My Secret Life's

Chapter 164: Memories like a Plunge Screen

"Have you looked at me lovingly all this time? No. gabe. Have you ever given a genuine smile other than a charade? No. gabe. Everyone sees our marriage as good and harmonious. But who saw the wound in this room and my heart? I've received all your treatment all along. But not with your love obsession."

The woman consciously tore the bright red lingerie that covered her body. Now there are some chest scars and also some hidden places. Every wound on his body had a bitter story. And over the years, he survived for the wholeness of his family.

"I'll call someone. He can understand my creaking."

A very chaotic appearance, by changing one other nightgown. The woman's hand grabbed the phone on the nightstand. A number that is still anonymous on the dial. No tones connected, several times he tried. But there is no connected tone. His face was worried, a sense of tightness and worry permeated into his heart. By trying the other number, a sigh sounded. "Hello. Where's Abhi? Why is it so hard to contact my son? Leo! You hear me?"

[Sorry madam, boss Abhi is still on a business trip. The place is indeed secluded, is everything okay?]

"May Abhi come home soon! Something's important."

[Every mistress. Is there any more?]

"Is Asfa with Abhi? Or is Asfa home?"

[Queen is still doing emergency work. The two separated due to work. That's all I can say.]

"All right.Thank you."

[Sama-sama madam.]

The call ended and the woman standing in front of the window clasped her smartphone, shedding tears. If God gave her a chance, she would have chosen to live with Abhi without a husband. It all happened, and it cannot happen again. "Mother misses you son, are you willing to accept the reality of your life? Should I be honest with Abhi? What if the harsh reality backfired for my son? Strengthen me Lord, that I may see my husband love another woman."

Mother Aliya hugged her arms, letting the breeze of the night pass through the recesses of her heart. A night without a moon bears witness to his solitude. Memories of his past play out in the clouds like a stamped screen in the countryside.

A few years ago, a model with its simplicity was on the rise. Aliya's beauty is natural, who would have thought. If his face backfires for his normal life. That model is Aliya. Many admirers as well as co-workers are interested in her appearance and kindness. However, it all ended when that fateful night happened.

The night when he accidentally helps a man in the middle of the road. Handsome face with a bule face. Looks mature and also firm, just that his condition at the time was not good. The handsome man was entering with some wounds on the face, Aliya's heart was moved to help and bring the man to his minimalist home

There was no wind or rain. The dark night witnesses a bule man with half consciousness forcing himself to serve the man.

"Lord rest. Your wounds have been treated." said Aliya gently and took a bowl of water mixed with antiseptic.

Movement Aliya held hands burly man lying on the sofa, Aliya back to sit. "What's up, sir?"

"Help me into the bathroom" the man replied in a heavy voice.

"Okay, come." Aliya helped the man by breaking him into a room, a small house that had one bathroom and it was her first hard-earned model in months.

Patiently Aliya waited for the man outside the bathroom door, her heart anxious and afraid that something might happen.

The door opened and the man came out of the bathroom, Aliya swiftly returned to the man. However, the man's hand clasped onto Aliya's waist tightly. Aliya tried to let go of the man's hand, but in vain. "Sir, what are you doing?"

"What's my fault? Why are you rejecting me? Look I can be like that jerk. I can make you happy, Iska I love you so much. You're mine. Only mine!" the man hugged Aliya tighter.

"Lord be aware. Effm…"

The silence on Aliya's lips further made Aliya's chest rumble, her rebellion incomparable to the strength of the man in front of her. The longer the man's touch spread throughout the area, Aliya's hands locked after the rebellion. His strength was not comparable, until the man violently slammed Aliya's body into the mattress.

"Hiks.. Hix.. Hix.. Master, don't. I beg you." said Aliya and crept backwards.

"Arrghh. Noble sir.." exclaimed Aliya because her legs were pulled and immediately overstretched by the man's burly body.

"Choose up! I'll slow down, baby. With this, you become mine completely. Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. I just love you no other." whispered the man made Aliya shut up.

His body was stained without touch, the man was drunk and in despair. Even with the heart of the man tied Aliya's hands and feet. After stripping Aliya of her clothes, and her own body. With passionate desire, the man explored every inch of Aliya's body. Giving a stamp of possession and enjoying Aliya's hysterical scream. Until the crown of a woman belonging to Aliya was destroyed was snatched by the man she helped sincerely.

Aliya's screams seemed to be the music of the accompaniment of the man's insanity that controlled his innocent body. A night full of tears and wounds imprinted on the soul, the night was missed with a faint crumble of the whole body and soul. Either lucky or doomed, the next morning. The man who claimed to be the son of a famous businessman was ready to take responsibility, and Aliya decided to accept without finding out who and what kind of man who forcibly seized his honor.

If that night I hadn't helped a monster like you Mahendra, maybe my life would have been different. But if it wasn't for that night. I don't have a son like Abhi. All this time I've survived for my son, can I survive longer? This pain is not worth my son's happiness. Hold on for a while Aliya. ~ inner Aliya and move places, laying her tired body on a cold bed.

Geck!

Geck!

Geck!

The sound of knocking on the door made Aliya take one pillow and cover her ears. Tonight he wanted to be alone, his body and soul were too tired to argue let alone serve a monster. While outside the door, a woman with a tray in her hand felt anxious. His footsteps away from the main room, unwittingly by him the house where he works has a secret behind the secret.

"Ekhem! Why returned? Where's madam?" ask Mahendra gently.

The aunt who heard the reprimand of her great master stopped and faced Mr. Mahendra. "Mrs seems to be resting, sir. Excuse me, sir."

Without answering, Mr. Mahendra returned to his study. For her right now it was not the woman in the main room that mattered, but the woman in the secret room that was her priority. His madness and obsession for love had become ingrained. Turning the mini liberty statue on the table, the lower secret door opened and its steps re-entered the room where Iska was.

"Great dream baby. I'll take you somewhere, and I guarantee you'll like it. Good night Iska." whispered Mr. Mahendra in Iska's ear.

After a heated struggle with coercion techniques, Iska fell asleep due to fatigue and drugs that he injected. Now that his eyes were distracted on a computer screen, some behind-the-scenes effort continued to soar, making his wealth grow and more. A smile of satisfaction came out and now the next plan could begin.

I think it's time to make a shake. Love is in my hands and my treasure is more than enough. Eventually all my dreams will be achieved. And my main target is you jerk! Luxifer.~ Mahendra's inner self by clenching his hands until his nails turn white.