The Heart Sold

The Heart Sold
That look.



Rayana had actually reached her family mansion, the annoyed gazes of her brother and stepmother no longer made the woman tremble. After all beside him was still Aleen, what Rayana needed to fear if there was a man who was disinclined by everyone nearby.


"Mr Aleen, why are you so kind to him? he's dirty. He's just using you sir." said Rivana in an annoyed tone hoping Aleen would stay away from Rayana and approach her.


Aleen did not reply he did not flinch in the slightest from where he was standing, while Rayana he bit his lips how could Rivana say like that had not this marriage indeed they had planned for him, perfect men are good, is not that the beginning they tell him.


"Rivana, at least so people should be self-conscious and shameless. You used to say that the man who would marry me was a man who only cared about profit, selfish and rude. Wh why? are you sorry to give me a chance when you know that the one who married me is Mr Aleen?. Miss Rivana, how does it feel to bow at the feet of someone you hate? and remember for you and your mother not to forget that you're just guests in my house."


Rayana scathingly said it made the mother and child even more distasteful to her while Calveen was trying to cool the atmosphere so as not to affect her profits.


"Why are you looking at me like that? do you want to flush me back with Riv's hot water, or do you want to beat and whip me to the blood? let's do it if you dare." continued Rayana with a very upset tone, her lips and hands shaking the woman really vented the feeling that had been buried for so long in her heart.


Aleen embraced it and stroked it, seeing everyone there. It turns out that a Rivana can conquer an ice statue that is very feared by everyone even there used to be a woman who was forced to break her hand because it was too attached to it, he said, and from then on the isute about Aleen not liking women spread widely without any clarity.


"Do what you want to do, no one can and no one should condescend or hurt Aleen Abercio's wife."


Aleen said as he kissed Rayana's head of hair, everyone who was there trembled in fear. Meanwhile Theo deheman marched forward to hand over a piece of blue map to Calveen.


"Sir Calveen is important data about the investment rights agreement, while for the dowry my lord will discuss it first with Ms Rayana."


Calveen with a wide smile picked up the map, subconsciously they had been standing for too long and no one had allowed them to sit down. Rayana felt pain in her ankle probably because she was standing for too long while her body had not fully recovered plus she had to quarrel with her sister and stepmother.


Aleen was insensitive but Theo was sensitive, he whispered something to Aleen until the man cleared his throat slowly.


"Aunt Sui, is there a ginger tea in this residence?" aleen asked Rayana's personal servant.


"There is a master."


"Please prepare for Raya, let her relax her body. And for the people who are in this house there should be no bad plans, because if something bad happens again I will handle it myself."


again that contemptuous and condescending gaze, that sharp gaze that made anyone who looked at him scared to death, who would dare to play a Aleen Abercio, if anyone was really looking to die.


"That's right, sorry sir I didn't even tell you to sit down first. Sorry for my negligence."


"Sorry Mr. Aleen, as a mother-in-law I am too insensitive. Sorry for my daughter's behavior."


Sandra continued to speak while Rivana continued to show a dislike look over the familiarity and harmony of Rayana and Aleen's relationship.


"Mother-in-law and sister-in-law? do you deserve that name" said Aleen coldly, a cynical look with a look of disdain and demeaning anyone who saw could know that but among the people who were there no one dared to protest anything Aleen said.


"Aunt Sui, is the Kingdom room ready? if you take him to rest and ensure his safety. Only aunty can I ask for help" Aleen said,


even Aleen Abercio willingly bowed his head to the beloved servant of the Kingdom, so important was a Calveen Kingdom for him, what is this and why this happens should the person who is betrothed will be rude and rude but different from Aleen he actually gives tenderness and comfort to Rayana.


"Thank you for Aleen today" Rayana said before she finally went to her room with aunt Sui.


Aleen nodded then smiled, what did the world seem to be upside down just now? just now they saw a smiling Aleen that was very strange and terrifying. After Aleen made sure Rayana went inside his room with aunt Sui he also asked the servant of the residence to return to his respective duties. And after that the atmosphere became so silent there were only Aleen, Theo, Calveen, Sandra and Rivana.


"Mr Calveen, I want your explanation. Didn't I tell you in the hospital to discipline your son and wife but the result is how again and again this lowly woman bullies the future mistress of JL Group."


Aleen raised one of his legs and placed it on the other, the look in his eyes was back as usual no worry, no tenderness there was just a piercing look.


"Master doesn't seem appropriate to say they're lowly" Calveen said with a slight tremble.


"Sir I want a wife with the status of a legitimate daughter, but it turns out that this daughter of yours also wants the status of Mrs JL Group. Disciplined or I will castrate him, remember master I never drew my words."


The actual tone was very simple yet very scary and unpleasant to hear, everyone other than Theo was seen sweating coldly. Calveen promises to discipline his wife and children not to disturb Rayana, after the talks are over Aleen leaves the mansion to return home.


"Did you hear what Mr Aleen said? remember not to interfere with my profits. If there's still another day where you're making things difficult for Rayana, let alone me god you might not be able to help you and you." calveen said as he grabbed the blue map offered by Theo then went to his study leaving his wife and eldest son who looked very upset but could not do anything about it.


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