Getting Stuck With A Fake Husband

I WANT TO GO HOME

💌 ENTANGLED WITH FAKE HUSBAND 💌

 

🍀 HAPPY READING 🍀

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"Away awake?"

Yara immediately blinked and looked at the source of the sound. Quickly, he turned around and fell out of his bed.

"Ohhhhhhhh..." Yara groans in pain. While Frey smiled sinisterly, he got up to look at Yara who was in pain.

Yara doesn't care about the pain. He refocused on saving himself. Yara kept retreating to find a safe place for him. His body stopped to a wall near the window of the room. He bent his legs as if protecting himself.

Yara's eyes squinted as she looked at the figure of a man standing right in front of her. His position was relaxed by putting his hand into his pants pocket. 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?"

"What's he doing here?"

"Don't she want to save me?"

"If that happens, I should give more thanks to you, Lord..."

Yara spoke inwardly as she continued to pay attention to the figure of the man before her.

"What are you thinking?" Frey leaned back, changing her position by half sitting on the nightstand next to the bed.

"Why are you in my room?" erang Yara with a sharp look. His face shriveled seriously and looked at Frey with a hostile look.

"Ck! why am I in your room?"

"What are you doing here?" reset Yara. His patience is beginning to disappear. He doesn't want to be trapped in this hell house anymore. The corner of his lips curved upwards staring sinisterly at Frey. "Aren't you the witch's errand?"

Frey smiled back. "Magic grandmother?" that sentence so tickled his heart.

Yara got up from her seat, ventured to look at the man in front of her. "Yes.I'm sure that woman is your mother. She doesn't look like a magic grandmother. He's evil and has no heart."

Frey looked down and rubbed his forehead. Again, those words tickled his heart. Yes, that sentence was right for his mother. Frey raised her face back to look at Yara expressionlessly.

Yara took a rough breath, from earlier the man in front of her did not respond at all. Yara remained calm, she did not want to ignite the emotions of the man who was sitting leisurely. At least he could expect this man to save his life.

"OK.I don't want to talk about that woman anymore. Now what I'm asking is, where's Mr Miles?" Yara bit her lower lip, a little scared as the sentence escaped her lips.

"Help me!" His hands clenched in front of his chest. "Find me to Mr. Miles. Ever since I married that old man. He never showed me his nose. Is he sick? At least I should know about Mr. Miles."

Frey did not reply, for some reason the gaze made her feel like she was losing consciousness. His pleading gaze reminded him of someone. It was as if he could not move from his place.

Yara's face was softened. He should be able to act in front of the man. Yara lowered her head while squeezing both her hands. "Yes.yes, I know, I was wrong.I married the old man to save my family's company. But imagine what if you were in my position? I think you'll do the same. You will be willing to marry a woman much older than you. More precisely it was your grandmother." Yara walked back and forth in front of Frey, showing the turmoil of her heart. Then he stopped and looked at Frey again.

"I'm sure our age difference isn't too far away. You must understand how I feel. So please help me, meet me with Mr. Miles. Hmmm! I want to get out of this house, I miss my family. I know they're very worried about me. They can't reach me at all! So please, help me get out of this house." Yara said with a pleading look. Hands back in front of the chest.

Hearing Frey's last sentence, he got up from his seat.

"What's? help you get out of this house?"

Getting a good response, Yara nodded her head quickly. "Hmm, I want to get out of this house. I want to see my family." Yara said again.

"You want to meet your family?" Frey smiled cynically. He looked at Yara who kept begging. "And how did you know your family was so worried about you?" Spotlight Frey's eyes so sharply dominated. He moved closer to Yara.

Yara's heart was suddenly hit hard when she saw the man's fierce facial expression. Slowly Yara retreated backwards. His breathing was stammering and completely unstable. He then took a deep breath. To fill his lungs with oxygen.

"After the mess you made, you want to leave? Do you think it's that easy? Hin..." Frey clucked while raising the corners of his lips. He growls. His jaw tightened strongly and the look in his eyes sharpened as if he wanted to pounce on Yara.

Yara did not accept. He stared hard at Frey. His gaze was full of judgment. He was ready to blow up the lava piled up on his chest.

"Yes.yes, I was wrong, I married her husband. But I really didn't know it was going to be like this!" yara said with increasingly challenging eyes.

"I don't want to know, now that I've met Mr. Miles, only he can get me out of this hell." Said Yara with sharp hindering eyes.

Out of patience, Frey gripped Yara's jaw quite hard. Yara blinked and retreated.

"eeehs....Eeeggghhhh... What are you doing?" Yara surprised. He was in pain as the man's fingers pressed firmly against his lower jaw.

Frey lifted Yara's face upwards. "Never try to get out of this house. I won't hesitate to do anything worse than this." Hissing blue-eyed man with a domineering voice. Her voice sounded heavy, making Yara even more frightened.

"Take me off, I just want to meet Mr. Miles. I just want to go home." Yara pleaded with tears. This time he misjudged. He thought this man could save his life. It turned out that he was much worse than his mother.

"Hometime you said? Ch!" Frey clucked while raising Yara's face upwards again. Highlight his eyes sharp, fused between the two perfectly pointed noses. He stabbed with the charm of a cold face firmly.

"Listen to me carefully, I won't hurt you as long as we obey. Never think of going back to your family. That wouldn't be possible. Youunderstand?" Frey's gaze was watery and full of pain. In this way, he could avenge the Waynet family.

"Eeeggghhh...." Lirih Yara felt her jaw getting gripped even stronger.

"Are you listening to me?" He said while nodding full of emphasis. "Ja..wab..me! Are you listening to me?" His voice echoed with emphasis and pierced into the ear.

Yara's guts suddenly shriveled, the courage she had fertilized had disappeared somewhere.

"ANSWER!!!!!" Frey's voice echoed back inside the room.

Yara had to nod her head. Frey did not smile despite being followed. His eyes still look cold. He released his hand.

"Heeee...." Yara can only humbly*sah. Now his eyes showed fear.

"Brigitta!" Call Frey to the butler standing guard outside.

Hearing the sound of a call from inside the room, the woman immediately entered. "Yes, sir....! can I help you?"

"He wants to see Mr. Miles." Frey stared cynically at Yara who was looking down.

While Brigitta looked confusedly at her master. "How do you mean, sir?"

"Prepare yourself well. Tonight he wants to spend a long night with Mr. Miles."

Just then Yara raised her face, looking at the man with a nervous and fearful expression. He understood the meaning of that word.

"Are you listening to me, Brigitta?"

"Bright, sir." Brigitta said with a bow of respect. He was still confused by his master's orders. To ask directly he did not dare.

"Mmmmm...." Frey took a few steps back, then stuffed his hand into the bag of black pants dangling straight onto his long legs. He raised his face, his jaw was clearly striped.

"I hope tonight, you don't disappoint Mr. Miles." After saying that, Frey immediately walked out of the room. He left with calm steps. His black pantofel shoes were heard echoing in the large house.

While Yara took her breath in stammering. There was a sense of tightness that he could not cover.

"Miss, come with me now! you better prepare to meet Mr. Miles."

Yara did not reply, she just stepped on her foot leaving the room. For now Yara had to forget about the intention to run away. All he had to think about right now, was how to conquer the heart of Lord Frey.

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