Revenge Target
Feel Appreciated

Devan picked Bia up to the hotel after work, to save time, he thought. Devan has also contacted Bia to get ready immediately and it turns out that the young woman was waiting in the lobby when Devan's luxury car arrived at the hotel courtyard.

Bia just rushed into the luxury car after Kean opened the car door for her, Bia was uncomfortable with the gazes of the people around her who were passing by in the area.

Especially when Bia enters a luxury car that is already known who the owner is, who else if not the owner of Addison Group who is always escorted by several bodyguards who follow him in a van that is in the same color as the car Devan was riding.

Bia sat awkwardly beside Devan, what a man's expression was hard to guess. Sometimes they are angels but more often they are demons.

As of this moment, Bia felt the fine feathers on her body bristling.

'Strong me, ' his bath while glancing at Devan who was looking straight ahead with a sinister aura.

'What's wrong with her?' bia asked again only able in the heart.

While Devan himself was somehow upset when he saw Bia standing in front of the hotel lobby with a dress that had been bought earlier this afternoon, he said, though Devan chose a dress that is closed but still why it shows all the curves of his body.

Moreover, the back looks crazy and the front is very dense, very tempting, he thought.

"Oh, ****!" the meaning is slow, why at a time like this the soul of his maleness must be aroused.

Just looking at the curves of the body from behind the black dress she had thrashed this way how if … 

'This is insane!' maki Devan in heart.

"Why?" bia asked doubtfully, especially when she saw Devan's reddened face.

Devan cleared his throat to normalize himself. 

"No" he answered briefly.

On the front bench next to the driver. Kean glanced at Devan from the middle spy, Kean knew Devan was holding himself back. Evidently from his tense and red face, also from his sitting that looked agitated.

'It's a rare sight,' his inner being along with a faint smile that only momentarily flashed across his lips.

"You sick?" bia asked and boldly fumbled Devan's forehead. "Your face is very red, but your forehead is not hot. Your body temperature is normal," Bia's cerocos that not only fumbles on Devan's forehead, but also around his neck and palms.

Devan growls in his heart at Bia's spontaneous behavior, either innocent or stupid, which Devan must be very tormented by this situation.

'Two more days, Dev, two more days. This woman will be all yours.'

Though if Devan wants himself to be able to do that now, just by giving a little threat and also pressure, then Bia will obey every word and his desire easily especially regarding the company of his father.

But whatever happens to her, Devan doesn't want to do it before Bia is legitimately his wife.

"I'm fine," Devan replies by squeezing Bia's fingers, making the woman who was originally panicked round her eyes because she felt shocked when her tiny finger had been tightly grasped by a large palm and so warm.

Feeling the warmth and comfort from Devan's hand, Bia was scared. Afraid that she will dissolve in the charms of men who soon change status to her husband, Bia is afraid that Devan only wants her body. Moreover, the news and news about Devan who always changed partners every night arrived in Bia's ears. How many days ago, of course, Amel provoked him.

Bia remembered very well the long words of Amel at that time, "Honey you have to be a victim, married to a man who has a casanova title among business people. I wonder what sins were in your past that you have to endure in the present, I'm not sure you're the only woman who will warm Mr. Devan's bed. Because as far as I know, Mr. Devan every night is accompanied by a different woman. You're only lucky because he wants to marry you."

Deciding to marry Bia turned out to be not the right choice, too many unsolved puzzles. Moreover, the figure of Bia who was very far from his status.

Supposedly a child of entrepreneurs engaged in food business has good facilities. But Bia, not even a motorcycle he has. Devan is willing to bet that the woman he now holds hands with cannot drive a motorcycle or a car.

"Is Oma having dinner tonight?" bia asked suddenly breaking the awkwardness created.

"No."

"Then?"

"My sister just arrived from America and she told me to go home on time and have dinner together at home."

That meant… 

"Why am I being invited?" ask Bia curious. Because from Devan's explanation just now, this dinner is clearly specific to the family.

"He should know his sister-in-law figure as well" Devan replied straightforwardly.

A red tinge adorned Bia's pretty face. Somehow he felt flattered and appreciated. The thing he did not get from his family, even his own father never introduced Bia as the eldest daughter of the Subagja family.

But with Devan, the man he had not known for long. He feels treated like a human being in general. At first Bia thought Devan would keep their wedding a secret, but saw the luxurious invitations that Bia had seen and also the luxury hotel that Devan had rented, Bia is convinced that Devan will introduce Bia to the world as his wife.

Should Bia be happy about this?

"You nervous?" ask Devan.

Bia shook her head.

"Good, Addison's wife must be strong and brave." Devan's hands spontaneously stretched out and gently caressed Bia's smooth cheeks. Creates subtle vibrations in the body of both.

Bia replies with a clumsy smile on her lips and Devan instantly pulls her hand, returning to a thud to neutralize the mood of her heart.

Again and again, Kean on the front bench smiled faintly upon seeing Devan's unusual treatment of Bia. In contrast to Devan's treatment of women who always tease him, approaching him with a certain intent. For money and popularity, of course.

"We've arrived, sir," said Kean.

Kean quickly got off first, opened the door for Devan and after Devan came out, Kean opened the door for Bia.

"Come on." Devan extended his hand towards Bia. "Don't respond to anything my crazy sister will say."

"Huh, crazy?" bia's mind immediately thought of the patient who was admitted to the mental hospital.

"It's not crazy in that contest, Biandra!" whispered Devan makes Bia again bristling.

Seriate…