Forced To Be a Saving Wife

Forced To Be a Saving Wife
Chapter 8



Davien came with his stride and width.


Liana's eyes did not stop staring when she saw Davien wearing his casual clothes. 'Mas Davien is really handsome. Jeez Liana. What are you talking about, anyway! Remember, Mas Davien already has a wife. You cannot be an actor or a thorn in the household of someone who has helped Viola!' inner Liana.


"How, has anyone been willing to donate his heart to Viola?" davien asked after dealing with Boy and Liana.


"For the time being they're all looking for a heart donor for Miss Viola" Boy replied.


"Let's get it, boy. Pay any price, as long as he's willing to donate his heart to Viola!" tell Davien again.


"No need, Mom. You don't have to spend a lot of money on Viola. We just met, Mom!" reject Liana smooth.


"I don't need a rejection!" davien replied firmly.


Feeling his phone vibrate, Boy immediately saw the incoming message notification from his men.


"Master, there's already someone willing to donate his heart to Miss Viola. Just now, I got word from you guys!" titah Boy's.


"Thank God!" liana was relieved. "Thank you, Mr. Boy, thank you Davien. I really owe you guys. I will not forget your kindness!" liana said moved


"Boy you have to take care of everything until the operation goes well. I don't want a word of failure out of your mouth!" kitah Davien's.


"Okay Sir!" answer Boy.


Davien smiled, he gave the paper bag to the woman in front of him.


"This is what, Mas?" ask Liana.


"open up. This is a gift for you!" kitah Davien's.


"But I'm not a birthday. And I don't need a gift from Mas Davien." declined Liana.


"I don't need a rejection. Now, you open this." Davien says, making Liana receive the brown paper bag.


Liana smiled and opened the paper bag. "Who's this for, Mom?" liana asked in surprise when she saw the latest phone.


"For you. And the phone is active. I've also kept my number and Boy on your phone. So, if you need help, you can call me or Boy!" answer Davien.


Liana put her phone in again, she gave the paper bag to Davien. "I can't take this phone, Mom. I don't deserve it!"


"I don't need a rejection. You know that." Davien annoyed.


"But, Mas. This phone is very expensive. I don't deserve such expensive stuff. You can keep it or sell it. Mas Davien has been willing to help my sister, I'm happy.


Hearing the words coming out of Liana's mouth, Boy smiled faintly, 'Finally Mr. Davien has already solidified his heart.' Inner Boy.


"If you don't want to receive this phone, that means I'm not going to give any help including the donor heart that Boy just got. You want something to happen to your sister? No, right!" threaten Davien's.


"Don't. My sister is in desperate need of that heart donor." said Liana took the paper bag and received Davien's mobile phone. "Thank you!"


"The obedient girl. Then, we'll find some food in the cafeteria. I know, you haven't had breakfast, have you?" take Davien.


"Once there's a rejection, I'll cancel the heart-donor surgery"


"Yes, I want to eat!" cutting Liana made Davien smile sweetly.


"Boy, take care of Viola. I have to find food with Liana!" kitah Davien's.


"Good, Master!" answer Boy.


Davien walked towards the hospital canteen followed by Liana behind him with a downcast face.


'Actually, what Mas Davien planned for my family. But I can't refuse it. Viola must be healed.' Inner Liana.


After arriving at the canteen. Liana and Davien sat facing each other.


"Order your favorite food." Davien said.


"I-I'm up to Mas Davien" Liana replied.


"Alright" Davien then walked to the food stand and ordered chicken porridge for Liana.


Liana looked at Davien's back, 'Should I not be so prejudiced? Who knows, Mas Davien has a kind-hearted attitude towards anyone. And she was sincere.' Inner Liana then lowered her head again when she saw Davien walking towards her.


"I have a job for you!" tell Davien to drop his ass in his chair.


"What, Mas?" ask Liana curiously.


"Are you ready to work? If I'm willing, I can give you even more money than this. And I promise you, I will give you a life worth living. I'll also buy you a new house and your sister" Davien said.


"What kind of job is that, man? I want to work anything as long as it's halal, Mas!" liana replied curiously.


"You remember all your words, who will obey all my requests?" davien's question made Liana think again.


"Yes, I remember, Mom. I did all of that because you were willing to help Viola until Viola could be operated on. I won't forget all my promises to you, Mom!"


"good. Before your sister goes into surgery, I want you to sign the contract I made!" kitah Davien's.


"Letter of agreement? What's the deal, Mom?" ask Liana curiously.


"Be my mistress. I just need a descendant. But as you can see, my wife is not ready to get pregnant. So, I tried another way so that I would quickly have offspring." said Davien.


Liana who heard Davien's words was shocked. "I can't, Mom! I can't be your mistress!" reject Liana.


"If you can't. I could easily cancel that heart donor. All decisions are in your hands. Finding a heart donor is not easy, Li. If anyone is willing, we have to pay it dearly. I'm not insulting you, but do you have any money for all your sister's treatment? And one more thing, after your sister did a heart donor, I'm sure. It all takes money, right? You can think until the operation is carried out. If you refuse me, then I will stop that operation!" threatening Davien rivets Liana.


'Wh-what should I do? I can't be a bitch in Mas Davien's household. But what about Viola? What Mas Davien said was all true. Even if I work, I'll have to collect my salary for years and all that will make Viola tormented. Yeah, God. What am I supposed to do? I can't possibly agree to the ridiculous request from the man before me.' Inner Liana.


"If you are willing, I will guarantee Viola's recovery until Viola is completely healed. And you take it easy, we'll keep this marriage a secret from anyone including my wife. After you give birth to my son, we'll split up and I'll take my son." Davien said.