A marriage full of wounds

chapter 35

The clink of the elevator rang, the sign of the iron door was open, seen a couple who were still in fashion, making out, with the wife still at home perched in her husband's sling.

The man also kissed the lips of his wife so savage, while walking in a dim room.

The sound of the decapitation was heard inside, the luxurious penthouse, removing the sense of the penthouse's inhabitation.

Jeffin continued to go deeper, continuing to sip the desire of his wife's lips, he seemed to lose control and tonight the man will vent his desire tonight.

Jeffin approached a corner table, put away all the neatly arranged items, then lowered his wife there without letting go of the link of their lips. Jeffin even with his braing, held onto his two little wife's wrists, used one hand and tried to unbutton the entire shirt.

Jeffin threw the rough suit that covered the bungil's body of the wife in a haphazard direction. And so are his shoes and shirt.

While continuing to tease the ranum lips in front of him, which looks so dusty.

After the situation they both wear nothing. The predatory man, staring at the wife who looks panting with a red face in a dim atmosphere.

The man, stroking the wife's cute face, down to the area of his wife's collarbone.

Jeffin did the unification very gently, making the petite girl who looked pias become calm. Tonight, Jeffin did it very calmly and soulfully, making the wife come with the pleasant atmosphere.

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"Young master, bring madam Catherine, mistress," said a man who now bowed his head in front of his master.

The woman with that graceful and classy look, sighed in annoyance. While grumbling and sneering at his son's behavior.

"Basar brazen child. He could have taken her without saying anything, to me," he was upset.

"Go home" he ordered the driver.

Mommy Margaretha also left the hotel lobby area, with a look of annoyance. Unceasingly the mouth of the half-century-old woman, twitched with an annoyed expression.

"Why, he didn't tell me. And, it worries me," he said in the car.

"Just look if he's in front of me" he continued.

"Basic, ice block man." It was meant for the son.

The driver remained silent, focusing on the steering wheel. He was only a loyal listener to the mistress, still continuing to nag and curse his own son.

"Man, hypocrite. He said he wouldn't be interested. After doing it once, immediately addicted," said mommy quietly with a throbbing lips.

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"What should we do now, mom."

A woman with seductive curves is now in an enclosed room. He was accompanied by his mother who seemed to be thinking.

"Mom!? Clara Sentak.

The woman surprised the mommy who was thinking, how to make their plan work.

"Here, it's all your fault. You should have immediately trapped Jeffin in your trap, but. And the woman should have died instead of coma, you never really did anything." Read that classy lady.

He reviled his own daughter by blaming everything he had done that he thought was never complete and fruitful.

Clara's face looks unacceptable and floated words of protest to the mommy. "Why, mommy blames me. Blame it, the old man who did not do it right" he protested with a careless face.

"Dragon, your mouth, Clara!" Jerk madam Soraya.

He felt unacceptable, someone in his life was blamed, let alone the old man who was said to be — Clara was, his own biological father.

"Ck!" Clara clucked cynically.

"After all, she is your daddy," madam Soraya burst into a stir.

The face of the woman in the sexy nightgown, who looks hate to hear the mommy, defends the man who is her real father.

"Daddy I just, Mr. Jimmy brown. And only he deserves to be my daddy" he continued.

Clara flashed a hateful look at her mother, Clara strongly refused, to be a child for a very mommy-defending man. Who only came from poor families and crazy men. Clara loved her dear lord Jimmy brown who was her stepfather and — Samantha's biological father.

"Curtain! Remember, he only loves his son and considers you a shame" said Soraya.

"I, no matter what, I'm going to get rid of that woman and be the only daughter of Jimmy's daddy" Clara said.

Madam Soraya smiled mysteriously at the expression of her ambitious daughter to get her wish. He was proud to have educated the princess to do anything to get their goals.

"Mommy, salute your stand, son. Always keep your ambition to be the most reluctant woman in town." Imbuh lady Soraya.

The woman was now standing next to her daughter and stroking her blonde hair affectionately.

"Mommy, will grant you your dream son" he whispered in Clara's ear.

Now they embrace each other to encourage each other, to continue their goals and plans.

"How, mom. We got rid of the village girl and the fucking woman" Clara said.

He let go of his embrace and stared fixedly at his mother, asking for a plan to get rid of Jeffin's two wives.

"You, relax. We will definitely get rid of them" said Mrs Soraya.

He also looked far ahead with a sneaky smile seen on the face that still looks charming at the age of entering half a century.

Clara squinted her eyes suspiciously at the mommy, she was very familiar with the crafty character of her mommy. Only Clara is not too can be wrestled with the hidden talent of the mommy. Who is able to get rid of the barrier to get its purpose.

For example, getting rid of the previous brown mistress well without inviting commotion and she could be a brown mistress until now.

"What is Mommy planning?" Ask Clara curiously.

The gaze of the woman's eyes was so fixed and did not turn away from the mother who now sits herself on a luxurious sofa.

"Mommy, plan a way to get rid of our barrier with one flick," he said with his index finger and thumb moving around like getting rid of dirt.

"How to?" Clara asked increasingly.

Madam Soraya smiled intently towards the princess and told her to get closer to her.

"We're going to get rid of the damn woman and we're going to take advantage of the village girl" explained Mrs Soraya.

Clara also smiled cunningly to hear the plan of the mommy, not in vain he was born from the womb of a devious woman.

"When are we gonna do it?" Clara asked again.

"Calm down, we're definitely going to do it in the near future. Better, we should play around first with the girl, as she already dares to be rude to me," concluded Mrs Soraya.

His face was visibly stifled, as he recalled being humiliated in a renowned boutique. Intentions wanted to discriminate against Catherine, even affected by humiliation.

"Basic, fucking village girl," Sentak Clara.

He was so furious to hear the words of the mother who was not far from his fate at the party.

"Awas, only. I'll definitely pay it back."