IVANA'S FAKE MARRIAGE
PILU

Once at home already showed at dawn. Ivana ran into the room, locked herself in. The anger that had already erupted exploded instantly.

Iv threw all the items in front of him. The two already red netra are adrift on the frames of the photo he and Marco that look very harmonious. In the photo, both of them laughed happily. No one believed Marco's betrayal. They're so harmonious.

Ivana is one of the most successful businessmen, although she gets everything from her parents' legacy, but Ivana can control an international company at an easy age. Although all his success can not be denied thanks to the help of Eduardo the uncle.

Marco was also successful with his efforts. The owners of several entertainment centers started night clubs and restaurants. Marco's efforts are no less impressive.

Prangs..

Prangs..

Ivana throws one by one the picture frames and Marco. "I hate you traitor! Hate you so much!", cried Ivana with a thunderous voice filled the large room. Although the room was soundproof did not rule out the possibility of still being heard from outside.

Not only that, Ela approached the ornamental table looking at her face in the mirror. His eyes are red and appear black color extending under his eyes due to mascara.

Ivana's fingers rubbed her lips with her palms. The longer he took turns to rub the lipstick on his lips. That pretty face instantly turned sinister.

"Bag you're Marco! Fuck you, Arciela! I hate you both!", Shouted Ivana howling filled her luxurious room. The woman's ruffled around the waist. I heard knocking on the door from outside.

Geck..

Geck..

"Miss Ivana? Is miss okay?"

"Miss Ivana..?"

A woman's voice sounded right from the door of her room.

"Non.open the door. Does she need my help?"

Ivana again refused to answer.

"Well, if the lady does not answer I will contact Mr. Eduardo and Miss Reg–"

"It's late, I want to rest Jacinta! I'm it's okay. I'm doing fine. You just continue your rest!", Ivana replied from inside the room without opening the door.

There is no Jacinta. After a while, the servant sounded. "All right, Miss Ivana. You're so excuse me, good night non. If miss needs anything I'm in the room, miss".

Ivana doesn't answer anymore. The girl sat in front of the table. Looked at his face that looked so sad.

"After a few years, I thought my happiness was so perfect. I'm in a meeting with Marco".

"Huh .."

"It's all so fake. I don't seem destined to be happy. Mommy, daddy, my brother all you took away in an instant. What would I live for if it was only misfortune that I felt".

"I think after my grief, you gave Marco. The most beautiful thing I had, replaced the sadness I felt after my family left me. Actuallyno. You gave me an asshole! I hate you!".

"Why you're not fair to me God. Wh why? What's wrong?"

Ivana sobs. He opened his drawer. Staring at the sharp scissors lying within it. With trembling hands the girl took it.

"There's no point in me living in this world. Everybody's going. I don't deserve to be happy. My destiny is just sadness and pain.."

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