Unlucky Bride (The Poor Bride)

Chapter 28 ~ Kidnapped

"Turn around, Juan!" Allison.

"Okay, sir," Assistant Juan said, turning around and then driving the car at high speed.

Faylan disappeared and of course Allison knew who had kidnapped the wife. Allison didn't go to save Faylan. Instead, he went to Melvin's house.

Arriving at Melvin's house, Allison's arrival is greeted by Daisy whose condition has improved. "Where, Melvin?" ask Allison.

"In his study, sir," Daisy replied nervously.

Luckily Melvin was at home, Allison took a quick step into Melvin's study.

Geck, tok, tok!

Allison knocked on the door three times until the door finally opened and showed Melvin who seemed busy with the work he had to do at home while caring for his wife.

"Allison, tumben's here. Come in and sit down, 'welcome Melvin gives way, Allison comes in and sits on the couch.

"What's wrong?" Melvin sat down in front of his best friend Allison.

"There's something I want to talk about" Allison said.

"About what?" melvin looked at Allison seriously.

"About your father."

"My dad? What's wrong with my dad?" tanya Melvin was made curious by his friend.

"Your father has kidnapped Faylan!" allison firmly restrained the anger that had been in the crown.

"What's this joke, Allison? What the hell are you telling me? My father kidnapped your wife Faylan? Wh-wh-what for? What connection?" ask Melvin don't believe it.

Of course he wouldn't believe it. Remember, the father is the perfect man in this world. A man who loves his mother and himself. What Allison just said was the funniest joke to her.

"He kidnapped Faylan to be killed!" allison firmly grumbled.

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In the room of a luxurious private bar located far from the city. A girl with sexy curves was lying helplessly on a king-size bed. Both his hands and feet were tied with steel chains.

The lentic eyelashes move slowly until they finally open and show a beautiful bead in them. The girl blinked her eyes while her vision was still blurry.

"Finally you wake up too dear Faylan," greeted the middle-aged man sitting on the sofa with several paid women surrounding him.

Yes, the girl lying on the bed with her legs and hands tied was none other than Faylan Laurentika Plavius. Faylan remembered the last time he was in the bathroom. As soon as it came out, he was startled by a foreign figure smothering his mouth.

"Mr Torres," call Faylan sneered, he's not afraid at all.

Faylan's slanted smile managed to anger the middle-aged man who was none other than Torres. Melvin's real father, Allison's best friend.

Torres approached, then touched and stroked Faylan's smooth cheek, "Not only the face that Mary revealed to you, but also her attitude and behavior," the slanted smile on Faylan's lips instantly faded away when Torres mentioned his mother's name.

"Well guess who I am?" Torres asked as he pulled out a knife, playing the knife on Faylan's smooth cheek.

"Fuck!" press Faylan as an answer.

"Yes, you're right, honey. I'm asshole. But, if there wasn't this bastard, then you wouldn't be in this world!" he firmly casually scratched Faylan's cheek to let out fresh blood. Faylan closed his eyes enjoying the usual pain for him.

"Who are you? What's your relationship with my mom!?" faylan asked with a great shaking voice.

"I was....

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