
“Are you the girl I'll be betrothed to?” davian asked directly, making Alena again blinked in shock. His brain works very slowly and he is confused how to answer it. Turns out right, this guy in front of him is Davian Fernandez. He didn't expect Davian to be this handsome.
“I-iya..” the answer is stamped.
Davian clucked, like an understatement. “I guess what kind of girl my parents always praise me for. Apparently you're nothing more than an ordinary girl I've met everywhere.” Davian said in passing. Alena was stunned to hear it. Why did he say that? is it true that he will marry a man with such a cold attitude?
With a worried heart, Alena follows Davian into the house. That's where the new problem arises. His parents decided to marry them off as soon as possible.
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Davian POV
Prasggl!!!
Kubanting a sloki filled a clear drink loudly to the floor. This is my frustration for the past week. How could my parents have decided to speed up my wedding with that girl named Alena? What's so good about that girl? he doesn't even come from a family with a good educational background like Jeane. She is just an ordinary girl, comes from a middle-class family and is just an ordinary university graduate in Jakarta. Not interesting one bit.
I really wonder why my parents are so proud of him in front of me. They always said that Alena was a kind, obedient, loving woman. Then what's the point if I don't love such a kind, obedient and loving girl?
I just want them to hear once, that I love Jeane. I intend to marry her after the inheritance of my father's company falls into my hands. That's why I've been working so hard for the last three years. But who would have thought if the terms of inheritance were I HAD TO MARRY ALENA!!!
“Why did you slam the glass? You know I bought it in Europe!!”
I turned for a moment towards Dion who was now shaking his waist in front of me. I don't mind his chatter. My problem is already complicated enough without having to be compounded by the rampage from him.
“I'll replace it. You take it easy. you're stingy.” Mumamku dazed. I realized that I had just finished one bottle of wine. I'm used to coming to Dion—'s house my best friend—if I'm upset. I know he always keeps a lot of wine in his house. And he was never stingy to give me even though the price wasn't cheap.
“Your problem is not resolved yet?” tanyanya took a chair beside me.
“Really? That's a big disaster. What about Jeane? You promised you'd marry her, didn't you?”
I smiled bitterly at the ridiculous agreement I had made on my birthday a few weeks ago. In front of my friends who I invited to the party, I said that I was going to question him soon. It happened before Dad selfishly said I should marry that girl named Alena Kezia if I want to get inheritance rights over the company.
“What if you elope just?”
I told him immediately his head as soon as the irresponsible sentence slid from his mouth.
“You want my mother to kill herself!” my yelling.
“OK..” Dion rubbed his head.
I sighed again after realizing now it was time to perform a boring ritual like a wedding dress fitting. Oh, my God, if I had a time machine. I want to go to another dimension at this time. I really don't want to meet that girl.
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Time passed without feeling. The luxury wedding of the Hyundai department store owner's son was finally held at the star hotel. Everyone is happy, not least a girl who stands next to the man who a while ago became her husband, Alena Kezia.
Although Davian smiled, deep down Alena realized that it was just a fake smile to trick people. And he felt very guilty about it.
In a corner of the party hall, a girl stood with a glare fixed on the two happy-looking brides ahead. His heart was like a knife saw the man he loved standing with other women in the guarantee. He was always confident that he would occupy that position. Not that girl Alena Kezia.
“Alright, Davian. You who have made me into a wicked woman” muttered with a heavy and sharp voice, his eyes piercing towards Davian who was smiling kindly at the people who congratulated him.
Is not betrayal capable of turning one's heart into a demon?