Getting Stuck With A Fake Husband
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💌 ENTANGLED WITH FAKE HUSBAND 💌

🍀 HAPPY READING 🍀

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VISUAL FREY MILES.

Frey confirmed his suit and straightened and stepped into the house. His childhood home is well-preserved. Frey always stays and spends his time in this house. Frey steps into the living room with a whiskey bottle to accompany her tonight. A quiet night accompanies the beauty of the nighttime atmosphere from his childhood home. Frey opened the window. The air feels cold and refreshing. The bright sky decorated with scattered stars accompanied the dashing king of the night and shone brightly spread a glittering light.

Frey poured out the drink he had brought earlier. He looked back at the street, twirling his glass. Eliciting the sound of ice cubes that collide with the glass wall. His face was so calm, looking straight ahead. Frey took another breath, he again gulped down the drink he had in his hand. Some people are still seen passing even though the clock starts to climb at the figure at 00.10 pm. The sound of the window curtains fluttering in the wind. The air gets colder piercing into Frey's body.

From the appearance of Frey looks like an ordinary young man who does not have the privilege. But, no one knows that he is an introvert, or someone who has a condition where he prefers solitude and silence. For him peace only he gets when he is silent alone. Anxiety is when he is in the crowd, even when he is around his friends, he does not feel life. Of course this trait he did not get just from birth, all began when he was abandoned by the man who became his role model. And his heart became fractured since his mommy often changed partners.

Suddenly the phone's voice rang asking to be lifted, but because of the new number, Frey did not want to lift it. Then the sound died and was heard no more.

Frey took another drink in his hand. He kept watching the streets. His gaze locked without blinking.

The ringing of his phone voice rang again, Frey clucked while looking at the call, He

reading on his display phone. This time it was from someone she knew.

"Ehmm.yeah Rob?"

"Hey dude, God, why did you lift it so long?"

"What's up Robby? you don't usually call me. Is anything important?"

"Yes. It's very important and very important" Robby said on the phone. His voice sounded angry.

"What's that?" chase Frey.

"I just saw Alea here."

"What?" Frey was surprised, her face turned tense. The woman he loved so much suddenly disappeared and there was no news. Frey was silent for a moment. He squeezed the legged clear glass that was in his hand.

"I saw Alea, but strangely she avoided me dude. What happened to Alea, didn't she remind me?"

"Where did you see it?"

"In London."

DEG!

Frey was so shocked that he dropped the phone in his hand. His face stiffened.

"Hello? Frey, are you listening to me? hola... Frey... Frey?"

TIT

The call was cut off.

Bad memories are becoming clearer. Frey held back his anger, he gripped the legged clear glass until it broke and his hands spewed blood. His jaw tightened staring at the street. His breath came out stammering. As if carbon dioxide were stuck in the chest. Memories are too painful. How fate is so cruel. There are only memories that make it sad and hurt. Even her heart was crushed, torn apart and shattered as Alea left her.

Frey took a deep breath, trying to calm her heart. He stepped into the kitchen and brought her a cold drink. He went back to the sofa. Frey slammed into his body, leaning back the recline of the chair. He put his hand on his forehead and let his injured hand. Don't want to remember Alea anymore. Frey took a deep breath and exhaled back. Before long, Frey finally fell asleep on the couch.

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Her morning.

A beautiful morning, the sky looks bright blue with some soft white cloud coils. Slowly, Yara opened her eyes. It was morning, he did not know what time he was asleep last night. Afraid that the old man with the head of the plontos would sneak into his hotel room and snatch his crown.

Yara breathed a sigh of relief, apparently the man did not return to the hotel room at all. This is the first step to starting a new life as a false wife status. Yara smiled bitterly, why is it so painful? his heart was sliced off bit by bit. Leaving a painful dentum. He has to get through all this.

Fake marriage status? Yara smiled, even though it was a bitter smile. What if the old man did not accept this fake marriage? Yara wants to laugh, laugh at her stupidity, she really is the stupidest woman to accept this match. The only way is to be strong. Yara chose this path.

He got up to clean himself up.

Early morning was a precious hour for Yara, she could only encourage herself.

Suddenly I heard the bell of the hotel room. Yara frowned, looking at the door with a feeling of fear.

"What's not-don't he????"

Ting nong's!

The bell was heard again. Without a second thought Yara got up from her seat, stepped closer to open the door. Behind the door, a man stood giving his best smile. Politely the man bowed his body.

"Good morning Miss Miles, meet me James, personal assistant to Mr. Frey Miles." The man introduced himself.

Yara smiled kindly at the greeting of the man standing in front of her.

"Good morning, Mr. James." greeted Yara with a faint smile.

"You don't call me sir, just call me by name." James is uncomfortable.

"I was ordered by you, mistress of breakfast, I'll take you back to Miles' house" James said hesitantly.

"alright. Wait for me in half an hour. I'll have breakfast in the hotel room." Answer Yara.

"Of course I'm madam, then I'll have the hotel maid drop off your breakfast now." James said he resigned. However, before his steps were far away, Yara called out to him.

"Where is Mr Miles?" Ask Yara.

There was a hint of doubt emanating on the man's face, as he fell silent. A few seconds later he smiled. "I'm sorry, ma'am. Mr. Miles suddenly there was work that could not be left behind." James finally forced to say it.

"Oohh, I see" said Yara smiling sumringah. "Thank God." her heart.

"I'll excuse you, madam."

James walked away from the girl who had the status of his master's wife.

I don't know what his master thought, to hurt a woman as gentle as him. The woman is innocent.

"Non-faulty?" James is guilty of stupidity. How could he think of that sentence. If his master hears that, Mr. Frey can tear his heart apart. James shook his head.

The luxury car that took Yara slowly left the hotel.

No one opened their voices. The car continues to slide towards Miles' residence in the city of A.

Yara opened the car glass slightly, she enjoyed the wind that hit her face and hair. Today is a new chapter of his home life. He closed his eyes, momentarily forgetting the sadness of his heart.

It didn't take long for them to finally arrive. Yara took her breath, and finally Yara came down. His eyes were immediately filled with such a beautiful sight. This European style house, presented with walls made of glass. There are a variety of cypress flowers as well as forming a short fence. Yara stepped through the small garden. Suddenly James came to see him.

"I'm sorry ma'am, I went straight to the office to see Mr. Miles." James resigned.

"Okay, thanks James." Yara said later.

"Good, madam."

Yara smiled looking at the car that was getting away from her. He stepped back into the luxurious house.

"Why do I suddenly feel bad like this?" Yara repeatedly exhaled her breath.

This luxury house offers a design that relies on natural wood colors, for the ceiling and also furniture. There is a transparent glass wall. The classic wall details are elegant European style, enlivened with a red sofa with a list of gold that looks luxurious.

"Sad...It was only fitting that he could dispense 100 billion money so quickly. " Inner Yara.

Suddenly someone came to greet him.

"Good day, madam. I am the maid in this house. If you need anything, call me." A middle-aged woman greeted him kindly.

Yara could only nod her head with a smile.

"Mrs????" Victoria suddenly appeared from behind Yara. Yara was so shocked, she turned her body staring at the middle-aged woman who had a beautiful face and was still well-groomed.

The middle-aged woman lowered her head quickly. "Sorry lady."

"Who did you say madam in this house?" Victoria asked without letting go of her gaze to Yara.

"So Mr. James told me to serve this lady well."

Victoria closed her eyes in anger. He tries to be patient. "You didn't ask who he was?"

"Ma-" Not to mention the woman continued her sentence, Yara had already cut off her speech.

"I'm the wife of Frey Miles. You're satisfied!" Yara was not afraid at all.

"What???" Victoria was surprised. "You're Frey's wife?"

"Yes. I'm Mr. Miles' wife."

PLAKKK!

Victoria gives a slap on Yara's cheek. "Don't fuck around. How can you say you're Frey's wife!" Shouted Victoria.

Yara was so shocked when the woman in front of her slapped her. He touched his cheek, the heat spread from the former slap. His ears were buzzing and his vision was also full of fireflies.

"You slapped me?" Yara's eyes look red restraining emotions. A whole new life this time he was slapped.

"Yes, I slapped you to make you aware of your dreams. You cheap lady!"

The deg!

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