Hidden Rich Man's
Part 2

The wedding dress is attached to the body of a twenty-four year old young woman. This should have been her wedding day with the lover she had been dreaming of all this time. But fate is testing it. The marriage that was supposed to be for her, turned into the marriage of her twin brother.

Although heavy and hurt, but want how else. He had to give up on his sister, his twin brother. I want to try to be okay, but it's hard. His relationship with Erland was no problem, suddenly on the day of his marriage got a painful slap. Fenny, her twin sister is pregnant with Erland's child.

“Argh ...,” raung Felly clawed at the cloth-covered table in front of him. It was really broken into pieces. His chest was broken from betrayal. What's her lack until the person she loves stabs in the back? He always does good, he never does wrong or hurts others.

That woman is Felly Adithama Wilson. The daughter of one of the successful businessmen in his country. A beautiful, mature, humble woman, one of the successors of Excelent Group, and a sister who always protects her sister.

Including today, Felly protects her sister from the scorn that her sister might get if the stomach gets bigger. He chose to give up on behalf of his family. Plus, the urge from Papa Rey and Mama Kyara to give up her wedding day.

Felly stared nanar forward, where a pair of brides were on display. “I should be there, smiling, greeting the invited guest, holding Erland,” his sigh.

Felly again downed the change given by the waiter earlier. He was not used to drinking alcohol, but his mood was bad. His head that feels dizzy even he let, and still try to spend the drink.

His tears kept pushing out, he fussed indistinctly by beating his claustrophobic chest. “Home I keep my crown, it turns out he does not keep his manhood for me.” His head was repeatedly smashed at the table. Dizziness, only five glasses he drank. There is still a lot left in the bottle.

Felly really can no longer drink liquids that contain alcohol with levels of twenty percent. He massaged his temples that felt pulsating. Her eyes looked back to the front, where the couple was still there. He smiled smirk. “May you be happy.”

The woman left. He wants to leave the room that makes it crowded if he continues to be in there. He did not care about the strange gaze given by the invited guests present.

Felly staggered, he was unbalanced, and his gaze was also blurry. Maybe the effect he was drunk. Very weak, even though five glasses alone have made it like that.

From a short distance, Danesh saw Felly. Starting to stagger, my eyes, and tears that continue to come out from behind the eyelids Felly was seen by Danesh.

Felly and Danesh walk each other in different directions, Felly out and Danesh towards the entrance into the ballroom. Until they cross paths. There is no reprimand between the two.

Felly stopped his steps. He turned to look at the back of Danesh who was about to reach for the ballroom door. “Hei .. you, waiter,” call him.

Danesh stopped his hand to open the big door. He looked around, looking for another servant. It turned out that only he was wearing a servant's shirt. Feeling called, he turned his body and looked at Felly. A woman who looks worried. “I?” He wanted to make sure he was called.

“Ya!” Felly nodded.

Danesh slowly approached. “There can be helped?” tanyakanya.

Felly did not reply, he observed Danesh's appearance from top to bottom. His head was pressed against the face of the stranger to make it clearer. Handsomest. He murmured in his heart.

Danesh raised his eyebrows in wonder. This pathetic woman was really strange to him. But from the smell, he could tell if the person in front of him was drunk. “You need something?” He asked back.

Hearing the question a second time, made Felly raise the corner of her lips. He nodded many times with a fast rhythm. “Sleep with me! I'll pay you whatever you want!” her door.

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