Seduced Charm Om Duda

Seduced Charm Om Duda
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Nion hugged Helena, he felt that Helena's stomach was slightly enlarged.


"You pregnant?"Ask Nion.


Helena took off Nion's embrace, while Briyan just stared silently at what Nion was doing to Helena.


Briyan was worried about what he would do next.


"Nion I'm pregnant with Briyan's child, so please let me go with Briyan."Helena.


"Helena I will accept you and your son, but please come back to me."Nion kneels before Helena.


Helena cried as she pleased, her stomach was so nauseous as she got close to Nion.


"Huekkkk huekkk, Nion don't get close to me. I'm sick of being close to you."Helena.


"Even your own son doesn't want to be around you, Nion."Hela murmured in the heart.


Nion took off Helene's grip as she saw Helena's face turning pale.


"Miyano..."Call Helena.


Briyan approached Helena, "Are you nauseous?"Ask Briyan.


Helena nodded her head, Briyan rubbed Helena's stomach. Magically the nausea that Helena felt began to disappear.


"Don't you love Papa Briyan so much? you don't want Mama to go back to Papa Nion dear."Helena murmured in the heart.


Nion shuffled away from Helena Mansion, the man knew who to channel his anger into.


Nion headed to his parents' Mansion, Nion this time was completely unable to forgive his Papa.


"Lad..."Call Nion.


The old man who was sitting in the living room with a cup of tea in his hand, looked up and looked at Nion's face hardened with anger.


"He knows what it looks like."Inner Mr. Hartawan.


"You're back?"Ask Mr. Reporter as if nothing had happened.


Nion metap cynic in men who have been taking care of him for about 25 years.


"Pa... Don't play the part, what Papa's been doing all this time. Papa withheld all my letters to Helena? Papa promised to bless me with Helena, didn't he."Nion.


"I'm sorry for what Papa did, but when you sent Helena a letter. Mr. Remora has betrothed Helena to Briyan the son of Mr. Remora's best friend, Papa doesn't want you to hope for a woman who isn't your match."Said Mr. Reporter.


Nion is desperate to beat up his Papa, if only the letter had reached Helena's hand maybe the engagement wouldn't have happened. He and Helena probably won't be in position right now.


"It's just that Papa was wrong, why don't you let me choose my way of life. Papa was selfish just for the sake of Papa's position to sacrifice my happiness."Nion spoke with a slight raise of his voice.


"I'm sorry Papa Nion, Papa just wants the best for you."Said Mr. Reporter.


It was too late, Nion could only cry over his regret and stupidity.


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Two weeks went by, today was Mark and Micell's wedding day. Both brides have officially become husband and wife after binding a sacred promise before God.


"Congratulations, Micell, you're finally getting married to this widower."Nailla.


"Ah Sister Nailla, the widower is also unsettling."Micell.


Nailla congratulates Micell, who has now become a member of her new family.


Before long now replace Helena and Briyan who congratulate Mark and Micell.


"Micell congratulations yes you finally got married too, hopefully quickly get a baby grandpa."Helena.


Soon Nion arrived, who made the two brides startled.


"Congratulations Micell, may you always be happy with your marriage."Nion.


"Yes Nion thanks."Reply Micell.


Mark who knew that in front of him there was a covert world war, the man who had just released a hundred of his two men approached Briyan and nicknamed.


"You need to prepare to be a widower again, I'm sure Helena will leave behind an ugly widower like you."Whisper Mark.


Briyan was not consumed by Mark's incitement, even Briyan replied to Mark's words.


"If Helena leaves then I'll snatch Micell away from you, and you end up being a lonely widower."Briyan.


"Yakk!! look out for you to approach my wife."Said Mark.


Mark wants to make Briyan emotional but he's wrong instead he's the one now that's emotional.


Helena is now being pulled Micell to the room of one of the hotels that Mark rented for his wedding.


"So Helena, is sister okay?"Ask Micell.


Helena hugged Micell, "What do I have to do with Micell?"Ask Helena.


"Silent sister, don't worry about pitying your sister later."Micell swiped Micell's bronze.


"Micell promise not to tell Nion this is his son."Helena said, Helena clasped Micell's tap.


"I promise you, sister, don't leave Briyan, she loves you very much. For Nion's troubles I'm sure he'll gradually forget about brother and accept all of this."Micell.


Helena nodded in response to Micell's remark, Helena also couldn't leave Briyan because she already loved Briyan with all her affection.


"Honey help Mama, help Mama to be strong to live this dear. We're not leaving Papa Briyan."Helena said in her heart.


Meanwhile Briyan and Nion are now at the same table, they are talking seriously.


"I won't let go of Helena, me and Helena will have children."Briyan.


Nion smiled wryly at Briyan, "But I'm sure Helena still loves me."Nion.


"If you love, you won't leave her under any circumstances. You don't know what he's after as long as you're not around."Briyan.


Briyan leaves Nion speechless and contemplating her mistake, if she doesn't obey her Papa maybe she can still be next to Helena now.


"I'm so stupid Helena, I don't deserve you."Nion.


From a distance Nion sees how Briyan treats Helena, where Nion sees Helena happy, the smile on Helena's lips has never seen Nion so far.


"You're happy with that widower, why did you leave the virgin for the widower."Nion's words.


Just as Nion was about to leave Micell's wedding party he accidentally bumped into a waitress.


Brugh!!


"You got no eyes?"Ask Nion ketus.


"Sorry Om I accidentally, anyways Om clay ahead do not look back. Om want marriage there find a candidate don't look for trouble."Said the waiter.


"Well, you're so brave."Nion was upset with the waiter.


"Om don't bother me short Om so please."Said the waiter.


Nion just left the waiter, because Nion felt dizzy serving the waiter.


"Micell how the guy chose his WO, why is there a stupid waitress at work."Grouse Nion.