The Sins of Marriage in London
MOSAIC 37 DROOPING

The corner of her mouth appeared, Syha hardened her jaws, her eyes clashing with each other. Hannah has acted outrageously, of course she does not want to give up the child in her womb. What is Hannah and Zein's relationship anyway so they can get to know each other?

"Don't hope, I won't give you my daughter." Fists grew increasingly close to Hannah who was now fluttering with a rush of blood rising to her face.

Hannah smiled wryly her head shook slowly, brusquely brushed the chin and folded her hands. "Make your daughter a ransom payment" the woman replied.

Both eyes turned flaming, Syha almost wanted to punch her in the direction of her foster sister. How did Hannah know the deal was between her and Alon?

Seemed breath attracted by the length, controlling the heartbeat that continues to pump. Syha maintained her selfish attitude, "i'll pay the ransom with money." His face was turned away, drooping eyelids held back tears. "I don't care if you're married to Alon, but don't take this kid away."

"I've given you the opportunity to surrender, then don't blame me if your little angel is forcibly taken."

Hannah walked towards the door leaf holding the knob and glanced at it, "remember to recapitulate your divorce with Alon in a moment."

Simultaneously the creaking of the door was tightly closed and the sound of the lock turning. Syha was floundering down towards the chaos that had just occurred between her and Zein. Though his mind was surrounded by divorce.

"Sharp objects, sharp objects." That was how her tongue kept saying the same two words, Syha grasped a fruit cutting knife glancing towards the window with a different spotlight.

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Chesterfield single became the first landing for Adle to sit on a soft pedestal, a pair of puckered eyes watching the arrival of his granddaughter with a seething expression venting out the currently erupting anger.

The man dumped a document, one of which contained evidence related to the falsification of death. Zein Gerald is under the auspices of Adle Reid as the leader of this crazy plan, the devil behind the blanket. A fitting nickname as Castiel explains the veiled intent of the cananga series.

"Where's my wife!" Alon blocked, the table in front of him was kicked so hard. The two are fixated in silence, befriending the gazes that collide with each other as if the intermediary between them there is a spark.

"It's not wrong that I chose you as heir, you quickly realized that your wife's disappearance wasn't caused by Zein Gerald."

The old man filled the room with laughter, showering Alon with an increasingly violent gaze.

Mutually unpretentious steps moved simultaneously filled the room, Alon sharpened his vision. The ranks of the special guards had filled each side of the room there was no gap between them, was Adle trying to hold him?

Alon exclaimed loudly, "what the fuck! Why-"

"You've changed a lot since you married that woman, don't you know how to speak politely to me anymore?" Adle pointed Cane towards Alon, suppressing a word. "You were so drunk by that woman that you didn't realize the central company was down. It was recorded causing a riot with your subordinates."

"Then why? Is it a problem if I announce my marriage with Rashanda? You're too busy taking care of my wife to forget that the rumor happened because of Kelly Clarkson." Kekeh Alon, it is true that his duties as a director are neglected because of the time spent just to uncover the falsification of the death and kidnapping of his wife, but this accusation is too cornering Rasyhanda as a polluter of the company's reputation.

Adle sighed, walking slowly closer, "you should know that a couple who deserves to be together is equal to Reid, you're lucky that this family accepted her because she was pregnant with a child. "

Adle lifts the sheet of paper, proof of contract marriage. An old deal that Alon never had to burn his tracks.

"Are you here to avoid your public marriage to Hannah and to make her a shield? You think Reid is playing you're the one who's playing with this family" Adle slammed the sheet roughly, enforcing the body with an arrogant aura. "You'll never find him, Alon, I'm currently divorcing your marriage."

"There is no reason for you to make this marriage a mere charade. You must marry Hannah everything's been prepared."

Wiping away the tears, Alon said. "Have you seen the document I gave you, it would be nice if grandfather saw it first and just spoke."

Adle was stunned, the bodyguard carried the pile and handed it over. Robbing the rough sheets that are now the focal point for quite a long time Adle was silent to look at the series of letters there. A second later, the wrinkled hand broke the paper that was no longer intact.

"How is that not surprising? You should know that Hannah doesn't have any blood ties to Eden and Maya." Clearly Alon, Adle quickly moved his neck turning his head. Wait for an explanation that will speak in more detail.

"Oh should I make it clear that if Rashanda is the real daughter, she is the one who has the right to inherit the Heera company."

Adle was increasingly mumbling the paper until it was scuffed, his breathing roaring roughly.

Alon took off the identification marks attached to his suit, the badge with the combination of R which he had always been proud of was now only worthless.

"But now, I'm no longer a part of you. My divorce with Rashhanda and the marriage with Hannah, don't expect it to happen, "the pounding of metal clashing with the floor tiles, the man reaffirmed his words. "In the name of my wife and son, I will no longer bear the honorary title of Reid for the rest of my life!. This marriage is not a play, I really love her."

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'Oh, do I have to get drunk to smash this window?'

Syha tried her hardest to cut down the sills, the iron joints that connected her now began to loosen. The hinge must be removed immediately.

"What are you doing?"

The voice call reprimanding him from behind sped up Syha to hide the knife behind her back. Naturally Alon thought he was deaf, even the sound of the door opening was never realized.

Zein looked at the movements of the woman who looked suspicious in front of him. "Are you trying to escape?"

"Ti-dak," Shha shook her head quickly, tightening the grip of her hand behind her hiding place. Wits keep digging for solutions to escape from this house. Although Syha put her heart to Zein, she would not allow the man to injure her fetus.

"Are you hiding something?" Zein stormed a few steps forward, prompting a woman who was now no longer a gap for him to retreat.

Syha put her arm around Zein's neck, not knowing what possessed her to do so. He directed Zein to tread on a thick stretch of pedestal, dropping a knife to avoid clinking sounds. Trying to shift his plan just now.

Syha was aghast as Zein stroked her face, the finger playing at every corner of the cheek and down to the neck.

"I always imagined you when you first met in London, why you were so charming." Zein kissed the passage gently, Syha closed her eyes. His heart beats like he's going to pop out.

The same treatment, a situation that is often considered familiar. Zein always behaves if Syha is just a puppet figure, treated as she pleases. The uncontrolled outbursts of lust and anger, became food that had been swallowed roundly by the woman all along.

His world used to be submissive, but now he will turn into a rebel. Shake the readiness of the body, if it is ready to face different circumstances.

"Zein stop!" the woman pleaded.

The origin of the faint sound from the door leaf, the two were obtained simultaneously. Stunned expressions adorned the faces of the three parties, engaged in an astounding layer of air.