Loving a Second Cousin (Can't Turn Away)
Become a demon

It was early in the morning, but Rega had just finished his act.

An action that made him groan several times in sipping the delights of the heaven of the world.

Rega stared at the back that was behind him shaking from crying. Rega knew what he was doing was a mistake. But he has no other way than this. Is not love blind, that is the proposition of justification which it holds.

Without a word Rega put a glass of water on the nightstand near where Dhira was lying. "Drink, I'll take a shower first." Rega left Nadhira still sobbing to the bathroom.

"I don't care what I'm going to face. I'll hold you for as long as I want Dhira." Rega contacted his confidant.

"Ben, burn the female apartment unit I was referring to yesterday. Put the body in it as if it were an accident do as wean as possible and make sure there's no trace of it." Rega immediately disconnected the call when he got an answer from sebrang.

Rega flushed his body with cold water, hissing by hissing coming out of Rega's mouth as pain pounced on his body, dhira's claws were everywhere even the man's shoulders and hands were severely injured due to the actions of the woman's teeth that he had forced.

Dhira himself stared at the glass filled with water on the nightstand, he was too weak to just get up. Angry, disappointed collected in his throat but he did not have the slightest energy to act further, he could only cry silently in his place. Until a thought came to his mind.

"The savage."

His hands stretched out trying to reach the glass on the nightstand, with the rest of the energy he had he slammed as he held the glass up the nightstand, until the glass.

CAST ...

There was a sharp flake in his hand,

Dhira slashed his own veins, without the ringissan Dhira enjoying the pain that was afflicting him.

Rega who heard the sound of shards hastily finished her bath. He was looking for a kimono towel that somehow did not exist, finally he took a short towel that was there. And when Rega came out of the bathroom, how surprised he was when he saw Nadhira drooping on the bed with a drenched blood also with his left hand slashed. Rega did not know how deep the wound was. Without a second thought he took his phone back and called his assistant Ben.

While waiting for his assistant to arrive, Rega stopped the bleeding as much as possible with a makeshift device. He wrapped around the cloth to block out more blood.

"Dhira why are you so determined?" his worried face could not be hidden.

Ben arrived with what he needed.

Dhira is taken to a hospital which is still in the shade of Rega, which is sure his secret will be awake.

Fortunately, the wound that Dhira experienced was not too severe, only requiring a few stitches and two pumpkin blood bags that were transfused into Nadhira's body.

Dhira began to blink both eyelids, getting used to the light that entered his manic, whether he was dead in heaven or in hell he thought. But the smell of the hospital's signature medicinal scent silenced his smell. Dhira recognized the smell, and it means he is not dead yet he is still alive in this world. Damn it he thought.

When his eyes are perfectly open the voice he hates the most the first he hears.

"Nadhira. Listen to this carefully, and plant it in your stupid brain. This is the last time you act stupid. Once again you do this while I still desire to have you, then I do not hesitate to inject you into paralysis, and I will throw you out in the midst of a pack of hungry tigers, imagine for yourself what will happen to your body." Rega looks no kidding with his words he went to leave Dhira with some burly people who guard him.

"Why did Rega turn into a Devil." Inner Dhira was crying.