[Two] Strategies to Seize People's Wives
Revenge Plan [Freya]

Freya slammed the door of her room hard, not forgetting she locked the door with a padlock so that Ozan could not enter. If only locking with a regular key, then Ozan can enter easily.

Heh.

Freya breathed a sigh of relief. For the first time he has repaid Ozan. There was fear in his heart, yet he tried to be strong in order to protect his son.

Freya wiped the rest of her tears violently. He no longer wants to be weak, Freya must be strong mentally and physically so that Ozan can not hurt him again.

The woman stood in front of the long mirror. He opened the entire cloth attached to his body, leaving only the underwear alone. Freya held back her tears when she saw that her entire body had scars.

Freya fingered her arm that Ozan had once sliced. Then, down on the cleavage to the abdomen there is a long stitch scar there.

"Ozan …"

"I'll repay you."

"Every scar you paint on my body becomes a whip for me to be strong."

"I …"

"Swearing will repay you ten times this."

Freya sees a picture frame of her childhood at the age of seven, wearing a white taekwondo uniform. He smiled faintly, before he was raised to be his family's son now, Freya lived in an orphanage and he had studied martial arts there.

"If I continue my dream of becoming a taekwondo athlete, maybe now I have a black belt," he murmured softly as he stroked the picture frame.

"I have to learn more .. in order to beat Ozan to the bone" Freya added with passion and ambition.

The woman decided to do a warm-up movement first so that her body muscles are flexible.

Freya did a set push up, wake up a set and move towards the wind. Imagining in front of him was Ozan who stood looking down on him.

"I swear I'll avenge you Ozan?!" freya shouted loudly in the soundproof room.

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The morning came and breakfast happened. Marcel came out of his room, he was sitting in his mother's empty chair. The little boy did not dare to look at Ozan who was busy eating his food.

Ozan glanced occasionally at Marcel. There was no guilt in his heart. According to Ozan the boys have to get used to the injuries.

"Your lips ... has it been treated?" ozan asked flatly making the boy immediately turn his head towards him with a look of fear.

"Already," said Marcel in a soft voice.

The man took out a black card from his wallet. Then he threw it at Marcel making the little boy look at him confused.

"After school, take Nanny shopping to the toy store! Buy whatever you like," tell Ozan flat to make Marcel smile brightly.

Ozan did not answer. He continued his activities, Marcel looked towards Ozan with meaningful eyes. Every now and then he glanced at the bread knife in his hand.

I don't know what's on the little boy's mind the victim of physical and mental abuse by his father.

The sound of a high heels knocking on the floor made Ozan and Marcel turn to the left. Marcel's face turned worried when he saw his mother's face with bruises.

So did Ozan who was surprised, because usually Freya always covered the scar on her face with makeup.

"Mrs …"

"What's wrong with your face?" ozan asked coldly making Freya smile cynically.

"Why? I'm getting pretty?" Freya asked back to make Ozan stunned, because Freya was no longer silent.

Usually the woman was silent a thousand languages before her, speaking occasionally when it came to Marcel.

"The more you see!" hiss Ozan made Freya look coldly at the man.

"An ant will run when its nest is stepped on!" freya's reply was full of meaning.

The two look at each other. It was as if there were sparks between the two. Freya had raised the war flag, as had Ozan who was happily fighting Freya.

"Wait for me, Ozan," Inner Freya grinned viciously.

"It looks like my kitten is already a lioness," inner Ozan smiled cynically.

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