The 9th Consort the Ruler

Chapter 1

A woman wearing a white wedding dress, sitting at the bedside in the same color as her dress. The woman lowered her head in fear, her hands that were soaked in cold sweat squeezing each other.

This will be the last day I breathe, if he finds out the truth, he murmured inwardly.

Today he can only leave. The luxurious room he occupied now, felt like a burial place for him.

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A few days ago.

A man was walking in a hurry carrying a letter in his hand, his face was tense.

"Master, that ruler wants your daughter," he said with a gasp of breath. He handed over the letter he had brought to the man he had called Mr.

Gustavo took the letter violently, his chest pounding as he read each word.

"No, this can't!" Furious, squeezing the letter furiously.

"It's out of our control sir, you know how the man is if we refuse his orders. It's just that we agreed to a mass funeral for our family, sir," said Gustavo's confidant.

Gustavo screeched, he did not not not know how the nature of the ruler. Even though he had never met the man. All of Gustavo's businesses came into direct contact with them, even Gustavo also received a lot of help, material and non-material from the group led by the ruler.

The man with the big belly seemed to think hard, he was not ignorant of how strong and powerful the man was. He is the most feared ruler, the most ruthless leader of the mafia. His enemy even preferred to give up without a fight, as it would definitely die in the most terrifying way if it fought him.

However, he also did not want to give up his only puppet princess. Many rumors circulated that she treated her concubines like animals, torturing them and making them satisfied slaves.

"I can't send Louisa there" said Gustavo Morales, rubbing his face rough.

"I don't want to go there, either!" Shouted Louisa.

Gustavo turned his head, looking at the girl who had just entered his study.

"Louisa, dear. It is impolite to enter without such permission, son," Gustavo said.

"That's not important now" said Louisa, the nineteen-year-old girl staring intently at her father.

"Are you going to send me south? I don't want Dad, I don't want to die silly like his concubines!" Shouted Louisa.

No one knows what the real look of the ruler, the news that circulated he was a man with a face full of wounds that he got while fighting. Terrible and extremely cruel, he always tortured all his concubines to death.

"Look, son, I'm looking for a way out" Gustavo said.

Louisa folded her hands with a sour face. Suddenly a smile fell on her red lips.

"How about you send the Fool to replace me?"

"That stupid kid, are you sure Louisa?"

"She's pretty, although I'm lazy to admit it but she's pretty and clean-skinned. After all, the ruler just needs a toy, Dad. Just raise her to be your daughter and send her there!"

"You're smart, honey" praised Gustavo, making Louisa smile with pride.

The next day, they went to Kirana's house. A simple house occupied only by a new girl who lost her mother.

"It's time you pay all your debts!" Shouted Gustavo.

Mata Laras buyak wide, unusual the great master was coming, usually only his men will come to collect.

I don't have any money, sir, didn't I pay the installments yesterday.

"I don't understand what you mean! speak clearly, don't move your hands like a fool!" Gustavo pushed Laras' body, until the woman fell.

"If you can't pay off all your debts today I'll sell you to Bartoli" Gustavo said with a grin.

No sir, please don't.

Laras pressed his hands down, then clenched his hands together on his chest, staring at the old man's face with a pity. She doesn't want to be a prostitute, Laras knows who Bartoli is. The owner of the biggest brothel in town.

"No want to yes. Well I'll give you one choice, and you can't refuse. From today you are my adopted son, part of the Moralez family, you will marry, replacing Louisa as the ruler's concubine!"

Jeduar

"Bring him!"

Two men raised the body of Laras, the woman could only resign. At least she doesn't have to be a whore who caters to strip-nosed men. The debt of the late father who mounted on Gustavo plus Laras also owe for the treatment of his mother until he died, making Laras inevitably have to obey Gustavo's orders.

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The sound of the door being pushed from the outside made the face even more agitated, the fingers wet from cold sweat clinging to each other. The room felt increasingly tense, as the heavy footsteps sounded closer.

Tak

Tak

A pair of shiny black shoes, stopped right in front of him. The long cloth that covered his head, pulled, crashed just like that.

Laras fidgeted, his eyes closed tightly.

"Thank your face" said a man with a heavy voice.

Slowly the girl looked up. Their eyes meet. Laras' eyes widened, looking at the face of the man before him.

Handsome, very handsome. It was very different from what he heard from people. Laras's eyes winked softly, the fear that enveloped his heart just letting out. The man slightly lowered his head, flanking the woman's chin with his index finger and thumb.

He's the ruler? He's not ugly and scary.

"You're afraid of me?" Asked the man, his iris hasel stared intently at Kanaya.

The brown-eyed girl shook her head slowly, but she quickly nodded. The master let go of his hand.

"Haha ... The prettiest woman from the north, attractive," her laughing voice echoed, Kanaya looked at the man with an innocent face.

The man smiled, a smile that looked more like a creepy grin, but looked so dazzling to Laras.

"Team!"

A man wearing a full black suit, entered in a hurry while carrying two glasses of red wine.The oriental-faced man lowered his head, raising the tray he carried to his head height.

"It's Mr."

The handsome man called Master picked up the glass glass filled with intoxicating liquid, shaking his hand. The waiter understood, he bowed, then went out and closed the door.

"Drink," said the man as he thrust one of the drinks at Laras

With his hand wrapped in satin gloves, Laras received it with a slight tremble. Although he was not afraid of the man before him. However, this was the first time in his life Laras drank a drink like this.

"Quick drinking!"

Laras nodded at the plain girl, downing the red liquid in a hurry, to make her choke and spill over the dress she was wearing.

"Stupid! have you never had a drink?!"

Laras shook his head holding his hot throat, while coughing. The man knitted his brows, looking at the barrel.

He violently snatched the nearly empty glass from Laras' hand, then slammed the two onto the floor. The barrel is shocked.

"Stand up, let go of all!"

The clear Netra Laras bought, looking at the man in disbelief. The hasel's profuse eyes shone sharply, making Laras conscious. This is not the place to refuse, he has no right to it.

With a heavy heart, Laras rose. One by one the gloves he was wearing came off, then he opened the hook of the wedding dress that he was wearing. despite some difficulties, but Laras still let go.

Srat

Dress with the model kemben, slumped. Revealing the curves of Laras' body, thinner than the man thought. The man in black shirt took two steps back, in order to see the entire plain body before him. Barrel bowed, his arm he placed on a mound that was only covered in a leather bra, and the other hand he used to cover his sensitive area.

The master smiled obliquely, he stepped forward. Now he was right in front of Laras, the tip of their shoes met each other. The burly hand was stretched out to the back of the head of Laras, pulling one object that became the holder of the Hairdressing Barrel. Instantly the long and black mayang was freed, beautifully scattered.

"My mood's good," he said.

The roar of warm breath, sweeping the neck of the Barrel. The reflex closed his eyes, the big, warm hand began to touch his innocent body. The barrel trembled even though the man touched gently. Laras tried to resign, directing himself to the Master.