Revenge My Stepbrother

I'm not a paid woman.

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"Later I'll be here again to deliver the payment for the service, you" Devan said before leaving the room.

After Devan's departure from his room. Zizi again cried to feel pain in the groin due to Devan's actions, and also heartache has been abused by her own husband. Not to mention Devan's threats that forbid her from getting pregnant. Somehow the man's mind always enjoyed Zizi's body but he hated it.

"Hick...Hick...! I'm not a paid woman. Why are you treating me like this. If you ask me carefully I will give you the right, you. However, this is not the way." wailed the girl while picking up her clothes that were scattered on the floor in a formless state.

He had to go to the bathroom to clean himself up. Not because he followed Devan's orders. But indeed from this morning he had not taken a shower, plus the activities all day. So it was clear his body was getting sticky by sweat.

Under the shower. Zizi spilled all his sorrow. Hopefully after that he can forget the events that have just happened in his nature. How could Devan equate her like a comfort woman.

But obviously a little bit of it must be related to Fiona. Devan said that Fiona told me everything. Zizi has done nothing wrong. I don't know what Fiona said.

Another Zizi then another one that Devan felt. The man laughed himself because he felt he had avenged the heartache felt by his late mother first.

"Mothers... Is it now that you're satisfied to see I managed to hurt the daughter of the woman who had taken you. I'm going to drive that woman crazy after I'm satisfied toying with her, ma'am" Devan told his mother's photo.

Though in his own heart is not sure of his words that will make his wife crazy. What's more after she remembers Zizi's remark saying if her body was only for her husband. Even Zizi bravely slapped her cheek because she had already accused the girl of selling her body.

"Fuck, lady policy *** ***! How dare he slap, me. I wonder when you can hold on. Let's start the little girl's game." Devan smiled meaningfully. I don't know what he's planning to do to hurt his wife again.

After twelve o'clock in the evening Devan completely kept his promise that he would return to Zizi's room to deliver the payment for the girl.

Chequek...

Devan opens the door with a spare key on him. As soon as the door opened he saw Zizi sitting, but his head was placed between his own knees. There was also a sobbing sound of the girl, although it was not very clear. Devan thought his wife was sleeping.

"Here, you keep the card. But you can only use the money when it serves me like tonight, and your tariff, I pay ten times. I guess if you're not greedy for money. Then the money will be enough to pay for college, you." said Devan threw a black card next to Zizi.

Let alone taking that card. Just get Zizi won't. Although, he needed money for his tuition fees. However, the girl is determined not to receive a dime of the money Devan gave her. Even though it was her right to serve her husband.

Seeing Zizi not taking the card he threw. Devan twisted his body and wanted to get out of there. He thought the girl was just selling expensively.

"You just bring this card, Mr. Devan. I don't need a penny of money from you. If you want service then just come to my room. An******* like I deserve this."

Degs....

Hearing Zizi's words his chest was like a big rock. However, it cannot be seen by the eyes.

"I don't think you're getting any satisfaction out of that, from your two-faced lover. So it still forces a maid like me to channel your passion." seeing Devan stop at her place made Zizi again convey what she knew about her husband's lover.

"So, what a greeting, you! Otherwise, I'd be rude to you Zivanna Lois." sergeant Devan doesn't like Zizi to carry Fiona's name. Especially if his best friend is two-faced.

"Let's do it! He is two-faced. If she's a nice girl then she won't want to stay in the house of a married man and slander me who isn't-bus---"

Plaaac....

Only then did he leave there by slamming the door. Tonight Devan was really upset by the courage of Zizi who suddenly always denied his words.

"Agkk!" Devan slammed whatever was on his desk. Yeah, after slapping his wife. Devan headed straight to the workspace to get busy with himself. However, not her can work but there she's getting screwed.

"Suck!"

Praaaan...

The glass flower pot that was in the room also became Devan's impingement. But still his resentment, hate and guilt did not go away.

"If Devan is what's wrong with you?" devan told himself. She should have been happy after taking revenge on the girl she had found guilty, because the girl was the daughter of Ellena's mother.

In a chaotic room Devan spills his body over the sofa while twitching his pained temple. So Devan did not realize that he had slept there until morning. Things he never did since childhood.

Exposed to the morning sunlight entering through the window. The man opened his eyes. Then he got up slowly and saw that his study was like a broken ship. However, the man did not bother him to leave from there in a hurry to immediately clean his body.

After he finished getting ready he went to the woman's room that last night he tormented her birth and mind. But as soon as he wanted to open the door Devan instead undo his intentions and lean his body on the wall with one hand put in his pants pocket.

"What am I gonna say?" ask her confusedly.

"Young master!" greet Aunt Marta politely. Although he wanted to ask why his Master was silent on the wall like the crowd thought yet he did not dare to ask.

"Aunt Marta. Where's aunt going?" said Devan was standing as usual and asked the middle-aged woman who happened to pass in front of Zizi's room.

"I'm sorry I've taken you by surprise, sir. I want to see the waiter cleaning the room on the other end." replied the woman pointing to the room where Devan plays music when he has free time.

"Hm, can you please call the girl. Tell him to come out" Devan said, not mentioning Zizi by name.

Aunt Marta who knows if the girl in question is her young Miss, just shut up. To wait for his young master to finish speaking first.

"Why, Bi?" exclaim Devan saw Aunt Marta was just silent.

"Sorry, Sir. If the girl you are referring to is Miss Zizi. He was gone from half an hour ago." Aunt Marta replied slightly smiling as she knew that her young master had been surprised to hear her reply.

"Jam--' Eh, I don't mean, has he finished his work in this house? Why did he leave so early?" devan asked confused to ask what else, as a result of that question he asked.

"Miss has already finished all her work long before the servant here wakes up, sir. He left early in the morning because he wanted to ride an ojek that drove workers in the complex area." explained Aunt Marta as it is. There was nothing the woman was hiding.

"A--doesn't he have breakfast first?" doubtful Devan kept asking.

"No, sir. If I don't insist on bringing the supplies I made. Miss has never eaten in this house again, since she was taken care of before the master left that time." the woman uttered it with sadness.

"Why doesn't he ever eat in this house again?"

"Come, Master. Miss just said she didn't want to eat, food when it wasn't her right." Aunt Marta again conveyed what was the reason Zizi never wanted to eat in the luxury house again.

Degs.....