Billionaire Bride
Extra Part - 3. Damian is jealous (part 1)

Flashback 3 years ago…

Damian's car drove down the road near the beach. Not the beach Hanna used to see in her hometown, but the beach in Bali. After her marriage to Hanna, Damian did not take Hanna on her honeymoon abroad as most newlyweds do on their honeymoon, but Damian took Hanna to her beachfront home in Bali.

The car entered the garage. Something is different about that house. The house looks more and more beautiful with the paint changing colors. It looks sweeter.

“You changed this house paint?” hanna asked, getting out of the car.

“Hemm,” Damian replied. Hanna glanced at her husband who was also out of his car, the man from before marriage until now was married so that was his luggage, just talk as necessary.

Hanna stood looking up at the house, because the house was on a hill. Damian stood up to block his view.

“You must not long stand staring at this house,” Damian said, staring at Hanna.

“Why?” hanna asked in astonishment, her gaze turned to look at Damian.

“You can only look at me,” Damian replied, making Hanna laugh.

“Dear, do you like to seduce now? Though you used to have absolutely no romantic-romantic,” said Hanna with her beaming face, but Damian's reaction was normal.

“Absolutely you deserve to be wooed?” damian's words make Hanna resentful, already flattered to be dropped.

“Of course, why not?” hanna answered turning sullen. Damian doesn't know how to make a woman's heart happy.

“Let's go in,” take Damian, his hand reach for Hanna's waist, they also walk side by side up the stairs to the house.

“You changed the interior too?” hanna asked, taking her eyes out when they were already inside the house.

“Of course, good right?”ask Damian. Hanna nodded.

He saw the man climb the stairs to the room above and then to the glass door that was opened by sliding it sideways. The door is connected to the swimming pool. The same door as the one in the room.

As soon as the door opened, the beach breeze blew so cold. Damian walks down the edge of the pool. Hanna followed him from behind.

“You like to stay here?” ask Hanna.

“I feel more suitable to stay here, than we honeymoon abroad,” Damian replied.

Suddenly Hanna precedes him and hinders Damian's steps, causing Damian to stop, looking at each other.

“Why? You don't like living here?” ask Damian.

“You're like short of money, honeymoon period here? We'll stay here once,” complained Hanna.

“I will be short of money if every fuck I have to spend hundreds of millions,” Damian said, making Hanna laugh.

Hanna stepped closer, her body stuck with Damian's body, she looked up at Damian's face.

“Damian, if the wife should not be stingy, later the regime drag,” said Hanna with serious mimic.

Damian stared back at the woman who was now his wife, looking down slightly to make her nose touch with Hanna's minimalist nose.

“If it's about money you're very good at talking,” Damian said.

“If the wife is the Minister of finance in the household,” Hanna replied with a smile.

“Since when did my wife become Finance Minister?” ask Damian.

“From then on,” replied Hanna, still with her smile.

Seeing Hanna's thin lips make Damian want to kiss her. His hand immediately hugged Hanna, and he lowered his face to kiss her, but his movements stopped when he heard the doorbell.

Ting Nung's! Ting Nung's!

“Darling, we are married why is the disturbance still always coming? just piss me off,” Damian complained.

Seeing Damian's grim face, Hanna immediately stood on her tiptoes and kissed her husband's lips.

“I've kissed you,” he said as he took off his kiss.

Ting Nung's! The doorbell rings again.

“You're waiting for someone?” hanna asked Damian.

“No,” Damian replied, shaking his head.

“So who came?” ask Hanna.

“Try me to see,” said Damian, while taking off his embrace, he left the pool into the house, Hanna inevitably followed him, he was curious who was visiting when they had just arrived.

Hanna stopped her steps up the stairs when she saw Damian open the door.

Damian was shocked to see who was coming, Arya! I Made Arya! What'd that guy want to come here?

“You? What are you doing here?” damian asked curiously, his face immediately sour at Arya's presence.

“I brought a new painting for Hanna,” replied Arya, showing a large box wrapped in brown paper on Damian.

“Hanna don't need that painting!” damian said still with a tinge.

“Arya! Howareyou? Long time no see!” hanna exclaimed, trying to be friendly to her guests.

“Good, good news, I brought a new painting for you! Look at! This painting is so good!” arya replied, looking at Hanna with a happy smile. He lifted the thing in his hand as he stepped past Damian.

Damian who saw Arya come in felt bad instead of playing.

“Eh I didn't tell you to come in!” hardik Damian's.

“I only need to Hanna,” replied Arya, making Damian even more upset, did Arya not know that she was Hanna's rightful husband now?

“Arya! You're getting more handsome now!” praise Hanna, when it's in front of Arya.

Seeing Hanna smile at Arya and praising her handsome makes Damian feel annoyed by her behavior, which he thinks is frenetic. He glanced sharply at his wife.

“See this painting! It's very similar to your home right?” exclaimed Arya, while opening the painting.

Hanna watched the painting, Damian standing not far from them. Both his hands were folded in his chest, he was holding back the anger now, he did not like Hanna getting along with the man let alone the man was Arya, a handsome guy who looked bourgeois, he felt wanted by Arya.

Hanna receives a painting from Arya and stares at the painting.

“You're right, it's very much like this house!” hanna exclaimed, then turned to Damian.

“Damian, look at this! The painting is very similar to the position of this house right?” hanna asked, showing Damian the painting.

Damian looked at the painting, it was true that it was very similar to the position of their house. But since she doesn't like Arya, Damian still puts on his sour face.

“Not really, many such houses, the market!” answer Damian with a sniff.

“Really? But I think it's very similar,” said Hanna, looking back at the painting while frowning her forehead, she didn't feel that the person she was talking to was jealous.

“You do not have an art taste,” complained Hanna to Damian, then turned to Arya.

“This painted him your favorite painter right?” ask Hanna.

“Yes, if you want me to be able to get you acquainted with him, you can ask him to paint you, how?” tawar Aryans.

Hanna will answer but is cut off by Damian.

“No painting! This painting is ugly, if Hanna is painted the result will be worse,” Damian said, walking closer and standing in front of Hanna, blocking his view Arya.

“No, he's a professional painter,” exclaims Arya.

“No, the painting is ugly, you're the one with low taste,” Damian said.

“Damian, what are you talking about? Can't scoff at the work of such people,” said Hanna, habil holding Damian's hand.

“You've already given the painting, go there!” throw Damian to Arya.

“Damian can I be painted?” hanna asked, still behind Damian's back. The man immediately turned his body.

“I told you already, the painting is ugly, you'll be even uglier when it's painted,” Damian said, making Hanna frown.

“What do you mean I'm ugly, so it's not worth painting?” ask Hanna. Damian did not answer.

“Heh, let's get out of my house, I told you not to come here again!” throw Damian out with a ketus.

“Iya, I also just a moment,” said Arya.

Damian looked at Hanna.

“Get your friends go!” damian said, then left the room. Arya stared at his departure in confusion.

“Your brother is very strange. It seems like he really doesn't like me,” Arya said as she turned to Hanna who was now looking at him.

“Arya, he is not my brother, he is my husband,” Hanna replied making Arya surprised and looking at Hanna.

“What? Your husband? Didn't you say he was your brother?” arya asked, confused.

“He's my husband, we're married, ” Hanna replied.

Arya looked up to hear it, clearly Hanna insisted on saying not her wife, it was really confusing! It turns out that she had made a mistake she had no idea that the man was really Hanna's husband.

Hanna could see the disappointed look in Arya's eyes, but she didn't want to extend this conversation.

“Alright, I'm home now. I apologize to your husband,” Arya said.

“Yes, thanks for the painting. How much do I have to pay for it?” ask Hanna.

“No need, it's your wedding gift,” replied Arya, without saying much wrong, she moved out of the room. Hanna escorts him until Arya gets in her car, and waves her hand as the car drives away.

Damian sat on a chair on his balcony on the top floor, he could see Hanna driving Arya to her car from there, her heart burning with jealousy.

Feeling someone watching, Hanna looked up at the Balcony. Seeing Hanna turn her head towards him, Damian went back to reading his newspaper, blocking his face with the newspaper.

Hanna was silent at Damian's attitude, she just realized, it looks like someone is jealous.

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