My Arranged Husband Is My Enemy

Luna Aurel, 23, has three eternal enemies in her life. 1. Flying cockroaches. 2. Her ghosting ex who left her for a t****k influencer. 3. Elvano Wijaya. And damn it, enemy number 3 is now sitting in her living room, wearing a three-piece Armani suit that probably costs more than her entire design studio, ridiculously handsome, with that annoying, arrogant smirk that has haunted her since kindergarten. Luna was hiding in the kitchen, peeking through the gap in the door, holding a spatula like a weapon. "I will NOT marry him! Are you both crazy?! Mom! Dad!" Luna hissed at her parents, her voice shaking between anger and panic. Her mother, Mama Rina, pinched her arm hard. "Shh! Lower your voice! Can you be polite for once in your life? The Wijaya family is here! They are the most respected family in Jakarta! Elvano is the most successful young architect in Indonesia, CEO of Wijaya Group at 27! Where else will you find a man like him? Girls out there are lining up just to breathe the same air as him!" "Mom, did you forget who he is? He stole my chicken nuggets in kindergarten and made me cry for three hours! He put gum in my hair in elementary school! He spread a rumor that I wet the bed in junior high school! He is the devil, Mom! THE DEVIL!" Her father, Papa Andi, who usually spoiled her the most, came with a tired, defeated face. His company, Aurel Textiles, was on the verge of bankruptcy. Luna knew that. "Luna, listen to Papa, sweetheart. We need the investment from Wijaya Group. Fifty billion rupiah. Without it, we will lose the factory, we will lose the house, 200 employees will lose their jobs. Aunt Amara's only condition... is that you marry Elvano. It's just a contract marriage." Luna froze. Her spatula fell to the floor with a CLANG. "Contract marriage?" "Yes. One year." Papa whispered. "After one year, you can divorce quietly. You will get 10% of the shares as compensation. You can open your dream design studio in Paris. This is a win-win, Luna." In the living room, Elvano Wijaya finally stood up. At 6'2", with broad shoulders, sharp jawline, and cold, intelligent eyes behind his glasses, he looked like a Greek god who had just stepped off a magazine cover. But Luna knew better. Behind that perfect face was a cold, calculating monster who had made her life miserable for 18 years. His mother, Aunt Amara, smiled elegantly. "Luna, honey, come here." Luna had no choice. She walked into the living room, her knees trembling, wearing her old oversized t-shirt and shorts, her hair a mess. While Elvano looked perfect. Elvano's eyes scanned her from head to toe, and that smirk grew wider. "Long time no see, Little Enemy," he said in a deep, low voice that made the maids in the corner blush. Elvano walked slowly, approaching Luna, until they were only a few inches apart. So close that Luna could smell his expensive, woody cologne - expensive and intoxicating. "Hi, my little wife," he whispered, so quietly that only Luna could hear. "Miss your chicken nuggets? I can buy you the whole factory now." Luna clenched her fists so hard her nails dug into her palms. "Elvano Wijaya, I would rather marry a flying cockroach, marry a trash can, marry anyone but you! I hate you!" Elvano chuckled softly. A low, dangerous chuckle that sent shivers down her spine. "Unfortunately, you don't have a choice, Luna. Starting next week, you will sleep in the same bed as me. In my penthouse. In my bedroom. With the status of Mrs. Elvano Wijaya. My wife. Legally." "WHAT?! ONE BED?! ARE YOU INSANE?! I THOUGHT SEPARATE ROOMS!" "My grandfather is traditional. He will visit us every week to make sure this marriage is real. If he finds out we sleep in separate rooms, the deal is off. Your father's company goes bankrupt. My inheritance goes to my cousin. So, one bed is non-negotiable, Mrs. Wijaya." He handed her a thick black folder with a golden Wijaya Group logo. Inside was a 20-page legal document. MARRIAGE AGREEMENT - ELVANO WIJAYA & LUNA AUREL Duration: 12 Months. Article 1: Falling in love is strictly prohibited. Article 2: No physical intimacy except for public display for family. Article 3: No jealousy, no interference in each other's private life. Article 4: After 12 months, divorce with compensation. Luna's hands were shaking as she flipped through the pages. On the last page, Elvano's signature was already there - sharp, bold, arrogant. Just like him. She hated him. She really, really hated him. From the bottom of her heart. But why was her heart beating so fast, so loud, like it was going to explode out of her chest? Why did her cheeks feel so hot under his intense gaze? Elvano leaned down, his lips almost touching her ear. His breath was hot. "So, my little enemy... dare to sign it? Or are you scared that you will be the one to break Article 1 first?" Luna looked up, her eyes filled with tears of anger and panic, meeting his cold, challenging eyes. This was war. And she would never lose to Elvano Wijaya. She grabbed the pen from the table. "I will sign it. And I will make sure YOU are the one who falls first, you arrogant jerk!" She signed her name with a furious scribble: LUNA AUREL. Elvano's smirk turned into a full, dangerous, breathtakingly handsome smile. "Welcome home, my wife."