"REVENGEANCE" The Powerful Wife of the Lord

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Mafia, is an organization that runs various illegal activities collectively and organized such as the production of drugs terl*rang, hacking, to brothels.

They seem to be in a class that is different from society in general, and that particular class is indeed true.

I have no nationality but can easily live in a country. Those are the most prominent features of the mafia.

Unlike Yakuza and Gangsters who have tattoos as a sign if they do exist, the mafia of today does not have an artificial physical appearance that can make it easily recognizable like tattoos and piercings.

They tend to blend in with ordinary people but have another life that is 180 degrees different from what people are familiar with. Even their profession is very diverse to cover their dark identity as a mafia.

Many of them work as office employees, some are devoted to the country by working as a teacher. And amazingly, no one was aware of their true identity.

Although notoriously dangerous, not all mobsters have dark and black hearts. Because there is one mafia member who has a heart like an angel, setting up a social home for disadvantaged children, and also for the elderly who are no longer wanted by their families.

And again, his identity as a member of the mafia is not sniffed let alone known by others. The man greatly enjoyed his tap as a father to the children, certainly not alone, he was aided by some of his fellow mafia members.

"Uncle" a little girl approached him as he was preparing lunch in the kitchen.

Then he turned his head and looked at the round-eyed little girl. "What's up, Miku?" Ask the man gently.

"The school asked for monthly money to be paid immediately, he said he had waited three months. If next month doesn't get paid either, then Miku can't go to school anymore."

The man patted his own forehead. "Oh yes, Uncle forgot. All right, next week Uncle will go to Miku's school to pay that monthly money." His speech which was then replied by a nod by Miku.

"Sister, you'd better ask Sir for help. I'm sure he'll help you" said a young man giving advice.

"Yes, I was planning to see him tonight. Because only he can help us" he replied.

Without being asked, he would definitely go to see his Master for help, as he was the only one he could hope to get out of this matter.

Actually, not only the monthly tuition of Miku school that has not been paid, but the other children as well. Because since three months ago, the amount of savings began to thin.

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Serra was staring at herself in front of the mirror. His slender body in a beautiful hanfu made of the best silk with gold thread embroidery that forms a very beautiful flower motif. And that's the hanfu Lucas gave him, which belonged to his late mother.

"What do you think, I'm pretty not wearing it?" Serra asked for an assessment from Lucas.

"Yes, and you look like the daughter of ancient Chinese labors."

Serra looked at herself in the mirror once again, to make sure what Lucas was saying was true or not. If she's beautiful, as beautiful as the royal princess of ancient China."Am I really that pretty?" Ask Serra to make sure.

Serra stared at her own reflection and Lucas stood behind her. Suddenly his heart was racing because of the distance and the man who was very close. So close that Serra could feel the exhale of Lucas around the nape of his neck.

"Bie..Can you back off a little, this position makes me uncomfortable." Serra was half nervous.

Lucas did not pemubris and instead increasingly instimkan their position until there is no more distance. Serra's body stiffened feeling the kisses of Lucas' lips on his nape. So wet but also feels soft.

"Enmmpphh..." A long arch came out from between Serra's lips as the kiss descended to his shoulders and back. "Lu..Lucas, stop!!" Rancau Serra pleaded.

The touches of Lucas' lips made Serra numb. His face flushed red like a boiled crab withstanding cravings and a burning gleam that was like burning all the cells in his body.

Moving gently and slowly, Lucas turned Serra's body to face her. And a soft kiss immediately invaded his sultry lips, followed by lum*tan and a sweeping kiss. Although initially surprised by what Lucas did, but in the end Serra received the kiss.

Serra raised both hands and wrapped around Lucas' neck, with courage, finally the woman returned the husband's kiss that was getting more and more crazy. And the kiss was only blessed when Lucas felt a light blow to the chest of his field. Serra is no longer able to.

"Well.. Huh.. Huh..." The woman's breath was a little stingy. Understandably, because Serra is not used to such things even though he is 25 years old. "You deliberately wanted to kill me, huh? I almost died out of breath because of you!!"

"Why are you so bad, hm? Like I've never had experience!!"

Serra pinched her lips. "I'm not experienced at all!!" Replies. Serra did not accept being scorned like that by her husband. And what Lucas said hurt his feelings because of the lack of experience in kissing.

"I'm just kidding, why so serious." Lucas said as he patted Serra's brown head.

The attention of the two was distracted by the sound on Lucas's phone ringing on the nightstand. The man then got up and walked towards his bed, without wasting much time Lucas immediately received the call.

"Well, tomorrow at noon we meet in a normal place." Lucas then disconnected his phone.

Serra looked at her husband questioningly. He wanted to ask Lucas who contacted him, but Serra said because he did not want to cross the line. And finally Serra chose silence without asking him anything.

"I'll help the waiter prepare dinner first." Said Serra who then responded to a nod by Lucas.

Serra left her room and went to the kitchen to help the waiter prepare dinner.

Although not so proficient, but Serra can also cook. Yes, although the cuisine is not as perfect as the servants who have experienced long enough. Moreover, the servants at the Lucas residence were not random people. Especially in the kitchen.

And actually it was just Serra's reason to cover up her nervousness. She felt ashamed of herself for her tiredness and lack of experience when it came to kissing. Serra didn't want Lucas to sneer at her again.

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Seriate.