A Former Concubine-in-Law
Alena's fear

"Le, what's wrong with you?"

A woman holds onto Alena's shoulder, her best friend calls her and takes her out. Here they are, in a nightclub.

"Why?" added again. She knows that Alena's life doesn't go well sometimes. Loving someone, but not being loved is painful. He was confused by Serkan's attitude, the man sometimes spoiled Alena, but sometimes can be cold when it comes to something he does not like.

"Married again."

"What?" that one word made Tasya's two eyes perfectly round, as if they were going out of place. He was so shocked and incredulous.

"Can't you?"

Tasya admitted, although Serkan a widower, but the charm is able to bewitch you, whether still a teenager or an adult. There was even once a teenager who still wore gray white expressed love for Serkan in front of Alena.

"Because of Azzam, that woman was Azzam's fiancee."

"Is Serkan crazy?" pekik Tasya's. He does not believe that Serkan married his former son-in-law because Azzam is dead.

"Even Abhi asked her to give birth to a child." Alena Stintih. He was really frustrated with Serkan. His heart was very sick on the outside and inside. Even if Serkan does not love his stepson's fiance, but the word married must be painful for many women.

"Please Len, I'm sure Serkan won't be targeted by him."

"If that's what I know, but I'm scared." He took a sip of his juice back, he was indeed at the club, but he asked for juice for not wanting to get drunk.

"It hurts, yes,"

"Serkan doesn't like it, just relax. You're just making Serkan feel bad for him." Tasya recalled what Alena said a few months ago, that her stepson wanted to marry a girl who had nothing and was an orphan. "She's a poor girl, sure Serkan won't like it. You take it easy, Len."

"Huh, right. Serkan won't love him, what else he's not the Serkan type."

"Already, everything is safe, but I'm not lucky yet."

"Now it's safe, so there's no need for you to rest." Tasya touched Alena's shoulder. "I'll support you,"

Drt

"Mrs, where are you?" ask Andreas. He looked at his weak master on the sofa. I don't know how many bottles Serkan spent indulging his anger lust.

"Why?"

"Mr is drunk and needs a Mistress,"

"All right, I'm going home" said Alena. He immediately rushed off after saying goodbye to Tasya, his best friend.

***

"Madam," Andreas lowered his head respectfully. He had moved Serkan's body from the sofa, although he had staggered. Even if Serkan does not need Alena when drunk because there are some Art, but just in case. He should keep calling Alena.

"Why can?" alena looked at Andreas. She asked why her husband was so drunk. Her husband had never been so drunk.

"Because of Madam's heart problem, I leave, I hope the madam can take care of the master."

Alena nodded, of course she would take care of Serkan. Because this man is the man he loves.

Alena compresses the burly body Serkan painstakingly. When he finished he kissed the lips of Serkan who became opium for him. "I miss you, Bhi. We haven't done it in a long time. I miss you so much,"

Alena kisses deep in Serkan's lips. Faintly the man opened his eyes and looked at Alena. The touch of Alena's hand down there made the object stiffen, because it dissolved the wife's game. Now Hand over who took over. She instead boils down to Alena's body and does it with a night of passion.