Married With Mr. Mafia

Debt girl

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Plaque!!!

The sound of a slap rang out in the ear of Gisha, the 24-year-old girl receiving a slap from her stepfather. Someone who should take over the responsibility of his biological father, to love him, protect and make him happy. In fact no, the man claiming to be Gisha's stepfather had just slapped her so hard.

Not only the slap marks are painted on the white face of Gisha, a little blood also came out because it was exposed to the ring that his stepfather wore.

"You dare to refuse? After everything you dare to refuse?! How dare you come back here! This is no longer your home! You're married to Gisha! Go back to your husband's house!"

The man's voice boomed, not only did it hurt Gisha's ears, it also hurt the girl's feelings.

"Son, get back in there, that's your house. Not here anymore, kid, go home, you're married."

Ls it? If this woman who claims to be a biological mother talks that softly to Gisha, trying to give understanding? Does he think the heartache that Gisha feels will just disappear and fade away?

Though Gisha is the one who suffers here, Gisha is the victim, but Gisha is the one who was forced to marry in order to redeem the debts of her stepfather. But the real mother said so?

Gisha was forced to marry William Joy Moran, the son of a wealthy man who was physically weak, sometimes mentally disturbed as well. This was all to make up for the debts of her mother's husband who had no blood relation whatsoever to Gisha.

"Home? Gisha's sister's house is here! Mama, don't be weird! I have a mother's husband's debt! Why does Gisha have to pay! So don't be joking!"

Rendi straightened her body, standing in front of Gisha who had been silent with all the wounds she was trying to heal. Rendi put up the body, as the protector of her now fragile sister, 16-year-old Rendi is ready to receive all slaps for her brother. As a younger brother, he felt responsible for his older brother after his father's death.

"Rendi, get into the room! Now!" The loud voice of the mother let out, yelling at the child who was fighting for the older brother.

"What do you think is Gisha's responsibility?" Her voice was raucous, she was weak, Gisha did not even dare to look her in the eyes. Not because of fear, Gisha just does not want to be disappointed, if you know the honesty of the eyes of the mother, if it turns out that the mother loves her stepfather more than she is the biological daughter, has a strong blood bond, it should.

"But you're the only one who can pay off our family's debts, son." A soft voice, like the mother giving understanding to the child asking for toys.

"But it's not our family's debt Ma, it's your husband's debt! Why would Gisha pay it off? Why is Gisha even responsible."

"Color him it's your papa son!"

"He's not Papa Gisha! Papa Gisha is gone, Ma! He's not Papa Gisha!"

"Gisha!!! What a hard thing is that you stay! You are also married to a rich man! You can also eat well, sleep easy, have a luxurious house, son-in-law of the rich and famous family! What's so hard about staying married! Even if your husband is disabled, his property is not deformed! You can still enjoy the treasure!"

Gisha looked at the mother in disbelief, it felt like the middle-aged woman in front of him was completely foreign. She is not a mother Gisha knows, she is not a gentle woman who is always there when Gisha is weak, she is not a woman who strengthens when Gisha is fragile, she's not the same woman who was carrying drugs when Gisha got hurt. Her mother had completely changed since marrying that man.

The wound he felt could not be described, the tightness in the chest that Gisha could not bear. Being injured is not enough to explain Gisha's current mental state.

How does Gisha need to be confident again? The mother had already explained how precious Gisha was to her. Just a debt-ridden girl.

Unexplained disappointment, pain that is difficult for others to understand.

Just incredible! It seems like not only her mentally disabled husband, it seems Gisha will also catch up with her, depressed because she can't stand all this stuff.

"So, in the eyes of mama, Gisha is just a means of paying off debt? That's incredible!"

Pain, tightness, as if millions of needles came directly piercing his heart, the longer it hurt. As the saying goes, disappointment only comes from those we love. This time, Gisha really understood that.

"But, Ma, Ka-"

"Excuse me, looks like young Madame Moran who just married Mr William is back here?" The resolute voice of the man in the neat black uniform cut out Rendi's speech. He had just entered from the door that had been open since Gisha had entered.

"Ah? Lord Fredrin! Forgive my daughter, she is too spoiled, and misses us. Because of that longing he made a mistake! Please forgive him, and please bring him back! Give our apologies to young master William and the Moran family! How else, he loved us so much that he forgot he was married, and came back here!"

The pleasantries, and talkative talk, absurd excuses, everything Bernad took out. A stepfather whose name Gisha hates. Stepfather who ruined his whole life.

"Wounds?" Fredrin, expressionlessly looked at Gisha who was standing down with wounds and blood on her face.

Fredrin was William's right hand man, this expressionless man had been William's aide for a long time.

"Ah, he fell down while walking back."

"But there's a slap in his face, you think I'm blind? I can see it, there's even blood around his face."

"Th-that ...."

"After all, as you say, now the young Madam is the wife of Mr. William, part of the honorable Moran family, you have no right to harm her."

"But this is all kar-"

"I'll forget about it this time, but there's nothing next, please keep that in mind. Put it deeply in your mind, that at this time Mrs Gisha is the Wife of Mr. William Joy Moran. And young Madam, let's come back soon, Mr. William is waiting for you."

"Yes, there's no point in staying here anymore. The debt-relieving girl, must stay by her Master's side, right?"

Self-worth? Which self-esteem does Gisha want to maintain? It seemed like there was no residual self-esteem that Gisha had to guard, everything had been shattered somehow.