Marrying Brondong

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Pain in the past is now re-exposed after the arrival of the ex-lover. That wound should have healed a long time ago. However, it now re-scratched a new wound in his heart.

"What is your relationship with Young Master Bastian?" ask Ragil to know. Hearing the news from his sister makes Ragil half in disbelief if Bee is in a relationship with a man who is clearly younger than him.

"Why?" tanya Bee looked at Ragil full of probing.

"No. You don't know who Young Master Bastian is. I know, I have absolutely no right to interfere in your affairs. But I just wanted to warn you that you have to be careful with her" Ragil explained.

Bee frowned in surprise, staring at Ragil full of question marks. What does this man mean about his husband?

"What do you mean?" bee asked with her cold face. The woman was clearly much changed than she used to be.

"She is_" Ragil instantly fell silent as his brain recalled something.

"He what?" bee asked waiting for Ragil's words to be cut off.

"He is the main heir to the business of Schweinsteiger Group. Besides he also has some access working in the mafia world."

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Bee's blood vessels looked tense on her neck. Although surprised by Ragil's explanation. But his face remained calm as if he had not heard anything surprising.

"Young Master Bastian, the head of the Black Dragon mafia who rules the underworld," Ragil explained again.

Again and again, Bee froze in place. His feelings began to flutter. All this time he had only known Bastian as an annoying and mischievous and spoiled brat. However, Bee does not want to believe her husband is not so. Bastian is a fine man, it is impossible to work in the black world as Ragil says.

"I'm not forcing you to believe, but this is the reality. I know everything because I have a relationship that works with him" explained Ragil again.

Bee stood up from his seat. He looked at Ragil sharply. What does this man mean by telling the identity of his husband? It could have been just Ragil's wits to get close to him.

"Whoever he is none of your business."

After saying so, the beautiful woman sauntered away hanging her bag on the shoulder.

Bee got in his car. For a moment, he took his breath in while with his eyes closed.

"Bas, I believe you're not like that. You're my good graceful husband. You're a bitch but you're not evil. I believe you, Bas. I believe that" Bee said, dismissing all his feelings.

It is undeniable if Ragil's speech earlier made Bee's heart disturbed. What if her husband is really the head of the mafia? What if her husband really works in the black world?

The woman drove her car out of the cafe. Early in the morning his mood had been damaged because of his meeting with Ragil earlier.

"Bas," muttered Bee.

It was like Bee was going to see her husband and ask that question. But Bee doesn't want to break Bastian's spirit. Her husband is in college, Bee does not want to because of his rash self and makes Bastian lost concentration.

"Bas, please don't let me down. You are the man who made me rise from this heartbreak. Please, make me believe that you're my best choice" Bee said.

Arriving at the skyscraper, the woman directly got down from the car. Bee's face looked colder than usual. Today she will replace Bastian and handle all her husband's work with Ruah, the assistant.

"Bee," called Rara from afar while waving her hand.

Bee's steps came to a halt, she faked her smile. He did not want to be discovered by Rara, that he was thinking hard.

"You've been here a long time?" tanya Rara likened her footsteps to Bee's.

"New," Bee replied briefly densely and clearly.

"He went to college" Bee replied.

"You okay, Bee?" rara asked, looking at Bee's face that looked unusual.

"I'm okay," said Bee. Though he had tried to put up a simple face mimic but still can be read by Rara.

"You're not okay. I know that," said Rara. "Bee we've known for a long time, I know that you're in trouble. Say, who knows I can help," said Rara while embracing her best friend's shoulder.

Bee just nodded. He had not been able to tell anyone what was bothering his mind at the moment. Especially with her husband, Bee will discuss this with her husband.

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"How's my wife? Is she okay?" ask a man while sitting in the chair of a dark room covered in dirt.

"Miss is fine, sir. But this morning when he was about to go to the office, Miss met with Mr. Ragil," reported the man.

The man stared at his men sharply. Sighing blood crawled up to his face, indicating that he was emotional upon hearing the news.

"Then?" His eyebrows shot up with his hands clenched firmly. I don't know, he doesn't like his wife being around other guys.

"They seem to be talking about something, sir," replied the man.

"Something what?" ask her curious. He could not guess the nature of his wife who was too mature from him.

"Sorry sir, our men cannot hear what they are talking about. If watching from a close distance, it will automatically cause suspicion. Moreover, Mr. Ragil knows who you are," explained the men.

The man exhaled his coarse breath. He stepped on the cigarette butts that he had smoked earlier.

"Strictly fixed guard my wife. Don't let that jerk see her again. I'm afraid, he's exposed my identity" the man said as he stood up from his seat.

"Okay sir" said the man.

The handsome man looked at the two battered people along with the adorable condition of the face and the hands tied from behind.

"Who told you to?" ask her in a firm voice.

There was no answer, the two men in front of him just looked down in fear. Cold sweat poured down the forehead, a pale face without foundation. Either because of fear of seeing the gaze of the man in front of him or they are preparing themselves to face death.

"Roy," call her.

"Yes Young Master?" The men approached her.

"Give them a lesson, take off her fingernails and her feet. Cut the tongue and cook and make them eat. But don't let them die" he said.

The two people who heard this were terrified. Both of them shook their heads trying to shift their bodies.

"Yes, sir."

The handsome man walked out of the room with a sly smile. He entered into another room that housed his valuables, such as firearms and other tools.

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