WRONG MARRIAGE

Second Wife Temptation (3)

Chapter 5. Mafia Threat

Bia was aware that her marriage to Bustan was completely unknown to many. They were married was witnessed by residents around the settlement of Bia house only.

From Bustan's side, only a few people who he said were Bustan's immediate family knew about it. He said both of Bustan's parents were out of town so they could not attend the event. and now Bia just found out that the people who claimed to be the Bustan family at the wedding were just hired people.

Fix, Bia becomes a hidden wife, which is only needed to give birth to offspring only.

"I can't live with you, I want to separate" Bia said.

"No! I'm not gonna let any of that happen." Bustan dominates.

"You can't force me, Mom." Sabiya tried to gather courage. And true, that courage had finally appeared in him. He's not daunted anymore. He could even look into Bustan's dark eyes.

"Well, go ahead if you want to get away from me. But don't expect your dad to be okay."

Bia turned away in shock. "You're threatening me?"

"There's no other way."

Bia swallow. My God, Bia is really married to a ruthless mafia. Bia feels increasingly foreign to Bustan. A person who has a lot of money, who certainly can do anything. Including making Sabiya's father wretched even though Bustan sat quietly at home. Everything was easy for the man.

"You should know that I have everything, I can do anything." Bustan fix the collar of his shirt with a strong jolt to even make his shirt look messy.

Bia could have rejected and denied Bustan, but if it was about his father's safety, what could he do? There was nothing else he had but his father and sister.

“Find another woman, not me!” pinta Sabiya's.

"You are now queen. Enjoying wealth. Even your father can be happy. Everything you have. I will buy a car too. Better follow my will! Or. I can eliminate anyone, whether you or your father in a matter of seconds. That's easy for me." Bustan pulled out a firearm, making Sabiya surprised instead of playing.

Bia's heart was beating fast. He had never seen a firearm before, and now he saw it being pointed at him. Life is like the tip of a horn. His skin is great. If the trigger is pulled, then the history ends at that time.

Bustan took down the firearm and put it in the back of the shirt. He passed Bia and walked away.

Ah no. Bia should not be inedible with Bustan's threat. He should be able to give his father safety. Don't let her father be a victim. He was the one who had to protect his father from the threat.

Bia walked towards the room, wanting to pack all her clothes and take her away. Ah, the intention is to go. He didn't want to be caught by Bustan. If Bustan saw her packing clothes, surely the man would forbid her from leaving. Better to leave without bringing anything.

Wide steps led him to the outside. He took a taxi. The trip was quite far, taking up to more than half an hour, he was stuck in traffic for a few minutes before he finally reached his father's house.

Bia's eyes stared at the house. One night he left his father, he missed him a lot. Want to hug that aging skinny body.

After Sabiya gets married, her father Sabiya lives alone. There should be Rania, the youngest who accompanied her father at home if only Rania had graduated from the boarding house. But the flower still has to finish school first.

"Dad!" Bia ran towards the house. His hand shook the door handle. Oh. unfortunately the door is locked.

Dad where? At this hour I usually sit sweetly waiting for his small shop. But the stall that blends with the house is closed. The door of the house was locked.

Bia looking for the father's contact on the phone. It is not difficult to find the name because it is at the top as a favorite number.

A phone call was dialed up as he pressed on the name.

"Dad!" call Bia after the duration of the call.

"Yes, Bia? What's up, son?" voice of fatherhood across. His voice calmed Bia's heart.

"Where's dad? Shops closed?"

"Dad is now in Nak Bustan's villa. Just now my father was picked up by a driver, invited for a vacation first. Yes... Money for the holidays too. Itung-itung, you also need refreshing so that the contents of your head become fresh. This is a very nice house" said Sudirjo, Bia's father.

Hearing the father's happy voice, Bia fell silent. His father was very happy to take a vacation.

"Why was your father sent home?"

Not Sudirjo's voice, but Bustan's. HP has changed hands.

Bia was stuck in place. His mouth can't talk anymore. So her father is now with Bustan?

Oh my, Bustan fast-moving. Bia remembered the threat of Bustan earlier, who said to obey all Bustan's will if he did not want his father why-not.

Bustan stepped away from his in-laws. Then he said, "Help your father will be fine in vayak, as long as you follow your husband. You still love your father, don't you? Don't disappoint me!"

Bia's body feels weak. He sits on the terrace chair.

Damnit damnit! Bia lost a step. Bustan is really reckless. The man managed to take his father away. Fighting against money is hard. They could have done anything relying on his money and crime. Although Bia? Persuading the father to stay away from Bustan would also be useless, fighting sadistic criminals like Bustan not with physicality, but intelligence.

Well, Bia has to play beautiful.

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Bia returned to her new home. There was a bustan in the house. Bustan is like a frog, it's easy to jump in here and there. Just now Bustan called and said that he was in the villa with Sudirjo, now that the man is home.

“How great a move you pretended attention in front of dad and took him for a walk. This is how you scare me, Mom? You brought me to worry about him because he was with you? even now I don't know where he is, what he is doing, and is he okay?” Bia stumped a bitter smile. His courage to speak finally grew even though his heart was numb. “I'm getting a little foreign to you!”

Bustan stepped closer to Bia. He bent down, his hands on the left and right sides of Bia's chair. Make their visibility erode. The eyes of both of them were clashing. Look at those sharp eyes.

“I just need your uterus, Bia. I need it.” Bustan stroked the surface of Bia's stomach.

O Allah. Bia has already surrendered her virginity to Bustan. Bia lost a step. Either several times Bustan did to him that night.Bia even did it with a loving alloy. He gave up all body and soul. Now, that love is mingled with hate. Yes, hate and love are felt simultaneously.

It doesn't feel fair. Bia gave up her soul and body out of love, but the man took her virginity for something else.

The elusan of Bustan's hand on the surface of his stomach made him feel irritated, but also his skin was bristling. There is passion and passion behind it all.

“You are confused to bequeath where your property is if you do not have children. You are also ashamed of being harassed by many people about children. Yeah, right?” whispered Bia.

Bustan did not answer. He kissed Bia's cheek. Both of his hands hugged Bia and stroked the woman's back.

“Lease!” Bia rebelled, rose to his feet away from Bustan.

With a swift Bustan, pulled Bia's arm. Gripping tightly onto the arm. The cold man like the everest mountain stared intently at Bia. Bia's body was immediately attracted and turned and then hit Bustan's body when Bustan's hand tugged at him.

“I'm in need of you!” Bustan's voice sounded flat.

Bia sighed. “I don't.”

“You know that rejecting a husband is a sin?” Bustan dominates.

“O yes? Threatening wife also sins.”

Bustan doesn't care what Bia says. He lifted the small body and stepped back to sit on the sofa. Positioning Bia's body sitting on it with both thighs Bia draped at Bustan's waist.

As Bia pushed Bustan's chest away, Bustan quickly wrapped one of his sturdy arms around Bia's waist. The tiny body was dragged forward.

The faces of both of them were without distance. Bustan's breath feels warm slapping Bia's cheek.

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