This Love Killed Me (Dark Love)
Legitimate But Failed

"I accept Freya Ollivierra Binti Almarhum Ryan Anggara's marriage with a dowry of fifty grams of gold paid in cash." Jordan's voice rang out loud, echoing in the room.

"How, Witness, legit?"

"Well!" answer the witnesses in a compact manner.

Jordan breathed a sigh of relief. After a failed attempt, he finally succeeded in carrying out kabul ijab. At first, Jordan and Freya were shocked, when they heard the screams of women. But apparently, she is Yana. She carried a long white veil, which was then covered in the heads of Jordan and Freya. Too tense, Jordan forgot about it.

Freya shook Jordan's hand, and kissed him long enough. Still can not believe the taste, can marry like a woman in general. After a long time of living a very wrong life, God still gives a beautiful gift for him.

In the next instant, Jordan grabbed Freya's head and kissed her forehead. The much loved woman is now his rightful wife. Today they completely let go of the past, leave the mafia world and embrace a more colorful life.

Then, Mr. Penghulu led prayer and prayer. Together to thank God for the abundance of His grace, which unites two people in a halal bond.

After chanting a prayer, each congratulated Jordan and Freya. They embraced each other and offered their best prayers. After that, they all ate the banquet that had been provided.

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The hustle and bustle of the conversation, as well as the loud music, still color the wedding of Jordan and Freya.

Although the clock has shown at 11:00 pm, but there are still many guests who are reluctant to leave the event.

Jordan's colleagues, friends, and subordinates scattered all over, almost all of them came to witness this happy day. They were very happy to see his master return to the way he used to be. Happy, happy, and have love.

"Ndrew, accompany them yes, I'm very tired" Jordan whispered, right in Andrew's ear.

"I get. Have a nice night, man," teased Andrew. He smiled as he patted Jordan on the shoulder.

Jordan did not reply, he only responded with a loud laugh.

"Don't laugh too hard. Save your energy for later, remember, she's a tough woman!" said Andrew.

"Not tougher than me" Jordan said.

"Don't be overconfident, you've lost to him" Andrew said.

Jordan smiled broadly, what Andrew said was indeed true. He almost died at the hands of Freya, and he was also long tormented because he loved Freya.

Truly an amazing woman.

"What are you daydreaming about?" Andrew wiggled Jordan's shoulder.

"none. Yeah, go with them, I'm going upstairs!" Jordan breezed away, leaving Andrew.

"Don't embarrass our people, Jordan!" andrew said with a higher intonation.

Andrew smiled bitterly, as he looked at Jordan's back which went further and further. He let out a long sigh, his heart slightly slashed when he remembered Alex. In fact, all this was very unfair to him. But what can be said, he just wants to make the woman he loves happy.

"Your dream has come true, Lex. Freya and Jordan are married, they love each other and they've left the mafia world. May you also be happy there, Lex," murmured Andrew with a distant mind.

At the same time, at a different angle. Jordan approached Freya who was talking to Yana. Jordan had trouble shifting his gaze, Freya's laughter was very charming, as if it contained a magnet that always attracted the net.

"Dear." Jordan called out to Freya as he wrapped his hands around her waist.

"Jordan, what's wrong?" Freya looked over and looked at her husband.

"Jordan." Jordan repeated Freya's words with great emphasis.

"Mmm I mean ... Baby, what's up?" Freya smiled shyly. He is not used to calling Jordan affectionately.

"Follow me," whispered Jordan right in Freya's ear.

Freya replied, Jordan had already pulled her hand and brought her up to the second floor.

"Honey, the show is not finished yet" Freya protested, as they had already arrived at the top of the stairs.

"I have a more beautiful event" Jordan said, without stopping his steps.

"Oh yeah, really?" Freya smiled broadly.

"of course. An event that I'm sure you won't be able to forget" Jordan replied confidently.

"We'll see, my husband. It's you or I who can't forget it" Freya said.

Shortly after, they arrived at the door. Jordan opened it, and they were immediately greeted with a very sharp fragrant rose.

Freya stepped in, stunned as she stared at the thousands of rose petals scattered beautifully on the floor and on the bed.

"Very beautiful, who decorated it?" Freya asked as she turned her head, looking at Jordan who was still standing behind her.

"I myself, I did all this to welcome my wife" Jordan replied. He closed the door and locked it.

Then he extinguished the bright lights and replaced them with dim ones.

"Thank you, honey. You shouldn't have to do this. Your love, that's more than enough for me" Freya said. He approached Jordan and put his hand around the man's neck.

The smell of Freya's body, oozing fragrant and gushing in Jordan's nose, stirred up a long-buried desire. Plus the warm touch that felt clearly on the skin of his neck, the heat in Jordan's body, increasingly spread without limit.

Slowly, Jordan erodes the distance between herself and Freya. He clenched his wife's waist tightly, and then he grabbed her nape.

Jordan brought his face closer, he was impatient to pouch their lips that had just messed up his mind.

Freya lowered her head and avoided Jordan's kiss. He did not open his voice, but hid his head in the chest of the husband's field. Jordan frowned in surprise, he did not understand Freya's attitude. Embarrassed? Obviously impossible. In the past, they had kissed and Freya had no objection to it.

"Darling, why?" Jordan asked as he grabbed Freya's chin. He forced the woman to look up and look at him.

"I___" Freya hung up her sentence. He lowered his hand and stroked Jordan's chest which was still wrapped in a shirt.

"Why?" whispered Jordan.

Freya grabbed Jordan by the nape and pulled him closer. He then put his lips on Jordan's ear.

"I want to sleep, the rose petals are very attractive" whispered Freya quietly.

It was as if there was an electric current that stung Jordan's body, when Freya's lips stuck to her earlobes. Warm breath also gushed, penetrated and made his desire increasingly uncontrollable. His heart was beating faster, as his blood flow was getting heated.

"I'll take you to bed, honey. We will carve beauty on rose petals that you say are attractive. Prepare yourselves for all I have, my wife." Jordan said as he carried Freya's body.

Freya smiled sweetly in Jordan's arms. For the first time, he was held by a loved one. Slowly, he felt his body land among the red roses. The smell of the scent is getting stuck in Freya's nose.

"Tonight, we'll have each other, honey." Jordan overlaps Freya's body and is about to inhale a breath of love from her. Yet, Freya again avoided.

"Darling! What's wrong with you!" jordan said with a hunting breath.

"Sorry, I can't do it" Freya replied quietly.

"What do you mean! We're married!" Jordan looked at Freya sharply.

"Don't be angry, honey. I'm not resisting, I'm just delaying. Right now, I'm being___" Freya's a little off and again putting her lips on Jordan's ear. He whispered something there.

Jordan growled in annoyance, he clenched his hands and looked at Freya with squeaking eyes.

"You!!!"

"That's my nature as a woman, you can't oppose it" Freya said with a big smile.

"Why did you just shut up!" snapped Jordan.

"You don't ask, honey," replied Freya, not to be outdone.

"You're a crafty one, Freya!" Jordan got up and rubbed his face violently.

"Sneaky gini you make a wife," seduced Freya.

"Not funny!" furious Jordan. He stepped away from the bed and headed to the bathroom.

"Cold water is quite effective, dear. Have a nice night" said Freya, as Jordan arrived at the doorstep.

Seriate....