Second Wife Successor Mr. Zain

Chapters 2. The Substitute Bride

In the largest luxury hotel in the city, precisely in one of the spacious VVIP ballroom with grandeur that is presented in every corner of the room. A fancy party is going on.

Although the host only invited his business associates, but the room was already full of invited guests even an hour before the event began. Most of them come from the upper class and are important people.

Although this is his second marriage, Zain Malik Ibrahim still prepares a luxurious party for his future wife.

Elsewhere, in a persistent suite room, a man in a white-silver tuxedo suit complete with a black bow tie coiled around his neck stands with a face-face look holding back emotion.

"Hurry up and find that woman!" he shouted out loud.

Everyone in the room lowered their heads and were frightened to face their master who was burning with anger.

"Well, sir," said Barra the assistant, only he seemed calm in the face of the anger of their master.

Barra turned her body to face her men. "Quick! Wait what else? What is less clear what the young master ordered!"

Everyone nodded respectfully. One by one his men left the room to carry out the orders of his master, leaving Barra alone with his young master.

"Ck. How dare that woman make such a mess at my party!" unfortunately, then he walked towards the sofa and sat on it.

As for his assistant, faithfully stood in its original place. Waiting for the next commandment from his master.

"Sir, the woman has fled abroad." Barra told his master after he got the information from one of his men.

"Call his parents!"

"Good sir." Barra called someone on her cell phone.

Five minutes later, the door opened, a middle-aged couple entered the room.

"A-you called us, Tu-lord?" The middle-aged man stood in front of Zain with his head lowered, cold sweat drenching his forehead.

"Do you want to play with my family? Huh!" Jerky Zain.

"N-no, Sir."

"Don't you say?" Zain stood up from his seat. "In a few hours the show will start. Then where did your daughter go?"

"Pardon us sir." Please the middle-aged man still with his head bowed.

"Let's see your daughter!" decah Zain.

"But, Sir. My man told me my daughter had gone abroad."

"I don't want to know! This event should go anyway!" Zain walked towards the window. He stood his back to the couple, his eyes staring at the flickering view of the city lights below.

"Master, sorry if I was presumptuous. But we still have a daughter." The middle-aged woman glanced at her husband. "If you're willing, she can replace her bride."

"Whatever you're gonna do. I don't want this show to fail and embarrass my family."

...*****...

30 Minutes later, Zain stood on the stage of a wedding that had been designed so luxurious. With a strict escort of his people who had been scattered around every corner.

The man looks handsome and handsome. The cold face with its firm jaw, further adds to the value of the perfection of God's creation.

The main door opened, all the eyes that were in the room especially the eyes of the men, not even blinking in the slightest as the bride entered the ballroom by walking very gracefully beside her father.

The men even had to swallow her saliva when they saw so beautiful and sexy the bride. With a long-sleeved wedding dress with an open chest model exposing part of her upper body exposing her cleavage. The collarbone and the opening of his neck were also the eyes of the men.

One person who is not disturbed will treat the sight. Zain just stared intently at his bride-to-be. In fact, he was disgusted to think that the woman deliberately wanted to show off her body in front of everyone.

Zahwa was increasingly uncomfortable with the hungry look of the men. Just this time he was wearing an open shirt, even very open to him.

Arriving at Zahwa in front of him, Zain reached out his hand to grab Zahwa's hand which was just silently silent with his pale face.

Throughout the event Zahwa was silent, not knowing what to do. No one he knew except his father and mother. He just followed behind Zain who was busy greeting the invited guests.

The lavish wedding of the two young men dubbed 'The King of Business' ended perfectly with a song sung by one of Asia's top artists.

Zahwa saw a bright brown-haired beautiful woman in luxurious clothes open and looking very sexy walking towards him. The woman stopped right in front of Zahwa.

"Come, follow me!" said the woman coldly and without expression on her face.

"Where is Clarisa taking me?" asked Zahwa confused, he had met his first wife.

"Mansion. Don't you want to go home?"

"But i-it ...." Zahwa looked around looking for her husband.

"Zain is not coming home with us" said Clarisa, who understood that Zahwa was looking for her husband.

Zahwa knitted his brows. "Where did Mr Zain go?"

"You don't need to know, and don't try to find out about Zain if you don't want to get hurt" Clarisa said.

Zahwa followed Clarisa outside the building and got into a luxury car that had been waiting for their arrival at the lobby door.

"Road, Sir!" clarisa's orders to the driver.

Their car walked outside the hotel followed by several black cars escorting them. Cars drove through the silence of the night city streets.

An hour later their car entered a quiet street, with only trees growing shady on the left-right.

Zahwa shuddered in horror at the sight outside. "Sir, where are we going? why go into the woods?"

"If you want to go to the Mansion, we have to go through this road" Clarisa said without taking her eyes off the phone screen in her hands.

"But this is scary, Ma'am. Is there no other way?"

"Hmm, unfortunately not."

After ten minutes of their car passing through a street that looks more like the forest, Zahwa's eyes saw a large three-story building that is so magnificent in modern style standing firmly in front of him.

Many bodyguards stood guard in every corner of the house, some female servants lined up neatly welcoming their arrival.

“Welcome, Mistress.” All the servants greeted them.

Clarisa takes Zahwa to her room. "Your room is here, and my room is across from there." Clarisa pointed to the right side of the house.

Zahwa's room is on the left second floor, while Clarisa's room is far across from the right.

"Come in! I'm tired of wanting to rest right away. Don't ever find out more about Zain, remember that!" remember Clarisa before leaving Zahwa alone.

Zahwa nodded and entered his room, a word that Zahwa wanted to say. "Wow, it's beautiful."

Zahwa did not believe what he saw before his eyes, a very spacious and luxurious room complete with all kinds of luxury equipment.

In his old home, Zahwa slept in a narrow barn that he had conjured into a room that he deserved to occupy.

After cleansing his body, Zahwa laid his body on the bed. Feel comfortable making Zahwa lulled and asleep with the bathrobe that is still attached to his body.

Elsewhere at the same time, Zain sat down to enjoy the drink available in front of him. The music performed by the Dj did not bother him at all. Several women in sexy clothes were vying to get close to him. Hope to get a glance from the young master.