant smile. She nodded her head as she sipped her tea.

"So how was it?" she asked. "That is, how does the CEO 'taste'?"

Dian was confused for a split second. Her mind was trying to figure out what she meant. Moreover, Laura raised an eyebrow with a mischievous smile that seemed to imply another meaning.

"Taste?" Dian felt there was something odd about Laura's question.

Laura nodded. "You already got the gift, right? Does it... taste good?"

Only then did Dian understand what Laura meant. Suddenly, her hand slapped Laura's right shoulder with an exasperated hiss.

"You! Why are you asking such silly questions?!" she scolded, which only made Laura's laughter explode even more.

After straightening her head, which had fallen back from laughing so hard, Laura gulped. Again, Laura put a serious look on her face and in her eyes. This time she was really serious.

Laura asked, "I'm asking seriously, Dian. I bet he's not that good in bed."

"Your guess is right," Dian replied, making Laura glare in disbelief. "Even though we didn't actually get intimate earlier because I forbade it, he's not that smart."

Startled at first, Laura laughed mockingly. "I've guessed that since I saw him in the article. The typical face of a man who is hungry for women but most likely lousy in bed."

In response, Dian nodded in agreement. But for her, it was not the bed that was important, but the news of this article. It was really annoying to see Arya's face displayed as the main topic.

Dian's ambition seemed to be injected. Seeing the progress of the Marha Group company did not even make her waver. In fact, Dian was even more challenged.

Moreover, she realized that Arya was so weak after being teased just a little.

How could any company leader be weak after just a little teasing?

"About this news article," Dian paused for a moment, staring at her tablet, "do you think we can stop this news?"

Laura frowned. Suddenly, her laughter faded away in an instant.

"You mean you want to stop reporters or journalists from covering the company?"

Dian snapped her fingers and nodded once. She picked up her tablet and looked at Arya's face in disgust.

"Look at that. How can she smile so big?" grumbled Dian, sneering.

There was no reaction from Laura. Laura's eyes stared at Dian for a few seconds. There was horror as she watched the corner of Dian's left lip lifted slightly to form a grin.

"You really didn't think of that, did you?" asked Laura, her tone starting to squeak. Especially the way she looked at Dian.

Dian shook her head and put the tablet back down. Dian now sat facing Laura, showing a serious face.

"Do I look like I'm joking right now? If so, then I'll be more serious," Dian said as if challenging Laura.

Laura frowned strangely and gulped down her saliva. Her throat tightened at Dian's glare. It seemed to be a fiery display of anger.

"No, Dian. Not at all. You seem so excited..." Laura's sentence trailed off as her throat suddenly constricted. In front of her now, Dian deliberately leaned forward even more.

Horrified, Laura pushed Dian away. At the same time, Dian's cell phone rang. The vibration caught both Laura and Dian's attention.

"Who's calling?" Laura was curious.

Dian took the cell phone on her left side and read who the caller was. As soon as she saw Arya's name - after they had shared contacts in the hotel room earlier, Dian rounded her eyes. They twinkled and gasped with excitement.

"Look, an opportunity has come!" cheered Dian, who widened her smile.

Out of curiosity, with a confused face too, Laura tried to peek at Dian's cell phone screen. Unfortunately, Dian immediately picked up the call. She put it to her ear without further ado.

"Hello, Mas Arya?" greeted Dian in a soft, artificial voice.

Laura who heard that wanted to vomit. Even so, Laura kept her ear to the phone. She wanted to listen.

Dian seemed to be listening seriously. Then Dian seemed to be looking for an excuse.

"Ah, yes, I'm working overtime at work. What's wrong, Dear?"

On the other side of the phone, Arya was already smiling to herself. She was a bit hesitant and awkward to say something.

"You're busy," Arya said. "Actually, since we haven't met for a while, I want to take you somewhere."

Dian's eyebrows rose. She felt intrigued and challenged.

"Where are you taking me?" she asked. "I've been busy lately, Mas. But maybe I can spare some time."

Arya nodded her head. "Oh, that's... a secret place. I have something to tell you too, Dian."

"Oh, yes? Can't you just say it here, Dear?"

"No," said Arya quickly. But a second later she realized something. "I mean, it can't. Because I'm really serious about this."

Dian's eyes turned to Laura. Having heard a glimpse of the phone conversation, Laura nodded. As if telling Dian to just agree.

"When, Dear?"

"Tomorrow, can you?"

"Tomorrow is Saturday, isn't it? Hmm..." Dian thought for a moment. Since tomorrow was a bit free-because Dian had already paid in installments for the sales data report.

"Okay. Just send me the address where-"

"Dina," Arya interrupted. "Eung... I'll go get you. How about it?"

Dian wore a satisfied grin. Without thinking, she said yes.

After the phone conversation, Dian leaned back against the sofa. A sigh of relief escaped her as her eyes looked up at the ceiling.

"I knew that Arya would be interested in you," said a delighted Laura. "The battle begins, Dear."

Dian just looked at Laura meaningfully. Beb was indeed their friendly nickname. Hearing Laura's words, Dian felt something stirring in her chest.

Closer and closer. Dian just wanted Arya to be destroyed.