The Oppressed Heir
A Life of Marriage That Sucks
2 Months later, then,
TWOG!!
Griffin punched the Son's head with all his might. For an hour he beat the man tied up in front of him, hoping that the Son would pass out and be traumatized so that he would leave their home and divorce the Princess.
But even until Griffin's hand aches and his bones are dislocated, the son still blinked his eyes still conscious. Even giggled in response to Griffin.
It's gruesome…
"Dog... Lo human isn't it?" gasping Griffin sat on the floor and frowned. There was fear that adorned his face.
How could the Son not fall? Two baseball bat's cracked, and all the boys are already exhausted. What else must the Son be afraid of?
"Lady! Khuhuhuhuhuhu.." The son spat to the side, the saliva of the blood. His lips were torn off by the impact of a stick. He still had a good laugh to see the look on the face of the frightened thug.
This is his fifth interrogation.
Until death he vowed not to tell why he was willing to become a daughter-in-law in this family. Why he didn't want to divorce Nadine, the Wife.
All because of his promise to Nadine.
"Goblock is really looooo," muttered the Son mocking Griffin. "Hit the kayak of the mabok, who was targeted whataaa, who was hit what, huehehehehehe!"
"Diem lo Bangs4t!!" Griffin got on the black and threw the wooden chair next to him towards the Son. The laughter of the Son made him ride the apoplexy.
The son raised next to his foot and hit the floating chair with his kick.
"Gue didn't want to divorce Nadine. Point," hiss Son challenged Griffin. His face was full of blood but his lips were grinning.
"Saikope! You're a parasite in this family!"
"Psychopath, your tongue turns right away! Yes but I don't care, khehehehe" muttered Putra.
The door of the room suddenly opened. A white-bearded old man with a well-built body entered and stared intently straight at the Son.
"Not fainted yet?" tanya Damascus Prabasampurna, Head of the Prabasampurna Family, Boss Griffin and Son's in-law.
The son was silent while regulating his breath. He laughed too much and was a little tight in his chest. Since childhood he was beaten and hit too much so that his brain was a bit tilted. If the pain is not crying, laugh. And many people were terrified when they saw such a Son and stopped their attacks.
In other words, his cunning can be a blessing.
Damascus bowed its body slightly towards the Son, "How much do you ask to leave this house?"
"Nadine is pregnant, you see.." muttered the Son.
"We can look after the baby on our own without you, you're no use crazy base,"
"Laaaah, I'll use my name 'Bin' loooh-"
PLAKK!!
Damascus slapped Son once. The old man's punch was even harder than Griffin's fist and kick. Perhaps because Damascus is deep in strength, it knows better the weak points of the human body.
The son immediately felt dizzy from the slap.
Not until he realized what happened, he felt pain in his head. Her hair was pulled so her head was turned up.
"No kapok ya you if hardened, like physical you are quite trained. I'm just wasting my energy dong?!" Damascus brushed off the Son's head. Sounding weirdness soft Son. The feathers of Damascus.
"Today is quite this way first. You're getting ready for the party tonight. The investors will gather to see my Garbage Son-in-law, who presumptuously impregnated my son before marriage," grumbled Damascus as she flipped her body to head towards the exit.
In that case, the Son understood.If the meaning of the word Damascus is 'do not try to embarrass the Prabasampurna family in front of many people'.
Next to Damascus, there is Artemis. The other Damascus men, he seemed excited as he observed the Son. “What kind of creature you are, beaten even his laugh is getting faster. I love it so much like this.” then Artemis turned to Griffin who was sitting on the floor panting, “Malah you are tired. Factor U times yak?!” god to Griffin.
Griffin sneered, "Gue can just shoot him in the head. If Nadine is no longer pregnant, go to the grave of the Joker's time," he said, kicking the Son's stomach once, and then he followed Damascus out of the room.
“Joker.. Yes cool is also his nickname, half crazy times you yes. Wanting the Nadine to marry you,” kekeh Artemis while clapping the head of the Son, then out of there.
After all had been out of the hot room, Nadine, the wife of the Son immediately rushed into the room and approached the Son with worry.
"Son! The put?! You're not papa, are you? Can still be conscious, right? Try following my finger!"
"Eragh!" The son brushed off Nadine's hand in annoyance, "Don't make anyone sprain dong Non. I am still conscious!"
"You don't care about the condition of the child in my stomach, right?" nadine whispered worried.
"Udah has promised to carry the secret to death" his son sighed. "The real asshole lo socialita," he murmured in annoyance.
"Okay, look yeah, look, I've transferred 100 million to your mother. Yea? As promised, you still claim to be the father of this fetus," it seems Nadine has indeed understood that the strange nature of the Son of the magical bin is indeed from there.
"Hm.." The son nodded weakly. The important thing is that her mother can have gallbladder surgery immediately. He was beaten up, too. Shot, he was willing too.
His mission this time is to hide the fact that Princess Nadine Prabasampurna was impregnated with a married man and claimed to be the father of the fetus.
That way he can get some money for the cost of his mother's operation.
Since he was imprisoned for psychotropic cases, he has not been a devoted child to his mother. Now that he is free, this is the least he can do.
Because looking for a decent job with a history of crime, it is very difficult in this country plus six two. Unless he becomes a merchant. But what power, he's not talented at trading except being a drug courier. Especially considering his rather gendheng attitude, would cry even laugh, want to get angry even nyeleneh, making many people afraid of him and not infrequently mistaken for a serial killer.
Except for Nadine who since first met Putra already understood how the man's nature really is.
"Then what did my father tell you?"
"Hem," The son shook his head to relieve his dizziness, "I was told to go to the party,"
"party? What party?!"
"Eeeh, Mr. Damascus had a chance to talk about what investors were,"
"God!! You asked him to come to the Shareholders' Party? It's an important party why do you have to come?!"
"Non. Where do I know that, bego ah the question! Hwehehehe! Geeh!" The son once again spat out the blood that filled his mouth that was torn to the side. "Bring a drink no, once again beaten I can laugh not stop!"
Nadine was silent as she looked at Putra with a sad feeling, she handed the mineral water to the man. The son rinsed with water and spit again. And next he held up the water in the bottle.it was up.
"Two years," muttered Nadine while frowning.
"Huh?" jengat Putra while frowning did not understand.
"You were my husband for two years. Until this baby is born safely, then we're divorced,"
The son took a deep breath. "Can't be less than two years? in the next 6 months I do not know if I am alive or paralyzed, if every day in this tonjokin," he complained while trying to stand up.
"Dad won't kill you. You're my husband,"
"What will be killed is here" the Son pointed to his forehead, "I may go mad from being beaten every day. You know my sensory nerves are a bit of an error?!'
"You're a recidivist, you should be used to being beaten. That's why I chose you to be my husband,"
The son looked at Nadine cynically. He seemed to be reminded again why he could be here in a depressed state. The situation is different from when he was in prison.
But I don't know which is worse, which obviously isn't any better.
"Okay, two years. As per the agreement, every month Miss sends 20 million to my mother's account" hissed the Son as he limped out of the room. But then the man fell silent and looked back, "Help my own husband once what the hell? It's in there trance to know taste!" dengus Putra's.
"No ah. You stink of sweat, take a bath there," muttered Nadine as she shook her hands in front of her crisp nose.
"It's a hardworking sweat,"
"Go yourself there!" Nadine covered the wall and led Putra out of the torture chamber.
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