Forced to Marry a Disabled Girl

Let go of me

After waiting for almost 10 minutes, the Princess decided to get out of the father's room, she did not want to bother thinking about the father who would either return or not.

The princess continued to move her legs in a little haste without looking ahead, because her hands were busy inserting a cellphone and a piece of photo given by her father earlier.

Until the voice of someone who called her husband's name, immediately made the Princess turn towards the voice.

Right in front of his father's factory, a man he knew so well, and certainly wanted to avoid being standing next to a car with a woman dressed as se xy who stood behind him.

"I miss you, Ben! can we be like before without having to bring up the mass, come on we start again from the beginning, ak_" said a woman who is none other than Sandra was stopped, it stopped, when Ben's gaze turned to the Princess who was still standing in front of the factory gate.

Minutes later Ben quickly walked up to the Princess, blocked the girl's hand, then dragged her towards her car.

"Ben?" Sandra held Ben's body as if asking for an explanation, about the young girl he was carrying, but Ben looked like he was reluctant to answer, brushed off Sandra's hand holding his hand, then pushed the Princess into his car.

"That's the girl who was once aunty_" Sandra did not continue her words, staring nanar towards Ben's car that began to drive away from her.

"Let go!" the princess shouted hysterically, banging on the car door, but as if deaf Ben completely ignored the whining of his wife, drove his car at high speed splitting the streets of the capital that already looked deserted, and the, because the clock is showing at 9 am.

"Let go asshole! What do you want huh?!" The princess yelled at him with overflowing anger, making Ben forced to pull over his car for a moment.

Seen Ben sighed repeatedly, clenching his hands trying not to get emotionally involved.

"Go home, come with me!" ben said, with a cold face, but it sounded like pleading.

"No, I'm not interested in returning to your house full of drama."

Back Ben forwarded his car without asking for the Princess' approval first, because it felt for him no need, he would do anything according to his wishes.

While the Princess he was helpless, and finally just silent by turning his face towards the outside of the car glass, with a feeling of annoyance, let her husband take her away wherever he wanted.

She will wait, when her husband comes back off guard, and at the same time he will run away from her again.

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"Let go, sick!" The Princess tried to pull her hand that was gripped tightly by Ben, but Ben did not touch her at all, dragging the tiny body of the Princess into his room.

"Sit down!" Ben led his wife to sit on the side of the bed, then took something from the drawer.

Ben looked down at such a close distance, silent for a moment, looking at his wife's face that was still flushed from her father's slap, as well as the corner of his lips that still left dry blood.

In Ben's heart, he swore he would find the culprit until he met.

One thing, which spontaneously makes the Princess turn her face, she no longer wants to be entangled with Ben's charm that will make her fall in love for the second time, although she can not deny the feeling is still there.

"Who did this hm?" his outstretched hand was about to grab his cheek, but was brushed aside violently by the Princess.

"Not your business." she replied coldly, with a face that was still reluctant to look at her.

Ben closed his eyes for a moment, clenched his hands, holding back anger and pain when he saw the state of his wife who looked miserable like that, especially because now the Princess is increasingly keeping a distance with him.

"Is that painful?" his question when he realized his wife grimaced a few times.

Again the Princess was silent, with her cold face, making Ben feel something else in his heart.

After cleaning the Princess's wound, Ben looked back at her deeply, watching the Princess's face now look more beautiful and shining.

"Where are you going?" Ben again held his hand, but this time it was softer than before.

"Bathroom!" his short reply made Ben immediately release his hand.

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Elsewhere, a middle-aged man, none other than Arfan, was looking at a piece of paper containing the same photo that was given to his daughter.

Looking at the photo, it reminds Arfan of many things he has been through in the past.

Occasionally he rubbed the corner of his eye that issued a round of clear water, not expecting because in the end he and his wife will separate only because of a misunderstanding, which makes their relationship must end with a divorce.

"I'm sorry, because it can't bring much happiness to our daughter" he muttered, who again kept the photo in her drawer.

Arfan sat his body on the chair of pride, which he had been a dozen years occupied, his eyes swept around the room which now began to look worn in some parts.

Since the beginning of marriage with Yani, in his life not much has changed, even the factory that he has been managing was slowly starting to be uncertain, he did not have many employees like most factories in general.

With reason, because he was unable to pay them, even Arfan and Yani occasionally intervened to do work with some of his employees.

And this is what makes Yani increasingly aggressively marry the Princess to Ben, because in addition to her escape from the responsibility of caring for the Princess, she also hopes to someday benefit.

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"Where are you going?" ben's high voice stopped the Princess from leaving the house.

With a feeling of annoyance, as well as with his resentment, the Princess turned to look at Ben with her horror gaze.

"I want to go, I want to get out of this place, and I hope you don't ban it."

"Don't dream of a little girl, until whenever you can never run away from me, one thing you should know, I am not someone who easily lets go of something that is already mine!" said Ben with a foot that continues to step closer to the Princess, until the girl hit the door that had not been opened.

"Why, what's my fault, so you play my life like this" said the Princess who can no longer stem her tears.

"Please set me free, I don't want to be here!" continued the Princess increasingly sobbing, making the other side of Ben feel pained, with his wife's attitude.

There is a sense of unwillingness, when his wife wants freedom from him, as if he is a criminal who has locked him in his own house.

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