Secret Wife MAFIA
3. Silka and Maxim

Hearing Max's cold voice, Silka took a few steps back to bow her head. He just kept quiet without saying much.

"You're still trying to act like you don't see me?" Back, Max's cold voice made the girl depressed.

"Remember, a few days ago, you were my wife! Didn't I tell you that you can only go out of the house just to go to college? Why would you dare to leave without saying a single word to anyone who is in this house? What do you think we're all about?" Max says it with emphasis.

"I don't want to be your wife!" whisky Silka.

Max put on his cynical smile. "You think you have a choice?" Max walked closer and closer to Silka. He roughly pulled the chin of the girl wearing the glasses.

Silka's face looked up at Max with nanar. Silka could see a cynical smile from the lips of the man who threatened to kill her father if he did not want to marry her.

"What do you want from me? Why should I? Aren't there a lot of other, prettier women out there?"

Max clucked the woman who became his wife to become closer Silka to him. "I want you. You are mine! Only I can have power over you!" Max mrs!um forced Silka's lips.

Silka feels compelled 1na trying to push Max. However, Max's stocky body did not move at all to move away. In fact, his hands were now starting to wildly touch and m3r3mas the chest of the woman who had been turbulent wanted to escape from it.

Silka's anger grew stronger and her hands began to clench. Silka raises a fist right at Max's heart. Max's body jerks, c!uman the force stopped. Flatly he released Silka.

"This is the Silkanah Aquela I know." He rubbed the stomach that had just got a raw bogem. "A black drunk turns out to be strong, too." Max looked at his hand that was deliberately playing Silka's chest. His eyebrows go up next door.

"When do you recognize me?" Max still put on his flat face and moved.

Meanwhile, in her room Silka looked full of anger hugging herself. She was deeply insulted by the behavior of the badab man who forced her to marry him.

Silka let out her anger by hitting, punching, and kicking the wind until her power was completely drained and depleted. He vented all the energy he had in every part of his vast room. "Bastaaard! The hell! Damn men! I'm*h you!" his screams evoked emotions that he could not contain.

After his power was completely drained, sweat had flooded every inch on his skin. Silka threw herself on that very soft and very big bed.

"Tell you, you brash!" But this time Silka's voice grew weaker. Silka was banging on that soft mattress.

"Bastard! Bastaaard! Why do I have to be hit by such misfortune?" ringice.

Silka's tears broke and she cried for some time. "Dad, why? Wh why? In fact, only Daddy is where I rest. Wh why? Why would you sell me on that baj1ngan kep4rat?"

Silka again buried her face slightly in despair. Exactly a week ago, Max and his gang pushed his father's body full of luk4 with a cynical smile.