Getting Stuck With A Fake Husband

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💌 ENTANGLED WITH FAKE HUSBAND 💌

 

🍀 HAPPY READING 🍀

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"Is your wife not up to your expectations?" jennifer's eyebrows rose from the base. He leaned in to see Frey closer. "I know what kind of woman you like, Frey? I'm pretty sure of that. You're ashamed to show what your wife looks like." Jennifer smiled a little. He tilted his face looking at Frey with ridicule. "Is it true as I thought Frey was?"

"....." Frey was silent. He continued his food quietly. To glance at it he was reluctant.

Victoria smiled as she gently patted Jennifer's back. His smile certainly contained a million meanings. Between allowing or stopping Jennifer from igniting her son's emotions. "Frey doesn't like to be spoken to when she enjoys her favorite food. So, you don't have to waste your time. Frey won't respond to it."

Jennifer's appetite is gone. He quickly turned his spoon over the sign he was done with his meal. His gaze kept locking on Frey. The man who until now was imprinted in his heart. His love has never changed for Frey even to this day. But because Frey never glanced at him once. It pissed Jennifer off.

"Isn't his life pathetic, aunty!"

Hearing that Victoria laughed. His laughter was so echoing there. He also said Jennifer.

"His life is sad. He's a man who's hard to guess. He is mysterious and always shuts himself up. So don't be surprised."

Tuk ..tuk....

Skull.tuk...

Tuk....

"Mother Brigitta!"

The sound of footsteps echoed in the room. Their views are distorted. Jennifer frowned staring at the source of the voice. So did Victoria. They look at each other.

"Mother....!" Yara's sentence hangs when she sees a sight she shouldn't have seen. The scale suddenly stopped.

While Victoria and Jennifer are like fools, when you see the appearance of Yara who looks different from the skirt-modeled mini dress widened to the knee limit and layered dark maroon red brucet. The clothes contrasted sharply with her white skin. On his waist was a ribbon and a V-shaped neck design with a brocade groove, his hands three-quarters below the elbow. Elegant and very sweet with the dress. Her hair just parsed past her shoulders. Beautiful hair and beautiful hair.

"Who is aunty?" whispered Jennifer with deep forehead wrinkles.

Frey turned his face to look at the figure of a woman who was familiar to him. He also fell silent to see the appearance of Yara who looked different.

When all eyes were on him. Yara was getting nervous. "I'm sorry.I'm just here looking for Brigitta's mom." Yara squeezed both her hands tightly. "Geez, how could I have gotten here? What am I supposed to do? Where's Brigitta's mother?"

With an understatement. Victoria immediately got up from her seat. "What are you doing here? looking for frey's attention, huh?"

Hearing that, Yara quickly wagged her hand. "No, I'm here just looking for Brigitta's mother."

Victoria looked at Yara from top to toe. "Searching Brigitta? You want to find Brigitta with this look?" Victoria's voice rose an octave.

Not wanting to shut up, Jennifer got up from her seat. "Who is aunty?" His words stared sinisterly at Yara. He did not accept any woman who rivaled his beauty.

"She was just a j*lang woman who dared to enter the Miles family."

"I mean aunty? he's......" Jennifer was in disbelief. He looked at Frey who was silent without doing anything.

Not wanting to prolong the matter, Yara immediately left the kitchen without a word. His heart was already aching to hear when he was said to be a j*lang woman.

"Hey..Where are you going?" Victoria chased after Yara until she pulled her hand firmly.

"I want to go back to my room. So let go of me!" Yara tried to shake Victoria's hand.

"How dare you!" Victoria growled while clutching Yara's hand so firmly. His gaze intimidated Yara with a smile of ridicule. "Back to the room? who do you think you are? just because you're Frey's wife, you can do anything, can you?"

"I never said that. So please let go of your hand."

"Basic j*lang!" Victoria hit Yara's head so hard. To make Yara's hair mess irregular.

"What are you doing?" Yara's eyes glared sharply.

"Rise you!" Victoria clasped Yara's arm back firmly. "I never approved of your marriage. So don't ever dream of having Frey...."

"Miss, I've brought..." Brigitta could not continue her sentence when she saw the dark expression of Miss Victoria Miles.

"Mrs....." Call Brigitta with a tense face. His eyes move uneasily. He doesn't know what to do if he's been dealing with his big lady.

"Take him off!" A baritone and resolute voice suddenly sounded from behind them.

Victoria did not also let go of her grip from Yara's hands. His eyes grew sharp and he looked at Yara.

"I said let her go, mom!" back the cold voice was heard making Brigitta shudder in fear because her voice was so low as if holding back anger.

Being so upset, Victoria pushed Yara down.

"Ohhhh....." Yara was surprised to not be able to balance her body. He sits on the floor.

"Never defend that woman in front of me Frey, I can break her legs and arms. Even if it's your wife!"

DEG!

"Did you hear mommy? Your marriage is not legal. I never knew marriage could go on without the blessing of parents. If you never expect a confession from mommy."

DEG!

Yara further frowned confusedly, trying to understand the meaning of the woman's words. But his heart can't lie.

"What does that mean? Your wedding?" Yara looked at Frey and Victoria alternately. He tried to regulate the pounding of his heart that was getting hit hard. His fingers are cold. He's still trying to digest.

"I never expected mommy's blessing either. She's my wife, so mommy has to accept that."

It was like the sound of lightning blaring in Yara's ear as Frey said wife. He is so shocked at the moment. To swallow his saliva is so hard. He was silent as if he could not believe what he was hearing.

"It's up to you to tell me what Frey, who obviously mommy never considered him part of the Miles family. And you...." Victoria pointed towards the speechless Yara with a pale face helpless. "Never show your face in front of me again.remember that!" Victoria gritted her teeth, being so upset. Frey defended that fucking woman. Victoria immediately turned her body around and returned to the kitchen.

Yara lowered her head while squeezing tightly into her hand. His breathing is really irregular. He was still completely shocked to hear all this.

"Who was the man she married in the church?"

Yara exhaled with a tense face. Brigitta quickly approached Yara.

"Miss, you're okay!" Brigitta held onto Yara's two shoulders.

Frey took a breath looking at Yara expressionlessly. "Take him back to the room."

Brigitta quickly nodded her head. "Good sir."

After saying that, Frey stepped towards his study.

"What's this about? why did that man become my husband? can that man change?" Yara's words were barely audible.

"Miss, are you okay?" Ask Brigitta again.

"Who's Brigitta's mother?"

"Huh? you mean?"

"That guy? who the hell is he?" Yara asked with a confused look.

"You mean Mr Miles?"

Yara nodded quickly with a tense face. "Yes. Who's she?"

"Mr Miles is the owner of this house." Brigitta replied innocently.

Yara shakes. "Not that.not that I mean. Is he a human?"

Hearing that, Brigitta's laughter almost came off. He quickly closed his mouth so that his laughter would not be heard. He had just heard of a demon.

"Is there anything funny?"

"Sorry miss," Brigitta returned to being formal. "There's no demon in this house."

"But..."

"Yes, I know how you feel. Marriage because of matchmaking makes our hearts uncomfortable. Lady Victoria is like that, every word never take a headache....Because of his attitude to the lover of the lord...." Brigitta regained her senses, she shut her mouth. "Sorry..."

Yara scrunched her forehead, "Why with her lover?" Go after Yara trying to find out.

"I'm sorry, miss.I don't think I ever said that. Now you better get back to the room like Mr. Miles ordered."

Yara exhaled heavily and a few seconds later she nodded.

"Let me help." Said Brigitta softly. He held onto Yara's two shoulders and led her along. Brigitta opened the door for Yara and brought her back into the room.

Yara sat on the edge of the mattress and just quietly stared out the window with a blank look. He still doesn't understand all this. Why on the wedding day Frey replaced himself with someone else. Yara's thoughts were really mixed at this moment.

"Everything's gonna be okay, miss."

Yara smiled softly. "Thank you, Brigitta."

Brigitta nodded with a smile. "Then I stay, miss."

Yara nodded slowly. Brigitta left the room. As the door closed, Yara took in her heavy breath. Suddenly he remembered his parents.

"Mom, dad...how are you?" He said quietly with a sad look.

SERIATE.....

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