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

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The car that drove Frey stopped in the spacious courtyard of Miles' residence. Frey slowly opened his eyes and then took a deep breath. James got out of the car to open the door for his boss.

"We're here, sir." James smiled. His hand is stretched out.

Frey nodded, then got out of the car. "Thank you, James. You can go home and rest." he said with a brief smile.

"Good sir. Tomorrow I'll come back to pick you up." James said with a small smile as he bowed his body.

"Oh, yeah. As for today's matter, I don't want to hear the news regarding the events at that club."

"Everything has been cleared, sir. You don't have to worry."

Frey nodded his head. He then took a few steps back so that the car could turn. James got back in the car and sat in the steering wheel. He then stepped on the gas pedal to get his car out of Miles' yard.

Frey took a deep breath and stared for a moment at the mansion. Then he stepped in when Bram opened the door for him.

"Good night, sir" said Bram, bowing politely. The middle-aged man is Mr. Bram who has worked for a long time in Miles' house.

"Good night. You can rest now" said Frey smiling and stepping up again.

But Mr. Bram's call stopped Frey's move "Master,"

Frey turned her body to look at the middle-aged man. "Hmmm? why Mr Bram?"

"Cruelly ago Miss Miles slammed all the stuff in her room. He even went to the cellar and brought sharp objects there. I'm sorry sir, I didn't stop Mrs Miles' anger." The man looked down with regret.

Frey fell silent and pegged in place. "To the cellar? Why would mommy bring a sharp object there?"

The deg!

Suddenly he remembered the woman Victoria had locked up underground. The woman he married a few days ago.

"What don't-don't....?"

Frey took a short breath and looked at the middle-aged manic eye.

"Now where's mommy?"

"Now he's in his room, sir." Answer Bram slowly.

Frey nodded. "All right, I'm going straight there. Thank you Mr. Bram, now you can rest."

Bram bowed his body in salute. "I'll excuse you, sir."

Frey just nodded and smiled at Mr. Bram. He waited until the man entered his room. Frey took another breath, then stepped towards Victoria's bedroom door.

Tok.dok...

Frey knocked three times on that door. There is no lawfulness. Frey readies his heart. He did his ritual. Exhaling his breath through his mouth. Trying to stabilize her breath to face Victoria. She was very sure, Victoria knew that Bastian was dead at her hands. Frey opened the door slowly.

THE CZECH!

Not to mention her body going into the room, Victoria had already thrown a glass at her.

" Fucking!!! "

The glass girder broke, hitting the wall as Frey opened the door knob. Frey closed his eyes, he still managed to catch his breath to stop the pounding of his heart from being shocked.

Who else would have done it if it wasn't Victoria if it was angry would have thrown the glass at him. The ear-splitting voice stopped, now all that was left was a gripping sense of silence. Highlight Victoria's sharp eyes as if they were able to pierce Frey's heart at this moment.

"What are you doing mommy?"

"Kill you." Victoria said calmly without any burden.

"Why does mommy want to kill me?"

Victoria smiled cynically. He stepped long and approached to deliver a punch right in Frey's chest. Frey staggered back.

"You still dare to ask after what you did?" victoria cried out with a stirring emotion. Frey remained calm. He smiled wryly there.

"What do you think, I don't know what you're doing with Bastian. How long are you like this?" fierce Victoria looked at him sharply.

Frey squeezed his hand firmly, looking back at Victoria sharply. Again, that word he heard from the woman who gave birth to him. Frey took another breath while closed.

"Did mommy never be ashamed of you like this? Are you dating a man who is far below your age? Is mommy a normal woman?" frey yelled, making Victoria flinch.

"When is mommy like this?"

"You dare to yell at me! You dick! " chanted Victoria swung her hand to slap Frey's cheek. However, before that happened Frey had already caught Victoria's hand. Frey gives a sharp look, making it uncomfortable.

"I'm not the kid you always beat mom. All that I do is make mommy realize the mistake. Stop being a j*lang woman. Be a precious woman in your son's eyes."

"What????"

After saying that, Frey turned around wanting to leave the room.

"You don't see what your wife is like now Frey" Victoria said with a cynical smile.

Frey's steps suddenly stopped. His position is still on his back.

"You think only you can do that? I can also do it to the woman who is now your wife" Victoria said with a furious face.

Frey is still trying to digest. However, a split second his face suddenly changed. "What do not-don't sharp objects that mommy brought to...." Frey could not continue his sentence. He turned around and approached Victoria.

"What do you mean?" Frey said with a worried expression. If anything happens to that woman, she can't avenge herself on the Wyanet family.

Victoria folded her hands in front of her chest, calmly answering her. "You see for yourself!"

Without a second thought, Frey took a long step out of the room.

"Frey, I threw the keys in the closet. You won't be able to open the door." cried Victoria with a laugh. A second of his laughter disappeared with the silence of the night.

"Frey...are you listening to me?" Shouts again.

There was no response from Frey. Victoria again expressed her anger.

"Aaaarrrrgggghh..!" Victoria cried hysterically.

PRANGS!

The crystal ceramic on the nightstand just blew it away. Sharp flakes flew and scattered on the white floor. His emotions did not improve. His breath was stifled as it held back emotions.

The light beam above the nightstand seemed to continue chasing after him, laughing at him. Victoria hated the glare of the room lights that seemed to expose her.

Victoria clutched her hair in frustration. "Based on a son of a bitch! You dare do that to mommy, Frey? I am the owner of this house and I have power over everything here. There's nothing I'm afraid of. You mean fucking kid!"

Not satisfied, Victoria took a long step to take the lamp. A few seconds later, the lamp was struck against the wall of his room. All of his expensive perfume broke without any residue. His room turned into a mess. Victoria took a furious breath. His jaw tightened. His eyes shine brightly.

"Are you the only one who can do that, Frey? If you keep like this. You will never have happiness either. Let's just see!" he said with a furious tone.

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Frey took a long step and slightly ran towards the basement. He wondered what Victoria had done to the woman. The basement door is locked by a large padlock located behind the kitchen. The door was emitting a yellow light that burst out through the sidelines of the door. There was a faint sound coming from inside the basement door.

Curiosity and despair led Frey to break down the door. However, it didn't work. With a big hammer, Frey smashed the padlock. Eventually the door opened and Frey could enter it. The dark, stuffy basement left Frey unable to find a socket. He's never been to this basement.

With the help of a light lamp from his phone, Frey came down the stairs slowly.

"Hey...are you listening to me?" call Frey slowly. There is no lawfulness. Silence, all that was heard was the sound of her footsteps.

"Hey where are you?" Frey shines his flashlight into every corner of the room.

Suddenly the flashlight pointed towards the figure of the woman lying helplessly. His hands are tied backwards. The woman muttered indistinctly with her eyes closed.

Frey panicked and ran. He lifted the woman's face and patted her on the cheek repeatedly. He took something to remove the rope that tied the unconscious woman's hand.

Frey manages to untie the rope and pulls Yara's body into her embrace. "Hey wake...You can't die yet. You're still dealing with me." Said Frey patting the woman's cheek strongly.

There is no lawfulness. Without a second thought, Frey immediately carried Yara's body with both hands and carried Yara out of the basement. He immediately asked for help from Mr. Bram who suddenly appeared there. Mr. Bram couldn't sleep, because he heard a noise from Mrs Miles' room. Bram quickly contacted the family doctor. Giving first aid to the unconscious woman.

SERIATE.....

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