Getting Stuck With A Fake Husband

SOMETHING'S NOT RIGHT

💌 ENTANGLED WITH FAKE HUSBAND 💌

 

🍀 HAPPY READING 🍀

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After considerable consideration, Renata finally decided to meet her daughter. For two weeks, Yara could not be reached. After getting the address of her husband's men. He asked Bray to take him to the address he was going to.

On its way. Renata took a short breath with a glare. Renata could feel that something was wrong with Yara.

"Yara, how are you, baby? are you happy?" Renata muttered softly as he stared blankly at the road he passed.

It was obvious that he was worried about his daughter. How not? They were the ones who sacrificed their daughter's happiness. The regret is increasingly haunting Renata's mind.No burden is so heavy that it can exceed his regrets when they force Yara to marry in order to save Wyanet's company. After the company recovered, he should have been relieved, but that was not felt by Renata.

Yara should have enjoyed her youth. With her stunningly beautiful physical appearance, Yara is able to get the type of man she dreams of. During Yara's school, many men liked her. And only certain types became lovers of his daughter. Yara as a girl who was born and raised in a good neighborhood, and from childhood spoiled by fairy-tales princesses dress beautifully past the ankles.

Renata took in her heavy breath while holding her chest, looking up while tightly closing her eyes. His mind raged with all the turmoil.Other Renata took a deep breath, then threw it out of the mouth.

He hoped that Yara would be treated well. This marriage is a fake marriage. Imagining the old man alone gave him goosebumps.

Renata looked out the window. His mind wandered far away. His back is stuck to the chair. Looking towards the road that is passed.

The cool air typical of the mountains immediately greeted them as they entered the mountain area. Shady trees lined up on the left and right sides of the road made Renata frown in wonder.

"Where are we going Bray?" Renata asked to look at Bray from the rearview mirror in the middle of the car. He was confused when he saw the sight that was closing his eyes.

"This is the address we're going to, ma'am."

"really? Is it not wrong?" Ask Renata again.

Bray smiled when he heard the words of the woman he had known for a long time. "Right lady, this is Mr. Miles's home address. All of this territory belongs to Mr. Miles.

"Huh???" Renata swerved with her mouth open. "Are you serious?"

Bray smiled again, nodding his head. "Yes, madam. All of this territory belongs to Mr. Frey. He even made this area a tourist spot because of its beauty."

"Hmmm, I feel that too."

"The beauty is already famous to foreign countries. This place is considered sacred by every visitor who comes. Young people often visit this place. They came all the way only to see the yellow, orange, black and blue alloys produced by natural phenomena. Especially if we travel in the morning, we will be presented with beautiful colors derived from sand that is exposed to the reflection of sunlight. The sand here also seems to whisper when swept by the wind blowing calmly when the morning greets. While walking, we can see some buildings standing around this area." Bray said ending his explanation and his eyes remained focused on the road.

Renata nodded her head while muttering. "It is fitting that the old man easily spent money to help Wyanet's company get out of bankruptcy. It turns out he's not just anyone."

After three hours of travel, they finally arrived.

"We're here, madam." Said Bray staring at the middle-aged woman from the rearview mirror.

Renata opened her eyes. Look at the luxury penthouse her daughter occupied. The penthouse looks different. It's like it's not an ordinary house, it could be said it's like a royal palace house. And this luxury penthouse has a considerable distance with other houses.

"Is this the place?" ask Renata to make sure again. Renata had thought that the house he visited was not as luxurious as the one in front of him. However, unexpectedly, this house is luxurious and closely guarded by security.

"True madam, we have arrived in front of the penthouse according to the address on this paper" Bray said again.

Bray gets off and opens the car for Renata.

"Please lady,"

"Thank you Bray" Renata said, exiting the car.

He looked around, staring around him. This penthouse looks lonely.

"I'll wait for you here madam."

"All right,"

Renata took a deep breath. His heart skipped a beat as he looked at the state of the house. Security opened the fence when he said it was his goal to meet with a homeowner named Frey Miles.

"I want to meet Mr. Miles."

"You who?" Asked the man with a flat expression.

"I am his family."

"I'll call you soon."

Renata smiled as he nodded. The man seemed to be contacting someone.

"Madam, you can go in and meet the butler of the Miles family. He'll direct you to meet Mr. Miles."

Renata walked into the courtyard of the penthouse which was very classy. He spreads his view. Stare at the classic house, which applies a modern minimalist touch with a very strong Turkish accent. Minimalist home design textured white with an open atmosphere to look attractive. The front side of the house is created attractively both with the form of sand and ornamental plants.

Renata stepped slowly in rhythm with her heartbeat that was getting hit hard. It stopped right in front of the door of the porch. Before pressing the bell, he took a deep breath. Slowly he raised his hand and pressed down on the Bel of the house.

TING NONG'S

TING NONG'S

Door opens slowly. Instantly Renata's heart skipped a beat as the door opened perfectly. A middle-aged man appeared from behind the door. "Who is he? is this man Mr Frey?" renata said in his heart.

"Good day," Sapa Renata politely.

"Good afternoon. Who do you want to find?" Ask the man politely.

"I want to find Mr. Miles" he said slowly.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Miles isn't around. He's on a business trip out of town." Answer the man.

"Out of town, when is Mr Miles back?" ask Renata again.

"I don't know, maybe four days." Answer the man is lying.

Renata grew nervous, clutching her own hand. "What about Yara? I want to meet Yara Wyanet." Said Renata later.

"Yara?" The middle-aged man frowned.

"Yes, Yara. It's been a few days that Yara can't be reached and I'm very worried about her."

"Who are you?"

The deg!

I don't know why Renata felt bad when she saw the man's expression. "I am his mother."

"sorry. You seem to have the wrong address." said the man quickly. He immediately gave the code to the three men who were there.

"Isn't this Mr Miles' home address? how do you say I got the wrong address."

"sorry. You better leave this place."

"But I want to meet my daughter, meet me with my daughter." Renata is losing patience.

Suddenly two men appear and drag Renata. Renata was shocked as his hands were firmly gripped.

"What are you guys doing? Unhand me!" Renata thrashed and tried to break away. But he was dragged to get out of the fence. Renata's body was pushed to the ground to the asphalt.

"Don't ever try to come here again" the man told Renata. The turnstile then closed.

Renata breathed out with her mouth open. Finally his fear was solved. Now he believes Yara is not okay. Renata looked down while crying. He could do nothing. Was this a punishment for him?

Bray quickly got out of the car when he saw Mrs Wyanet being pushed roughly out of the yard.

"What happened, madam?"

Renata did not answer. He just cried there. Regrets always come too late. But he soon realized that the problems he was facing today could not be solved just by condemning himself or grieving. In his heart he said,

"This is not the time to be sad, this very small opportunity I must use to find a way out. What has passed let it pass, now what matters is how to get my daughter out of that house."

MEANWHILE.

A luxurious room with a bed and a fairly large closet is visible there. All are dominated by soft peach colors with matching colors that collaborate with each other. Yara looked around. Clearly, this room was not the room he occupied before.

"Away awake?" said the blue-eyed man with a domineering voice. His voice looks heavy.

Yara immediately blinked and looked at the source of the sound. His eyes widened when he saw the figure of a young man sitting casually on the sofa. His eyes look cold. His posture is firm, athletic, handsome, his hair just combed neatly up to show the forehead with a perfect shape. His nose is sharp, jawline firm with a charming line.

"Who else is he?"

"Is he Mr Miles' son?"

SERIATE.....

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