Trapped Desire Sister-in-law (REVISI)
PROLOGUES

Mayla Justin, a beautiful girl, smart and known as a girl who is good at managing her life. Her life is almost perfect after being married by Devan Anggara.

Being the only child of a conglomerate family in Korea, Devan is the main heir of a large company called ROYAL GROUP, covering areas such as hospitality and other subsidiaries.

Mayla married Devan three years ago when she was twenty-two. The six-year age difference is not a barrier to their love story. Mayla loves Devan so much, and vice versa. However, behind it all was a small piece that he desperately needed. Which slowly emerged from within him and ravaged his senses.

Devan was so busy with his work that he rarely went home. Mayla knows her husband doesn't mean to ignore her, she understands that Devan is working hard for her and her future. But Mayla felt lonely, very.

Mayla misses a touch, a warm hug of a man. Until one day,

"Contact him" Elena said as they were having lunch at a cafe.

"Who is he?"

"He's the one you need"

Mayla looked at the piece of paper Elena had thrust at her. His mind was short-sighted, all the facts and desires collided with each other.

"Try it, it's 20 years old, but I guarantee you won't regret it" he said, playing a straw on a Lemontea glass with his lentic fingers

Mayla looked at Elena "What's her name?"

That question suddenly made Elena now smile in a slanted manner

"Jeon Arion, he's the best at Mondrian's club"

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The pair of legs came down from a bus that stopped right at a deserted bus stop on the outskirts of Seoul. Not wanting to wait long, the owner of the leg that turned out to be a man immediately covered his head with his black hoodie hood. He lowered his head, walking in quick steps towards an apartment building not far from there.

The misadventures he encountered today were, his motor sport broke down, held hungry all day because he forgot to bring a wallet, and was forced to borrow a bus card belonging to other passengers, also not carrying an umbrella.

The byurr!!

The body wrapped in his clothes was wet due to rain drops, and now he must be willing to fall into a puddle of water from a car that drove very fast.

The man, whose full name was Jeon Arion, paused for a moment, watching a black car far ahead, as if running away - unwilling to take responsibility - because it had made him take a dirty bath. All he could do was curse in his heart without being able to reveal it.

Whether what sin he had committed in his previous life, which was clear for the twenty years he lived in this time, there was always bad luck approaching him.

Abandoned by his father when he was a baby, his mother had to work very hard to finance her life. At the age of fifteen, she was abandoned by her mother, who died of illness. Just then Jeon racked his brain, thinking how such a small boy could survive in this harsh world.

Until a friend of his mother offered him a job, which he only needed to work at least two nights a week with a sizable income.

A gigolo..

Yes, you did not hear wrong.

Jeon was a male prostitute. The difference is, not he who begs to be spiked for the sake of getting a sheet of money. But now the women who came to him, asked to be given great pleasure, and then gave him a wad of money.

Jeon resumed his steps with ordinary steps. Free to rush too. Her clothes are soaked.

A moment later, his feet had already stepped on the cold floor of his simple apartment. Although his job allows him to live in a more luxurious apartment, he breaks it down. One day Jeon will have to quit his job and find another job. The shadow is having a small cafe on the outskirts of Seoul. So he has to start saving.

He threw the black bag he was carrying on his queen-size bed, then rushed into the bathroom. He needs a warm water to warm his body that shivers with cold.

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