Getting Stuck With A Fake Husband

LOVE NEVER DIES

💌 ENTANGLED WITH FAKE HUSBAND 💌

 

🍀 HAPPY READING 🍀

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The moonlight looks bright. Dark clouds have covered the charm of the queen of the night. From the top of the balcony of the miles residence, the road still looks crowded by vehicles. A fairly strong wind made Frey put both hands into his pants pocket. The doctor who handled Yara, just left. Steven's doctor's explanation made Frey growl without making a sound.

"How could mommy do that?" Frey took a breath with his eyes closed.

"I hate you, mom."

That one sentence was thrown in a slow tone. The invoking memory made her smile again. Frey hates those painful memories. He hated that sound. He hates that snapping and that loud slap. But he hates it more. He hates himself more.

Frey's memories repeat the events of two years ago. Where he loves a woman who suddenly goes missing somewhere. The meeting with Alea at the orphanage made Frey never visit the place again. Until now the orphanage was managed by the congregation of the Sacred Heart.

FLASH BACK ON

Frey drives his car at high speed. The news he got from his assistant that someone was corruption in the management of the orphanage fund built by the Daddy, which now belongs to him, made the man emotional.

Frey knew something was wrong with the orphanage. The person who was appointed as the head of the caretaker turned out to be not a good person. He must find a way for the crime of the caretaker chief to be exposed. But how? Frey is lazy to intervene directly.

The quiet road makes Frey free to drive. The man then stopped his car to make sure of something.

"Who dares to be alone on a lonely road in the early hours?" Mumbled the man.

The man got out of the car, on his waist covered in a suit had been tucked in a gun. At least if it's a bad guy, Frey can shoot him. He was lazy to fight with criminals. Without a sound, Frey walked over.

"I hate you, brother...."

Frey raised an eyebrow hearing the expression. But still flinch. Without the slightest sound.

"I hate orphanages. Hiks.I hate everyone."

"I hate being born. Why didn't my parents kill me before I was born? Why are they dumping me?"

Someone who turns out to be a girl is getting cold in the corner of the stop.

"Mr Frey. Is he the owner of the orphanage? Why did he never come? I'm gonna complain to her that sister's making a noisy party at the parlour."

"Whoever, please kidnap me. Kill me is okay too. Or at least get me out of here. I'm tired of living with wounds."

For Frey, it was a strange request from a girl who might be 23 years old. But, was not it more strange, Frey instead felt attracted to the girl who was crying in front of him.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhh …"

The girl with the green leaf dress suddenly looked up, holding her head. Groaning slowly. "Akhhhhhhhhhhhh …"

The droplets of blood from the girl's nose managed to make Frey jerk. With the full moonlight and stoplight, Frey can clearly see the full face of the wound, whether it is a bruised or scarred, pale look and puffy eyes, the faint glow of tanned netra.

Frey's heart ached for a moment. Especially when the girl before him looked up at him. Staring at Frey with his faint neutrality. The girl smiled wryly at Frey before finally losing consciousness. Reflexively, Frey caught the weak body before hitting the cold stop floor.

"He???"

Frey was unable to speak any more when he remembered something. This girl, isn't that the girl he saw this afternoon?

"James, clean up my apartment. I'm going home to the apartment now."

After storing the phone, Frey lifted the body of the girl in a green dress towards her car. Without difficulty, the man opened the passenger car door. Lying the body of the girl who did not know what her name was then covered with a jacket.

"Beautiful girl" Frey muttered as he looked at the girl's face. The man's grin appeared as he recalled the words of the girl he helped.

"What if I kidnap you, miss? Are you gonna try to run away from me?" Ask Frey while running the car leaving the stop. Since then Frey loves the woman he met at the stop. Alea the girl who is now missing and there is no news to date. Frey needs time to heal his wounds. He really struggled until he could move on with life, although all would no longer be the same as before.

Love never dies naturally. He died because we don't know how to replenish the source. He died of blindness and guilt and betrayal. He died of disease and injury. Slowly the love will wither away, because it is stained.

Flash back off.

Frey let go of her daydreams, taking deep breaths to reduce the tightness in the chest. After being calm enough, he stepped into the room where Yara was sleeping weakly. His hands are on the infusion. At least he helped the woman.

"Good sir."

"Don't let him leave this room, before there's an order from me." After saying that, Frey immediately left the room.

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Yara woke up when she heard the heavy rain. His head feels heavy. Waitie? Whatisthis? A cloth? Yara felt the top of her head. Ignoring his forehead which had a wet cloth.

"You're up, miss?" Call a middle-aged woman right standing by her bedside.

Yara suddenly panicked, upon hearing the voice of a woman. He knows the woman. He must have been the man who hurt her earlier. Yara quickly touched the wound on her leg.

"Last night the master took you....." Yara's reflex pulls her hand when the woman wants to touch it.

Yara turned herself into a sitting position, then pushed her body back until it stopped on the back of the mattress, she pulled her legs bent, as if she was protecting herself. The fear was clearly radiating on his face.

"I want to go home."

"Come home?" The woman frowned.

"Yes. I want to go home." Yara answered him quickly. "Where is Mr Frey? I want to meet him. I promise I'll pay off all my debts?" Yara pleaded.

"Hmm???" The woman further frowned in confusion. He stared at the girl questioningly. "I came here just bringing dinner for you."

Yara shakes. "I don't want to eat, I just want to go home. So please, meet me with Mr. Frey." Yara spoke firmly, but her lips trembled in fear. Yara's eyes glazed over and shook rapidly. He remembered the incident in that basement. Mr. Frey's wife was so cruel to torture him. Yara hugged her legs while bowing. He buried his face between his legs. Yara did not want to raise her face. His body looks trembling.

Yara suddenly groaned slowly, feeling her head ache like it was being stabbed.

"Miss, you better rest first. Don't think about anything else." The woman approached. However, Yara refused.

"I hate this place. I want to go home!" Shouted Yara.

"But you can't get out of here, sir can get angry."

"Help me, please" Yara quickly held the woman's hand. "Find me to Mr. Frey!" Pinta Yara with a face.

"Sorry, I can't help you. Mr. Frey can kill me."

"If you don't meet me with Mr. Frey, I'll pull out this infusion tube." Yara threatened.

"You can't do that."

"Now choose, meet me with Mr. Frey or I'll let this go..." Yara held an infusion hose stuck on the back of her hand.

"I'm sorry, I really can't help you." Accompanied by the sound of rain still fluttering violently, the woman did not care about the threat of Yara. He immediately rushed out of the room.

"Don't leave me...."

At that time, Yara came down from the bed with the help of her two hands. Her legs still hurt, but Yara did not care about the pain that was sticking out of her wound. He kept trying to get off the bed. Yara walked while carrying her infusion pole towards the door of the room. However, what power the room door was already locked from the outside.

"Open the door!" Shouted Yara knocking on the door with her palm. There is no outside authority.

"Find me to Mr. Frey. I beg!" Yara's voice grew quieter.

Yara closed her mouth and cried again. Her tears flooded her cheeks. Shoulders shaking. He just chose to cry. To scream he could no longer.

Long before Yara was unconscious, Yara thought she was dead. Yara regrets. But what use regret. It's all too late. He made a mistake until the end of his life. Until the end of his breath.

Yara took a deep breath. He does not have to mourn his fate. Now all he thinks about is how he got out of this house. A house that was like hell to him.

SERIATE.....

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