Getting Stuck With A Fake Husband

VERACITY

💌 ENTANGLED WITH FAKE HUSBAND 💌

 

🍀 HAPPY READING 🍀

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FREY MILES'S.

After Yara had fallen asleep, Frey stepped out of her room and into her study with a bottle of whiskey to accompany her tonight. Frey needs time to calm her mind before telling Yara the truth.

Frey walked towards the balcony. His eyes glared through the furthest gaze in this corner of the city. His gaze was empty, the cold air pierced his skin. The bright sky decorated with scattered stars accompanied the dashing king of the night and shining brightly scattered the glittering light unable to illuminate his heart. Even make his heart feel pierced by a thousand sembilu. Grief, sorrow and pain. The pain of his wavering soul was unfathomable. His daydreams began to cloud with the blank look of his eyes. At the moment Frey is completely helpless. It is impossible to keep this matter a secret. One day Yara will know this.

But, how should he explain to Yara. Frey looked up. He repeatedly took a quick breath. But what he got was just a callousness. Frey was silent for a moment, pondering with his head lowered. Then he looked up again. He didn't know what to do, at the moment Frey is really frustrated. His grudge to the Wyanet family seemed to be lost in the earth. All that remains is deep sadness and concern.

Frey took the drink he had brought. He looked back at the trees on each side of the road, twirling his glass. Eliciting the sound of ice cubes that collide with the glass wall. Frey's emotions a month ago bear silent witness to the passing of Yara's parents in her hands. Frey was completely self-absorbed when he learned of information from one of his men, that Yara's father had also been fond of Victoria. Revenge to be paid.

FLASH BACK ON.

Footsteps that collided with the cold floor made a couple who were in a state of fear. Frey stiffened his jaw with a pair of eagle eyes fixed on a married couple who were none other than Yara's parents. His flat face's sharpness implied an unstoppable fury. His position was now facing Erland and Renata who were bound by chains. One single sofa textured brown leather provided his men. Frey sat on the couch with both times crossed. The elbows he placed on the sofa hand as if the tissue rubbed his chin. Frey's sitting posture shows he's a powerful man.

"Aaarrggggg! Who exactly are you guys? I've never dealt with a gang of thugs like you!" Erland was so angry that they were suddenly kidnapped and tied up.

Frey smiled obliquely hearing the mockery aimed at him. "You don't know me?"

"Whoever you are, I don't care! Now let go of my wife. You don't see, he's been in a lot of pain."

"What about me? You never think about how sick this is...." Frey patted his chest. "My heart harbors a lot of grief after my father's gone for good."

Erland frowned. "What do you mean?"

"I think you know Miles?"

"Miles?????" erland's face changed.

Frey again smiled in anguish when he saw Erland's shock. "I don't need to explain who Miles is anymore. But all you need to know is that I've been figuring out about your life for a long time. The bankruptcy of the Wyanet company is part of my plan to destroy Wyanet."

The deg!

The couple looked at each other in shock. "Who-why?"

"So I brought you here to account for all your deeds Erland."

"You misunderstood. Miles' corporate information problem I never divulged it and..."

"You think I'd believe that? Everything you do I know. From you liking Victoria. I know." said Frey in a slow but piercing tone.

Hearing that Renata was so shocked, she looked at her husband to confirm what he heard. Erland nodded quickly. He convinced his wife with his body gesture that what Frey said was not true.

"Victoria set me up. I never dated your mother!"

"CLOSED YOUR MOUTH!"

Dor's!

One hot lead pierced through Erland's stomach. At the sound of Renata's gunfire screaming hysterically. She was crying in fear. Her tears immediately fell down her cheeks.

"Please don't hurt my husband!" Renata begs. His body immediately shivered in shock.

Erland whimpered in pain. "I never killed your father. I was just doing it..."

Frey approached and crouched down to be on par with Erland. He clutched Erland's jaw. Erland felt quite intense pain plus the gunshot wound further rendered him helpless.

"I told you I don't need your explanation anymore. I've had enough evidence to make you accept the consequences of all your actions." Frey's teeth rubbed against each other holding back his anger.

"At least I want to tell you the truth young man, you don't know how I fought to save Miles' company and...."

Erland had not finished continuing her sentence. Frey is overcome with emotion. He gave punches and kicks like an athlete training with a samsak and Erland just roared in pain. While Renata shook his head with a cry for help. But no one listened to him.

"Please don't hurt Erland." Shouted Renata with tears that continued to break.

Frey doesn't care. This time he was determined to finish Erland off.

"But I'm not involved in that. I beg you to pity me. My wife is pregnant and Yara will have a sister. At least pity us. Yara also still needs us." pinta Erland pleaded.

"Don't.don't I beg you." said Erland shook his head and Renata cried in fear.

Frey smiled sinisterly, his eyes radiating a sharp look. He slowly raised his hand and pointed his gun right at the man's chest, with a demonic grin he pulled the trigger. And....

DOR ...

Two shots made it out perfectly, nestled right in the man's heart and passed to the woman's chest. Seeing Renata still moving. Frey again pointed his gun and heard a gunshot that made Frey smile with satisfaction. And he's headed back to Erland. Right on target right about his heart and head. He finally avenged his revenge on the Wyanet family.

"Go to hell. I will tell your beloved daughter to accept your death sincerely" Frey said with her demonic gaze.

After saying that, Frey walked out of the room followed by his men. I really don't know what got into Frey that night.

A FEW DAYS AFTER THAT INCIDENT.

GECK....GECK...GEEK...!

James knocked on the door and entered Frey's room. As soon as he saw the door rang and moved. Frey immediately looked up from his busy life. He saw James step in. As usual there was only a thin smile review engraved on his face.

James stood right in front of him and immediately bowed his body. "Good afternoon sir,"

"Ehmm."

"Sir is something I want to say."

"What's that?" Frey said without looking at James.

"It's about Mr. Wyanet."

Frey takes a short breath by bending his elbows, folding his hands on the table. Now his face and gaze focused on James. "Isn't the problem over? Why did you find out again."

"I'm sorry sir. But someone came to see me. He's a security man who worked at Miles' company."

"What did he say?" asked Frey expressionlessly.

James advanced slowly and slightly lowered his head before Frey. "He said that Mr. Miles and Mr. Wyanet were quite close. There are some album photos he gave me." James went ahead and took a photo of the album that James had given him. Frey flipped through the album.

"I'm sorry sir. I also found out for myself that Mr. Wyanet was actually framed."

Frey's hand stopped immediately as he flipped through some of the photos in his hand. His hands clenched tightly until his handbooks looked white.

"What do you mean?" Frey raised his face, his forehead wrinkled deeply.

"This is some video that says Mr. Wyanet was framed." James gave the flash to Frey.

Frey's face stiffened. He was so shocked. "Now you can get out!" Frey said in his lowest voice.

"Okay sir,"

James turned his body and rushed out of the room.

"James," Call Frey to stop James.

"Yes, sir!" James turned his back and faced Frey again.

"I don't want Yara to know about her parents' deaths."

"Good, master!" James replied quickly. He bowed to pay his respects, and James left the room.

After James' departure, he checked the flash that James had given him. Frey rubbed his face violently. He tries to control his feelings. Over and over again Frey had to exhale his stammering breath. As if carbon dioxide were stuck in the chest.

"How should I say all this to Yara. Should I pretend not to know about Erland and Renata's death?"

Aaaahhhhhhh

Frey tries to breathe and tries to understand. His heart was broken, torn and even broken. He covered his face with his hands. He was still in a closed position, trying to suppress all his feelings. Only Yara's face flashed across her.

SERIATE.....

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