Little Wife
CHAPTER 1

A five-year-old boy was staring at a woman who was lying helplessly. His empty eyes were now crying without a sound. His fingers were tightly interlocked as if holding back a feeling that was like wanting to break from his heart.

She is Lora Queenera.

" Lora, Aunt is sorry for your mother's passing. " Take a woman to him. Not only said, the middle-aged woman also hugged Lora's body tightly hoping that Lora was not so hit and still the spirit of running her life.

There was still no answer, I don't know how many neighbors came to say the word mourn, but the five-year-old was still unmoved. His eyes could not be separated from the face of his mother who was covered in cloth as if demanding an answer to what was happening now.

The funeral was over, but Lora was still expressionless, some neighbors had asked if she was okay or not, but Lora still remained silent. When she arrived at the house that had been lived with her mother in recent months, Lora became so emotional when she saw her portrait with the mother who was smiling so beautifully. Lora stared intently as if she was angry until her eyes were red and shed tears. He grabbed the photo and threw it on the floor firmly.

Prangs!

Lora did not make a sound, with her sharp eyes that kept shedding tears she kept staring sharply.

" Liar! " Say Lora to the photo she threw on the floor. Angry, his hands also clenched tightly to the point of trembling.

" Mommy said she'd take care of me forever, I said I'd always be there for me! A liar! " Lora now started to hiccup but her eyes remained staring in anger. He was angry, disappointed, also very sad about what happened. He was only five years old, but he had to live alone without his mother again even though the sweet words that his mother always said about love, promises to accompany, keep, and care until adulthood. Whither? Whereabouts? Where did the promise disappear? Why is it so easy for people to promise and just die before fulfilling their promises?

" I hate it! I hate Mom! You should never die alone, you should take me, I can't if I'm not with you. " Lora was sitting limp on the floor while continuing to cry. Where is he going now? Who will he live with? Even if you want to find Father and his twin sister is also impossible because they have lived abroad since the divorce of his parents.

" Lora's? " A woman who is none other than her mother's best friend is now coming home because she hears a broken item.

" Lora, come with Auntie, okay? Let Aunt take care of you, Aunt Promise will be good to you. "

The size of that hand, and that warm smile seemed sincere. Lora who was then crushed and lost her direction could only thrust her hand to grab the warm hand that was outstretched to her.

Day after day Lora spent as much as possible being a filial child, she was never spoiled at all. She does everything she can, from doing household chores, to helping to look after the child of the woman who takes care of her, even school was almost never Lora brought pocket money because it did not feel good. But, today as if all her sacrifices were not enough, sixteen-year-old Lora must feel the pain of the wounds of life when the husband of the woman who cared for her abused her. How pathetic? Aye! But Lora's suffering wasn't enough.

Come today, the day Lora graduated high school, the woman who took care of her, or just call her foster mother was not as sincere as it was taking care of her. Under the pretext of feeling pity, he gave shelter and also food to Lora, but in reality he kept hidden intentions all along. His adoptive mother turns out to have a large debt with a famous rich man and already has two wives, his intention is to thrust Lora as a form of payment. Looking at the beautiful Lora, the man of course did not refuse, he immediately agreed to it and waited just as Lora graduated high school.

Suppose like most stories in novels that run away from marriage and find a new love is also a prince, then it is inversely proportional to Lora. The girl could only cry bitterly because she could not escape a single step, and was forced to marry the thirty-year-old man.

" Take off your shirt, or will I take it off? " Task the man, the man whose blink of an eye has become her husband. He is Hanzel, the son of a wealthy businessman, and now he is also the successor of the father's business. No wonder he already had two wives before, because besides he was rich, he also had a very handsome face.

" Mister, please don't do this. " Pinta Lora, the beautiful girl could only clasped tightly to hold back the fear until her body trembled. Though it was not his wish like this, then why did he have no other choice?

The man smiled obliquely, his gaze looking so eager to pounce on Lora.

" You think four hundred and twenty million is a little bit? The money is not even worth buying you. So don't test my patience, at least you have to show me that you can do something fun so I don't feel good about the money. "

Lora bit her lower lip with eyes that unceasingly wiped away the tears. Wh why? Though he is not in debt, but why he has to pay it, even with his body as well.

" Mister, please don't do this. " Lora asked with a pleading gaze as Hanzel grabbed her chin and made her face lift looking at her.

" I'm really wondering if you're a really nice girl, or if you're wearing a mask. " Hanzel pulls Lora's arm, dragging her for her to throw on the bed ignoring how Lora keeps crying and begging to be let go.

" No! Sir, please don't! " Hanzel did not hear it, he just became more eager to do what he really wanted. With impetuousness Hanzel tore off the clothes Lora was wearing, forcibly removing all the cloths attached to her body, holding both of Lora's hands overhead, stretching his legs and without caring began to do husband and wife activities.

" It feels cramped, but I'm sure it's not the first for you, right? "

Lora held onto the cloth to cover her body. Only a crying voice came out from his lips. I don't know when this suffering will end, but after what happened a few years ago, and also today, he has started to no longer expect happiness that is impossible for him to feel.

Seriate.