HAREM THE RULER

CHAPTER 18

Angela left by Lazarus, still lying limp. His mind continued to be prejudiced, Lazarus enjoyed it so much just now but now his attitude was cold back to him. He tried to re-digest Lazarus attitude to him during marriage, indeed a lot of oddities.

Angela was still troubled by her thoughts as Lazarus came out of the bathroom. His plain lower body was just wrapped around a towel that could not cover his muscular calves, his wet hair covering part of his eyes seemed messy but looked very fresh. Lazarus' burly upper body tempted him to touch it, and Lazarus' stomach invited him to eat it, looking like his favorite ripped bread, was very tempting.

Ever since he married he never liked Lazarus, the great scenery like now he never wanted to see. Back then when he saw it seemed ordinary, just serving Lazarus in bed according to his obligations as a wife. But why now did she even want to forcefully pull this sexy body of the man before her and fuck her back?

You're crazy Angela! Sleeping you say! Hey since when did your brain turn perverted! Nagging himself.

Lazarus was unaware of his wife's perverted thoughts, he approached Angela in bed, able to see both eyes of Angela who admired him. In his heart he felt unusually happy, but reality was not as beautiful as he wanted. Rethinking her father's threats and all the dangers if Angela keeps up with him. His power and power could not defeat all his enemies. Lazarus breathed his heavy breath.

Lazarus walked up to the wardrobe, took the robe and threw it at his wife from afar, not wanting them to be close together. "Hand, after that we talk again. Just talk! Don't try to do anything else, "emphasizing his words, he's afraid that his body won't go back to his mind.

Angela complied, picking up the robe with one hand and the other hand holding the white sheets wrapped around her plain body. He got off the bed, stood up and approached Lazarus still with his adoring eyes.

Lazarus regressed his body as his wife approached him, a feeling of nervousness and insecurity approaching him. In her life Angela was the only person who could make her what she is now. "Angela! I warned you away! If you don't want me to hurt you again!"

Angela's steps stopped, looking into Lazarus's eyes. "You want to hurt me, like yesterday? Didn't you do it out of jealousy? Isn't it because you love me?" Angela's fishing rod back.

Lazarus won't be lured a second time. "Jealous? You know my character Angela! You've seen it all this time, haven't you? I am Lazarus, whatever I want to have I must have, if anyone touches my property I will destroy it or throw it away. You're just like my stuff, you've been touched by another man, wasn't it appropriate yesterday I got angry and threw you away."

"Now go! Cleanse your body!" Lazarus quickly walked into the wardrobe and picked up a pair of clothes for himself then walked out of the bedroom in a hurry to not want to be helped again.

Hearing Lazarus' cruel words, made his heart once again feel pain. Though his common sense told him what Lazarus said to him did not seem to be the truth.

Angela took a deep breath, thinking about everything made her head hurt. He finally dragged his body into the bathroom.

Lazarus presses the home phone button on the desk, instructing Albert to have Greta bring a set of clothes for Angela from his upstairs room and orders a cup of coffee and warm milk for his wife.

Lazarus rushed to put on his clothes, waiting for Angela with a mature mind, he would not be trapped again.

Tok tok...

"Lake in!"

Greta and a waiter came in, the waiter walked up to the sofa table and put one glass at a time in his hand.

Greta walked up to Lazarus at his desk. "Master, Madam's clothes."

"Let's bring it inside, just keep it there."

Without asking much Greta went into the bedroom of her Master, put her Nyonya clothes on and went back out.

When Greta came out, she saw that the servant who had entered with her had left, and she withdrew.

Lazarus checked the watch on his wrist, he's been waiting for his wife for almost an hour. Worried about anything happening for too long, he got up from his seat wanting to check it out, just as his wife was leaving the room.

"Sit on the couch, the milk is cold. You want me to order you to make some new warm milk?" ask Lazarus.

"No, we'd better get this thing fixed quickly." Angela walked over to the couch, landed her body there.

Lazarus carries the divorce papers he has signed in his hand, bringing them before Angela. "Here, sign it. The first deal you've made. I also kept my promise to divorce you" Lazarus said as he sat on the sofa opposite his wife. Crossing his legs, as if relaxed.

Angela took the divorce papers lying on the table, reading all the terms of their agreement both of them in it. "You said if I objected to her terms, you wouldn't divorce me even if I was pregnant with another boy. Are your words still going on? I don't want a divorce now... "Angela throws back the divorce papers in her hands to the table.

Lazarus looked in Angela, thinking of his wife's words. "No! My words before have not happened. First, now I'm the one who really wants a divorce from you. Wh why? Because I had to obey my father's orders to remarry a woman of his choice. Not only that, I needed my second marriage to expand my business. You know my new wife-to-be is an heir with an abundant source of wealth. You know my character, money is everything to me."

"Second, if you insist on not wanting a divorce. All right. but there are additional conditions. You dump the child in your womb with another man and I'll keep remarrying and bring my second wife here. You two have to coexist, are you willing?" the fact that he told all this to his wife made Lazarus suffer and his heart was broken.

Angela stared in disbelief at the man in front of her who was still her husband. How easily and how easily all these words came out of his mouth. He could no longer hold back his emotions and did not want to hear more of Lazarus' words to him.

Angela took the divorce papers and signed them. "Lazarus was in the car you asked me, am I going to regret it? My answer is no! Now I'm gonna ask you, aren't you gonna regret it?" Angela just threw the question without wanting to hear the answer. He pulled his body, standing up from his seat. Staring at Lazarus for the last time and stepping his feet out of the room with no desire turned back.

After the door closed, Angela's last words still lingered in her mind. "Repent? I'm definitely sorry, regretting all the suffering that happened to you. But now that I understand, forcing you to marry me to harm you I have no regrets, because your presence in my life and also the presence of our son in your womb is the only one I have never regretted now. Angela... "

Angela did not want to linger anymore, she immediately asked Greta to convey her words to Lazarus that she would leave later that night. Lazarus.

About two hours away, Angela finally arrived at her home first while with her Mom and Dad. He opened the door and pushed the door.

Before entering Angela looked at the milk mother Lazarus was coming with her. Seeing his kindness, he agrees when Greta tells Lazarus' milk mother that she will accompany him in the house he lives in from now on.

"Mother Anna, let's go in" he took Lazarus' milk mother's arm, Anna.

Anna smiled, following Angela's step into the house. "Son, this is your home from childhood?" tanyanya while walking around looking at the contents of the room.

"Yes ma'am, my room used to be upstairs but since I'm pregnant now it looks like I'm going to stay in the lower room. You choose the room you like, there are two rooms upstairs and three rooms downstairs."

"Well, I'll look upstairs first." Anna climbed one by one the stairs up. Looking down the stairs to check on Angela, Angela was talking to Lazarus Albert. Anna smiled viciously and then stepped into one of the rooms and closed the door.

Anna picks up the foldable phone she tied inside her stockings, turns it on and presses one of the buttons. Closer the phone to his ear, waiting for the line to connect. "Crack the stone with blood" came the code from across the phone, indicating the phone was not misaddressed.

"Blood is avenged, life is paid for life" he replied. He kept talking on the phone, occasionally listening to his next orders.

Anna ended her phone and smiled viciously. "You should be grateful that Lazarus, the child Angela is carrying now is not your son. If she carries your child, I will kill your son a second time. Don't blame me! Blame your father for killing the child I gave birth to, his own flesh and blood! Just because I'm a waiter! I must accept everything even with the heart of your father telling me to breastfeed you! If it wasn't for the promise of the second Madam who would avenge me, when you were a baby, I would've killed you! My poor son, soon dear, I will destroy all that belongs to your father Abraham! She'll cry blood soon, haha... "

Anna laughed in satisfaction, her eyes cruel and sane. The pain in his heart had already cut through his soul.