Revenge Target
Escape

"Seriously, Bi?" rinjani asked to confirm the truth of the news that she had just heard.

Bia nodded her head casually, a straw containing avocado juice was in her mouth.

"Aren't you thinking of running away?" ask Devia.

That afternoon after fitting clothes, Bia made a deal with her two friends who wanted to confirm the truth of her friend's story in the group this morning.

"Yes, Bi, if you want to run away we're willing to help, aren't you, Vi?" Rinjani chimed in.

"Nhd!" bia Balas.

"Bi, we just want you to be happy. I know Mr. Devan is a rich man, a young billionaire, your financial problems will definitely be guaranteed. But I'm not sure you can be happy with this marriage, especially all in the name of business," Rinjani continued with excitement.

"Gue agreed, what if we run away abroad. I'm tired of living a gini-gini." Devia chimed in.

"More nervous you are," said Bia.

"BI!" shouts Devia and Rinjani together.

"What?" She even had to cover both ears. "Whispering, eh." Bia circulated her gaze in all directions, sure enough the people who just happened to be enjoying their food in the cafe the three girls were staying in, were looking towards the three of them.

"Sori, reflexes, me" said Devia with an annoying smile on her lips.

"Lagian Bi, yes, I'm still surprised you're willing to accept this marriage, you've got no heart either, anyway."

"The problem is not just for me, Jan, the fate of hundreds of employees who depend on his life in the company that makes me unable to refuse bokap requests." Bia tries to explain why she accepted her marriage to Devan.

"That's fine, you, if so I'm really ogah," said Devia. "Gue better escape, go farhhh. Let Amel change your position!" he continued to be more excited.

Bia just smiled wryly in response to the words thrown from his two friends.

"Here you go, who knows this destiny will lead me to happiness" Bia replied trying to comfort her two friends who were worried about her.

Really Bia feel lucky to have Devia and Rinjani as friends who want to accompany and accept her who is filled with drama in her life.

"Bi," said Devia and Rinjani together, the three of them just hugged each other.

"If there is anything, tell us" said Rinjani. "We'll try to help you, you."

"Thank you, yes, you've always been there for me. No matter what my condition is."

"We are friends, friends, rich brothers. So I ask you do not hesitate if there is anything, if necessary if you want us to run away abroad, boo," Devia replied trying to melt the atmosphere.

"Stress this kid." Rinjani pushes Devia's forehead. "Suspected her brain sliding, from earlier ngajakin mulu fled abroad."

Bia and Devia chuckled together hearing Rinjani's last sentence.

Without the three of them noticing, the person sitting behind the desk they were at recorded all the events just now.

The man just sent the video to his boss, who else if not Devan.

Devan did not release Bia for a second, without Bia noticing since the application event that night Devan always told people to be around Bia.

While the young ruler who is now focusing on his laptop screen again smiled cynically when he heard the sentence after sentence that had just been received from his man.

"Ck, you want to run to the end of the world even if you can't escape Biandra!" devan said without taking his eyes off the laptop screen that was displaying the movement of his company's dividend.

"Keep trying to stay strong when the storm starts to hit." Roughly Devan turns off his phone and closes his laptop screen.

I don't know what made the man just feel upset.

Devan got up from his seat, then walked towards the large glass not far from his throne.

With both hands folded over his chest, Devan leaned against the wall and stared at the bustle of the capital from the top floor of his skyscraper.

"Master?" Suddenly Kean was in Devan's room.

"Hm?"

"Share immediately!" word's cold.

"Good, Sir." Without saying much Kean just stepped his foot out of Devan's room.

The room with an interior design that is so luxurious, brown color dominates adding to the impression of elegance and class.

Devan grabs the nicotine in his pants pocket, picks up one stick, ignites it and then sucks it roughly.

The white smoke that just exhaled Devan, managed to hit the glass and partially hit his face again.

"Wedding?" he murmured on the sidelines of nicotine sticks tucked in his lips. "Sih, just trouble!"

Devan walked back to his throne, sitting his body there with white smoke still billowing out of his lips.

In view of the family photo taken maybe about twenty years ago, Devan's chest just went up and down.

Roughly Devan instantly turned off the cigarette in his hand.

His jaw was hardened immediately,

Her eyes are sharp, though,

His face darkened with the sound of teeth grinding against each other.

Both of his hands were already clenched on the table.

PRANGS!

Devan sweeps everything on his desk. Everything fell to the floor with nothing left.

Then his hands rested on the edges of his desk, gripping him tightly until his handbook turned white.

"Master?" The new secretary Devan who was about to give the file was immediately surprised when he was about to open the door of his superior room.

"What are you doing Stevani?" devan snapped with a sharp gaze drawn towards his secretary who was only two weeks working.

"I'm sorry, sir, I just wanted to hand over the cooperation file you requested, but I accidentally heard there was a sound of broken goods. I'm afraid something bad happened to you" he said at length as he walked towards Devan.

Devan smiled slantingly in the middle of his still darkening face.

Stevani, a 28-year-old woman in open clothes and her big chest, was walking towards her in seductive steps.

'Curtain, what's he doing?'

"If you want, I can make you float and forget for a moment the problems that burden your mind" he whispered beside Devan.

The woman gently leaned her body against Devan's desk.

"Sounds not bad!" devan was greeted with a mischievous smile on Stevani's lips. 'It's so rude of this woman.'

Without permission, the lentic fingers decorated with cuttings just stroked the chest of Devan field, a rare opportunity that he had been waiting for.

With a slow but definite movement the hand began to move stroking the sturdy jaw of the mixed-blooded man.

"I'll do well" whispered Stevani who began slumping down.

Stevani knows Devan's habits.

Devan grinned, letting Stevani satisfy him at this moment. He so needed release, after a long time did not feel it.

Seriate…

Note: this story does not carry too much religious elements, with the character Devan who has a free life and does not know sin.

Not continue nihhh? Still quiet ⁇ ️