Unlucky Bride (The Poor Bride)

Chapter 03 ~ The girl must DIE!

"D bathed the waiter or did I bathe?" the sound of bass as deep as the ocean seemed to be able to stab Faylan's heart to difficulty swallowing saliva.

"Servant! I'd like to bathe the waiter, Mr Son!" reply Faylan quickly. Allison no longer pressed him.

"Obey!" Faylan nodded his head. Allison went to her study.

Faylan stared at her husband's burly back until it was no longer visible. Faylan still could not believe that she was now a wife. But, not a real wife, but only a toy wife who will be thrown away when it is time.

"Let's come with me, Miss Fay," said Assistant Juan.

"Faylan, sir."

"Too long, I'll take it first," Assistant Juan politely replied.

"Did he take revenge for his master?" inner Faylan while trailing behind Assistant Juan.

The house is very large. Faylan walked through room after room with many large poles. His steps stopped when he was in front of an elevator. Juan's assistant let Faylan in.

Ting!

As the elevator opened, Faylan exited and resumed his journey until he arrived in front of a five-centimeter steel door.

"Please come in, Miss Fay," Juan's assistant invited Faylan into a very spacious room with gilded walls and floors. Faylan shook his head at how rich the kingdom of Oesteria was.

Everything that is in the house is money. It seems that Allison does not know how the fate of the children in the orphanage who often hold hunger. Faylan wanted to feel like he was gouging the wall, then he sold it and the money he would give to the mother of the orphanage to meet daily needs.

"Mr Son won't sleep in the room with me, will he?" Faylan asked to make sure.

"This Mansion belongs to Mr. Allison. That means Mr. Allison is free to choose to sleep anywhere, including in Miss Fay's room" Assistant Juan said.

What Assistant Juan said was not wrong. Faylan let out a long sigh, hoping that Allison would not sleep in the room with him. She also hopes Allison does not ask for her rights as a husband. Faylan shook his head violently at the thought of that terrible thing.

"If there's nothing else that you want to ask, I'll call the waiter to help the lady."

"Female servant?" ask Faylan.

"Miss Fay wants a male servant?" ask Assistant Juan.

"No! Just a waitress!"

"All right, Miss Fay."

After the departure of Assistant Juan, Faylan began to step into his room. He dropped his body and sat on the side of the bed. Faylan felt the soft mattress he was sitting on. Whatever that smile was, the room would still be a new hell for him.

The door of her room was slowly knocked, then entered a female servant. Faylan was petrified, he felt uncomfortable being seen by anyone, including a female servant. As the waiter approached, Faylan lowered his face deeply.

"If the lady feels uncomfortable, the lady can take a shower herself. Use this soap and shampoo to remove the fishy smell from your body."

Hearing that, Faylan looked up at the waiter with a sweet smile on her sensual lips. Faylan had no idea there was a good servant in such a big house. If the waiter in his house was good too, maybe Faylan wouldn't have suffered too much.

"Thank you very much, Mom. I guess in this house there are no good people, almost I'm desperate" Faylan replied in thanks.

"Bibik, call me Aunt" replied the friendly servant.

"Alright, Bik. Thanks again."

"Sama-sama, miss has to take a shower now before you come," he said, making Faylan a brisk fit into the bathroom.

Shortly after being in the bathroom, Faylan again shouted in gratitude. The waiter shook his head smiling wryly.

About 30 minutes in the bathroom, Faylan came out with a mini towel hanging from her body.

"How, Bik? No more fishy smells, right?" asked Faylan to bring her body closer to the servant.

The middle-aged maid did not focus on the scent from Faylan's body. His eyes looked at Faylan pity, when he saw that there were many red marks, purplish even some torn skin.

The waiter asked Faylan to sit down, and he sat in confusion. Faylan wondered, could it be that the fishy smell from his body had not disappeared yet? Faylan had already finished a bottle of soap and shampoo.

Faylan was stunned when she saw the waiter pick up the p3k box, then treat the wounds all over her body, including her swollen forehead.

"Miss' body is very beautiful and perfect, unfortunately there are many wounds. Doesn't the lady feel pain?"

Instead of answering, Faylan shed tears. It is used to being treated unfavorably by people in his house, making him very sensitive if anyone cares about him.

"Miss why? Does this medicine make you feel sick?" ask the waiter to worry.

Faylan hugged the waiter tightly, then said, "Then my mother died, no one ever asked me if I felt any pain. I don't even care about these injuries, thanks to Bibik for asking" Faylan said sobbing.

"Miss is so pretty, so don't cry anymore."

The words made her think of her late mother. Faylan's body trembled and again his tears flowed profusely he could not control.

The beauty and beauty of Faylan's body was obtained from his mother. Just like it seems, the beauty and the dandy actually became a boomerang that destroyed them. Faylan wanted to be an ordinary girl, the important thing is to be able to live a quiet life without suffering that continues to arrive endlessly.

"I don't believe that joke. Here, put on this lingerie, Mr. Allison will be here soon." Faylan received that sexy lingerie.

"Actually, Allison was a good man. Miss just has to obey him," the servant said, then walked out of the room, leaving Faylan alone.

"At least there's a good aunt in this house. You must be strong Faylan, you can definitely! You can't give up!" Faylan encouraged herself, then stretched the sexy lingerie she was given.

"Shirt is lacking this material again," he muttered directly to his feet and put on it. Faylan got into bed, hiding her sexy body under the covers.

Shortly after, the door of the room opened, a handsome man entered the incarnation of a real disney prince. From the tip of the foot to the tip of the hair, Allison is indeed perfect.

His facial lines were exactly like those of Greek gods, eyes narrowed with bright blue netra, a pointy nose and thin reddish lips. Its height reaches 190 cm, enhanced by large, hard muscles. Do not forget the distinctive sound as deep as the ocean. Which women are not interested in perfection?

Look at how Faylan swallowed the saliva, shook his head, blinked his eyes, awakened from almost being hypnotized by Allison's good looks.

The closer Allison stepped, the faster Faylan's heartbeat would be. Allison sat at the top of the bed without taking her eyes off Faylan, their net partners tightly intertwined.

"What do you want?" Faylan held down the blanket while Allison wanted to pull the blanket away.

"Actually, Allison was a good man. Miss just needs to obey."

The words of the Bibik made Faylan instantly let go of his grasp. Faylan let Allison put away the blanket until her body appeared, Faylan tried to cover it with a makeshift palm.

Allison stared at Faylan's body for a long time, after which she got up, then threw a piece of paper in the press into Faylan's face.

"What is this, Mr Son?"

"Can you read it?"

"Can, Sir." Faylan started reading them one by one.

"Pay all those rules!" allison will leave.

"Wait!" intercept Faylan. Allison turned around.

"This rule, sir. It says I can't get out of the house. What if I want to go to school?"

"Yes just go to school." Allison replied.

"What are these rules made to be broken?" ask Faylan not understand.

After handing over a piece of paper containing the rules, Allison left. Faylan let out a sigh of relief. Given that tomorrow he had to go to school, inevitably Faylan contacted his father using his old cell phone. Faylan asked to be sent a bicycle and school uniform. Although he had to beg, but Redmir actually sent his daughter's belongings. Not just bicycles and school uniforms. But also Faylan's shabby clothes.

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The next day, Faylan was ready with a uniform, a shabby bag and his favorite ontel bike from his late mother.

Not how far from him, precisely in the latest Lamborghini car white, it looks Allison is watching Faylan who began to ride his bike.

"Miss is leaving for school, sir." reports Assistant Juan sitting in the steering wheel.

"Take note of how many times he breaks the rules in a day" Allison said with a smile.

"Good, Sir."

"Follow him," Allison again gave the edict. Juan's assistant starts driving behind Faylan, who pedals his bicycle to school.

After making sure Faylan entered the school, Allison then continued the journey to the company.

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In a country where Mr. Torres is enjoying a holiday with his women. In fact, he does not care about Melvin, his only son who is undergoing the tradition in the kingdom of Oesteria.

Business travel is the reason for fun. Even so, Mr. Torres is known to love his wife very much. He was branded as a bucin man who would do anything for his wife. It's just that he can't stop his habit. When the mask is removed, it will be a different figure.

"Still alive?"

"Yes, Sir. And now he's Prince Allison's Unlucky Bride."

"F U C K! REDMIR PLAVIUS, HOW DARE YOU LIE TO ME!"

All the tools on the table ended horribly after Mr. Torres wiped them with his sturdy hands.

"Whatever it takes, the girl has to DIE!"

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