[Two] Strategies to Seize People's Wives
Ozan Threats & Meeting of Mark and Freya

The days that Freya spent were heavy. The kind woman often received torture from her husband. There was no place to rest, everyone ignored Freya. Only the servants loved and placed their pity on him.

Grateful Freya can escape from her household problems by working. Ozan did not ban Freya from working, in public they were like a mismatched couple. In fact, it's just fictitious.

Every day Freya gets a hit from Ozan. Don't know why, but Freya is immune.

His body is used to getting injuries from Ozan. His heart was also dead, no more feelings of sadness.

Freya's character has been murdered by her family and husband. No more cheerful and sweet Freya. Replaced with Freya the pale, flat face.

Two months into marriage, Freya was pregnant. Not Ozan's son, but the boy he slept with. The man who had taken Freya's virginity.

At first Ozan is angry and wants Freya to abort her content. However, after much thought Freya was better off pregnant and having children so that the secret she kept was not publicly smelled.

The presence of a baby makes Freya happy. He has the light of life again. His eyes, which had been empty, now sparkled every time he saw his son's face.

The sound of baby crying made the sleeping Ozan wrathful. He got up from the bed and approached Freya who was calming her son.

Plaque.

Ozan the light-handed man hit his wife's head for the umpteenth time.

"Send your child to be quiet. Otherwise, I'll keep him quiet for good!" ozan's cruel jolt makes Freya angry. He looked up at Ozan with the tail end of his eyes.

"Don't think I'd be quiet if you dared to hurt my son?!" reply Freya with a cold tone.

Ozan laughed lightly. He looked at Freya with a cynical look. Unexpectedly Ozan immediately robbed the red baby in Freya's arms easily.

Freya's eyes widened perfectly. He was surprised to see his son already in Ozan's arms.

"Ozan?! Restore my son?!" freya shouted furiously mixed in panic. The sound of her son's cry was shrill, making Freya worried.

"I'm curious about something! What would happen if I strangled your bastard son? He'll die or live like you who I've choked so many times but haven't died."

Ozan smiled coldly like a psychopath making Freya's heart almost dislodged from his body.

Ozan is a cruel man with no conscience. He had just spoken, now that he had already acted.

His big hand coiled around the little baby's neck made his cry restrained. Freya's soul and body were violently shaken to see it.

"Akkkk .. Don't Ozan?! Don't you do that?! Restore my son?!" Freya on her tiptoes trying to reach her son.

Freya's body height is 155 cm, of course losing far from Ozan 183 cm.

Ozan giggled as he looked at Freya's panicked face. He was happy to see his pet man put on a panicked face.

Freya was crying hysterically. He hit Ozan hard, but was unable to hurt the man.

Ozan who was satisfied to play a few minutes immediately gave the red baby to Freya.

Rushing Freya hugged her son tightly. Then stay away from Ozan. Her eyes were staring at the man with the status of her husband.

"Your beast, Ozan?! No. .. no.. Not even a tiger in the forest will not eat its cubs?!" freya's jolt with a trembling voice restrained the anger.

Ozan raised his eyebrows next door. He tilted his face slightly, just like a predator when he noticed his prey.

"The tiger will not eat his child. But, tigers don't hesitate to eat chicks, do they?"

Ozan insinuates Freya's son's status is clearly not her flesh and blood.

Freya could only fall silent while calming her quivering baby in fear. The tiny baby had already felt the cruelty of stepfather at a very young age.

"Just say that that was a light punishment because you already dared to report me to the police!" ozan's cold reply made Freya flinch.

The woman remembered something. A week ago he made a report at the police station on domestic violence (KDRT). Freya also gave the results of the hospital visa. On the police side.

What the hell is going on? Why would Ozan know? Freya is playing pretty.

"Freya .. Freya .. as you know I am rich. Of course I have friends from all walks of life. The cop who handled your case, his superior is my friend. You know what I mean, don't you?"

Ozan spoke casually. Freya was terrified, she walked backwards. He doesn't want to be close to Ozan.

"One more time you report me, get ready your little bastard child's body I made into twelve parts," Ozan threatened slowly with a hoarse voice.

After making Freya mentally shaken. Ozan turns around, steps closer to the bed, leaving the petrified Freya in the corner of the room.

"Bring your son out. Make sure she stays away from me when she cries! Or I'll have her vocal cords broken!"

Freya who heard it immediately ran out of the room. He went into the guest room. There Freya with all her might held back her cries so as not to break. She breastfeeds her tired son crying and is now asleep in her sling.

Cup.

Freya kissed her son's temple gently.

"I'm sorry Mama couldn't give you a good father, Marcel. But, mama promised to be a mama and papa for Marcel."

The little boy seemed to know what his mother said. He smiled with pent-up eyes displaying gums that had not yet grown teeth.

Freya's heart warmed up to see her son smile. The restlessness that had been inhabiting his heart vanished in an instant. Seeing his son smile.

Freya thanked the man who had slept with her, for leaving the seeds in her womb. At least Freya has children and she has hopes of creating her own family.

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Seven years later.

In a big company. A handsome widower of a million charms was sitting on his great chair.

The sound of knocking on the door made the widower turn his attention towards the door.

"Lake in."

The door opened and featured a beautiful woman figure dressed in an office, long gray toad pants matching her suit coming into the room.

"Good morning, sir. Introduce my name Freya Kanaya who will take over all the tasks of Buk Ajeng – the previous secretary of the father!" exclaiming the woman made the widower smile thinly.

Mark Lee — the handsome widower a million charms and likes to tease the women, happy to get a beautiful secretary.

"Beautiful," praise Mark to make Freya stunned.

"Thank you, sir," Freya replied awkwardly.

"No, I mean my room curtains are pretty. Just replaced this morning," added Mark casually make a grim Freya face.

"Campret" Freya's inner grumbling.

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