Prilly'S Husband
Sly plan

Housten, Texas.

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Wilona Achiel, smiling cynically and looking at her eyes full of malice while staring at the Macbook screen in front of her while muttering, “we see how long you can be happy Prilly, Sophia.”

Five years ago her career was ruined because Sophia brought out the only proof of her scandalous rebuttal with Mike. Her reputation as a beautiful, calm and friendly artist is beyond help, everyone on social media condemns her, everyone sneers at her as a shameless hypocritical girl, the career he built with difficulty fell awake and occasionally had to sell his body to a disgusting old man in order to get a role in a film collapsed like a sand castle swept by the waves on the beach. Almost without a trace, even the debris alone is not left.

Friends shun her, socialites no one is willing to know her anymore, all scorn her as a shameless woman. And Prilly? The woman was silent, not trying to help her, but she should have been able to comment to help Wilona, according to Wilona because after all she was an artist under the management of Mike's Glamour Enterprise. But the fact is that the woman actually seems to close her eyes, mouth and ears.

And to Sophia, he was not able to reach his former best friend, his status is now too high, but Wilona is sure his best friend must be sad not if he lost something to hope?

Wilona wants them to feel how to lose something very valuable, how to lose love, lose trust, lose a loved one.

“It looks like we should indeed invite the newlywed couple to attend our wedding dear,” Wilona told Simon her future husband.

“You sure?” Simon shifted the Macbook at the table and his eyes stared at the screen.

Wilona swallowed her saliva and replied, “Yes, the people who once ruined my career and dreams must feel the revenge of a Wilona.”

“You deserve to be my wife yes,” Simon said with a grin.

“I just want to see the drama of the show,” replied Wilona coldly, in addition to Simon where there might be a man who would be willing to accommodate him in the slump, Simon is not bad, as long as he can borrow the hands of the ugly man, it didn't matter that he sacrificed his body and the rest of his life. Let's just say he sold himself to one man to pay for his living expenses, the cost of his beauty care is not small, clothes and famous branded goods are not cheap. If he did not throw himself in the arms of a rich man he would no longer be able to stand up, even looking in the mirror Wilona was afraid.

“You don't need to do that actually.”

“But, I want to see it.”

“You're really mean,” chuckle Simon. “What you've been doing all this time has been very cruel and heartless, but you don't seem satisfied.”

“I have given up the world of my martyrdom, I have nothing more in this world than an evil heart,” Wilona said in a very cynical tone.

“I will always help you as long as your target is the Johanson family.” Simon took a cigarette and slipped it between his lips, then he flicked a match to burn his cigarette.

“I'll recruit one more man to destroy them, you see." Wilona also took a cigarette and burned it, sucked it deeply and exhaled the smoke until the air around it looked blurry.

Simon Martinez, five years ago he contacted Wilona, offering his help to Wilona, not without cause, in the past, the Johanson family was once the family's toughest business competitor, the, even the Johanson Puoa family that caused the entire martinez family was forced to leave London and chose to settle in Texas and began to live the black world.

Even Simon himself who is now in the underground world and several other legal businesses in Texas have tried to compete with Alexander Johanson's business in his region, but his efforts also failed. Simon was eager to destroy the haughty man, which was clearly the destruction of the Johanson family he wanted to witness, whether on target or not the obvious name Johanson was a scourge for the Mertinez family, he said, he wanted his great-grandfather's grudge to be avenged through his hands.

“Who is he?” Simon sat his ass in the chair right in front of Wilona.

“The ex-wife of Alexander, I believe she is wailing and her heart is breaking,” Wilona replied as she opened Jovita's social media page.

“That woman, she is also a former*****, like you,” Simon said as his eyes glanced at Jovita's photo.

“Where did you know?” Normally if another woman might be upset at saying as *****, but not to Wilona, Simon's mouth is familiar with saying *****, it is true that it is indeed ******, but Simon is more a bre**sek man, the bre**sek who will marry *****, very funny.

Of course Wilona withstood all the insults that Simon often threw out of his mouth, he got used to and began to feel immune because he had his own plan after the efforts he built later succeeded, he said, it'll get rid of Simon with a single breath, it's not a stupid woman. Sneer Wilona in his mind.

“I just guessed,” replied Simon indifferently.

“You're like a fortune teller,” taunted Wilona. "Have you ever slept with her?"

Simon just smiled cynically, he did not reply.

"You ever slept with her?" reset Wilona.

“As for his proposal and his lineage is unclear, Alexander was never willing to publish his wife's face, do you think it's not awkward?”

“Nonsense,” replied Wilona as she grabbed the pack of cigarettes lying on the table.

Seeing this, Simon opened his mouth. “You can smoke as much as you can now, but remember after we get married, I want you to not consume alcohol and also cigarettes. I want you to give me a descendant, I have reached forty-five years old, I must have a son soon.”

Wilona nonchalantly pulled out a cigarette, pinned it between her lips, burned it and sucked it. Enjoying his gunshot at will while continuing to think about the steps to immediately overthrow this disgusting man, of course, to make this ugly man-owned business his own.

A man who always worships her in bed, but always refers to her as a woman ******.

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