Let Me Love Your Wife (Not an Ex)
Weddings

Two days have passed since Elle met Reyvan. Now, the day she so hated had arrived, the day she had to marry Maverick Shane.

"God is not on my side," Elle said when she had to sit in front of the mirror and let her face self MUA.

"Sir, please don't cry again yes, later mekapnya broken. Mr. Erick is waiting for you, "the MUA rebukes. Although his lips were commenting on a smile, but his eyes were implying annoyance. Understandably, Elle has been messy many times just because of tears.

"Sorry." Elle answered briefly.

Shortly after, the door was knocked from the outside. Maverick is coming. His eyes stared intently at Elle. He was annoyed to see the soft look on that pretty face.

"Still long?" ask Maverick to MUA.

"It's over, sir."

"Go!" maverick's orders to the MUA.

Elle lowered her head and gripped her long dress. His eyes are back heating up. Then, he bit his lips so that tears do not spill like before.

"Is it that bad to marry me?" Maverick asked as he approached Elle.

"I don't love you. You know that, right?" elle replied with a tremble.

Maverick smiled in anguish. Then, grabbing Elle's chin and forcing her to raise her face. Now, the two's gaze met in the mirror.

"It's good that you don't love me" Maverick said.

Elle turned away with a faint smile, "From your answer, it is clear that you do not love me. Then why did you ask me to get married? You know I have a boyfriend and we love each other. You separated us just for the sake of this unclear relationship?"

Maverick lowered his face to Elle's face.

"Because I need you" he said firmly.

Elle was silent while gnashing quickly. A little he could guess where Maverick was going. 'Need', it must be something not far from intimate things. An adult man who has a lot of treasures, let alone what is needed in addition to a bed warmer.

Although there is a lot of news that Maverick is gay, but Elle does not believe it. Maverick was once married and had children. If it's gay, then maybe it could happen.

Now, that man has been a long time widower. Elle believes she is lonely and hungry, so look for a woman who can serve her passion, and that woman is herself.

Elle was so sick of imagining this. But damn, that sickening thing will happen from today.

"I hope our marriage doesn't last long. I was so waiting for the day you got bored with me, then dumped me and looked for my successor, "inner Elle.

"I don't want to see you moody anymore, let alone cry. As a husband, I will be responsible for all your needs, including Alroy's medical expenses. I will treat you well too. So, be good to be a wife! Don't offend me or do anything that tarnishes my name" Maverick said.

Elle did not reply and only returned Maverick's glance.

"Don't keep holding on to anger.

Trust me, this marriage is not bad. At least .. forget it!" Maverick snorted as he turned to the edge of the bed, leaving Elle curious about the sentence just now.

The next second, Maverick and Elle were both silent. Each struggles with different thoughts, Maverick with his problems and Elle with his own problems.

After calming down, Maverick got up and went back to Elle.

"Let's get out! Penghulu has come since," Maverick asked as he reached out.

Maverick and Elle went out of the room, to the place that had been reserved for the contract.

Elle looked around, was amazed by the very luxurious and elegant decor. I don't know how much budget Maverick spent to rent the place—Hotel Luxury—the best hotel in the Capital City.

Shortly after, Maverick and Elle arrive at the contract. On a red carpet decorated with beautiful flowers, the ruler was waiting near a small table. There is also Marissa and the judge who acted as guardian of the deceased Elle's father, while her brother and uncle are on other continents.

"Can we start?" ask the ruler when Maverick and Elle are already sitting in his place.

"Yes." Yeah."

Since the bride and groom are ready, the ruler says basmallah and prayers. Then, shake Maverick's hand and hold a kabul ijab.

"I marry you Maverick Shane Bin Edwin Bagaskara with Elleane Zee Bint Andres Benedict Zee with a dowry of one hundred grams of gold paid in cash."

"I accept Elleane Zee Binti Andres Benedict Zee's marriage with a dowry of one hundred grams of gold paid in cash."

A drop of Elle's tears fell along with the 'legitimate' cries of the witnesses.

"From this moment my life will change. I will bear the status of the wife of a man I have never loved, "Elle's inner self, cursing, holding back tears from coming out.

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The hour hand shows at 07:00 p.m., Elle sitting alone in front of a mirror, inside a hotel room. He stared at the self-reflection conjured perfectly by the MUA.

This time, Elle wasn't wearing a veil like it was earlier this afternoon. Her hair is neatly carried with a beautiful crown decoration, complete with lace fabric that dangles until it touches the waist.

"I've become a wife" Inner Elle grasped the gold bracelet Maverick paired after the contract.

"Somehow I'm going through all this." Elle looked up as she blinked, as her tears again pressed out.

Shortly after, Elle is shocked by the phone's shakes. Alroy sent the message. The man was worried about his condition because from morning he did not send messages or answer the phone.

[I'm fine, brother. Today was busy, even now I am still in the office. I'll call you tomorrow again, yeah]

After sending a reply message containing a lie, Elle put back her phone. Then, he put on high hells and sprayed white rose parfumes all over the body. He gets ready while waiting for Maverick to pick him up.

In a different place, Reyvan was also getting ready to come to the event. Although painful, but he tried to come without looking fragile. He wanted to show Maverick that he was not a weak man.

Before leaving, Reyvan looked back at his appearance. After feeling perfect, he exited the room and rushed to the garage. Then, get in the car and drive it at high speed.

Forty minutes later, Reyvan arrives at the Luxury Hotel. He let out a long sigh and exhaled slowly, doing so repeatedly to have the tightness in the chest slightly reduced.

Once it calmed down, Reyvan got out of the car and walked towards the ballroom. Apparently, there were a lot of guests coming.

"Good night, Mr. Rey," said one of the relations.

"Good night," Reyvan replied with a wry smile.

Tonight, he had no mood to talk much. The purpose of coming to this reception is to meet the bride, not the others.

"Elle," Reyvan said as he looked at Elle's figure ahead.

Seriate...