
One week after the plan that has been prepared by Natt-today they are in a restaurant in one of the luxury hotels in the capital. As planned, Natalie prepared a VVIP table devoted to welcoming Darren. Amel-dressed very pretty in a dress intersecting the low chest section with the hemisphere of the skirt showing off her smooth legs. She wanted to appear seductive, but not for Darren but for Nattalie's husband, who was none other than young master Maxwell.
The black dress from the famous designer wrapped Amel's body and looked very contrasting with Amel's white skin. Darren who saw Amel's appearance to swallow his Saliva, however he was a normal man. Likewise with Maxwell, the man with a towering posture and athletic body was dirty-minded when looking at Amel.
The four of them enjoyed every meal. Starting from the appetizer, main course, and dessert which are all expensive because they use premium materials. At one point, Nattalie codes Amel with the blink of an eye. Amel who understood the code from Natt-immediately prepared the sleeping pills that were inside his bag. Instead of taking her husband, Maxwell's wife took Darren to the dance floor.
Nattalie knew that Maxwell could have turned down her request and would have made the woman just lose face in front of Amel and Darren.
After getting the chance finally Amel managed to pour a sleeping pill with a high dose and a quick reaction, he immediately gave the wine glass to Max who immediately tasted it little by little. While Nattalie, the woman also managed to trick Amel into leaving the hotel with a reason that he had prepared beforehand.
After Nattalie's departure, Amel immediately directed Maxwell into the room that had been booked. The man was still in a conscious state upon entering his room, and to reduce suspicion, Amel acted as if nothing had happened. He immediately came out and waited for the drug reaction to work.
Fifteen minutes wait for Amel to return to Max's room and find the handsome man already drooping on a king-size bed. Before starting the next plan, Amel first opened the phone owned by Max by putting the man's finger print on the screen of the high-tech device so it was open, so that the, then the girl with the cunning brain typed a short message into her personal number from Max's cell phone.
"Come to my room, I'm waiting for you."
It was as if Maxwell wanted him. Tonight is the best night for Amel, all his plans are going very smoothly and he is sure soon he will get what he wants and his main goal.
Until noon came and the sunlight entered through the broken white curtain, Maxwell. The man who had become the husband of the only daughter of a wealthy family woke up. His head felt dizzy and throbbing, the effects of wine and sleeping pills given by Amel.
He opened his eyes that felt heavy and adjusted the light of the lamp that shimmered dimly. It could be felt that there was a hand that was currently embracing his body affectionately, as he turned his head towards the woman. It was not Nattalie that he got, but another figure that he was familiar with.
"Amel," Maxwell said, making sure he didn't see it wrong.
Maxwell rushed up from his sleep and turned on the brighter lamp, and sure enough. The figure of the woman who became his bedmate was Amel, the girl was seen sleeping in a state t e l a n j n n g round exactly with her current condition. Max tries to reconfirm and remember the events that have happened last night, but unfortunately he does not find a piece of his memory.
Amel wriggled and opened his eyes slowly, as if a victim. The girl was crying and lamenting what had happened to her. Even Amel had dripped blood on the hotel's signature white bed sheet. A sign that he had given up his honor to Maxwell for the first time, Amel also showed him a message sent from Maxwell's device.
Two months later, Akram slowly showed his fangs. He began to aggressively make Max and the company he led as the object of his target. Thanks to the help of his two grandfathers, Akram-making Maxwell's efforts crumble bit by bit. Although little by little, their shares experienced a decline every time.
"You're crazy, Max. Even under these circumstances you still want to marry that petty and shameless girl" Natt chanted.
Nattalie stared bitterly at her husband, the man who has not even married her is now getting remarried for the second time to a woman he had relied on a few months ago. It was not imagined in Nattalie's mind that the girl was like a boomerang that attacked her back.
"After this debate Natt, you must accept Amel as my second wife. You know I don't like to be disputed!"
"Me?" point Amel at himself. Amel laughed dismissively at her husband's words. "A Nattalie has to compete with the village woman? you realize, Max? I think your standards are indeed the lowly women of Amel and Nastiti's class." Natt arrogantly crossed both of his hands.
Maxwell, who was very arrogant and most disliked being denigrated with a very fast movement, immediately grabbed Nattalie's jaw.
"You're humbling my taste and judging yourself very highly, Natt? look at the reality, the girl you consider to be inferior and incomparable to you. Amel and Nastiti, even they both managed to conceive my son with just one contact. While you? how long have we been married and how many times have we exchanged sweat? did one of our efforts produce results? you realize, Natt? the whole time it wasn't me!"
Maxwell loosened his grip on Nattalie's jaw and began to swipe his wife's smooth cheeks.
"During this time I ran a number of therapies and treatments, I think that I who have problems with the reproductive apparatus, it turns out I was wrong. Nastiti and Amel proved that I was okay. And I think from now on you're the one who needs to get your situation checked out, Natt. As a very intelligent woman, you must be very understanding of what my words mean."
As a woman, of course, Maxwell's words hurt Nattalie very much, especially from the mouth of her husband directly. The pride of the woman with the background of an honorable family was as if crushed. "I still don't approve of this marriage, Max" Natt said.
"You just follow my plan, Natt. You'll benefit from this marriage." Max confirmed the tie that had been attached to his shirt collar and then put up a tuxedo for his wedding today with Amel.
"Plan? what have you planned, Max?" natt asked confusedly.
Max looked at his wife and smiled meaningfully. "It's no secret that our marriage is based on self-interest, not love. Do you think I'm going to drop my reputation with a poor girl? use that brain of yours to digest what I've said."