WIFE CONTRACT DEBT REDEEMER
Slave disguised wife

Hearing the confident confession of the woman named Carla Queen Baker, who was now standing right in front of me, certainly surprised me.

“Are you surprised after hearing it, Angelina?” The woman named Carla smiled haughtily.

“What do you mean say this to me, Miss Carla?” I tried to be calm even though I didn't deny that there was a hint of resentment in my heart.

“For you to know who you are in our eyes.” Carla brings her flawless face right before my eyes haughtily, “And you should also know that you are a nobody even though you are the wife of Henry Bastian Campbell!” sharp hatch.

“What do you mean, you're afraid your position will be shifted by me, Miss Carla?” my reply is no less sharp.

“What?!” Carla glared at me instantly, a second later she laughed sarcastically with a mocking look looking at me from head to toe, “Are you sure you can compete with me, Angelina? Until death I think, you will not be able to do it!” he said out loud full of confidence.

“If you are not afraid then why would you bother coming to me now?” timpalku lifted the corner of my lips up.

“You?!!” In that instant Carla looked glared at me, her hand was about to slap me, but she seemed to undo her intentions after seeing me as if she was not even flinching with her presence.

“Too dirty if my hand is to touch your low class face!” Carla looks at me sharply, “Remember Angelina Louis! I'm emphasizing here again, so you know who you're dealing with. You should also know that if Henry thinks you're just a trashy woman, you'll be discarded and forgotten once Henry is satisfied and bored! So don't be too confident with your status now, especially when talking to me!” After saying that condescending sentence, Carla turned around and walked in a haughty manner towards her car back.

I could only stand with a narrowed look at Carla's car which was starting to disappear from my sight, after which I snorted violently with heavy breath in annoyance.

“Love? What is the importance of a Henry in my eyes?” grunting's upset.

A few hours after the woman who claimed to be Henry's lover came to me, I saw from the news on various social media photos of Henry and the woman named Carla was crowded into hot news. How not? Photos of those who were dinner together in a restaurant to make out in an apartment have been widely spread on social media.

Although this blood was boiling, I still tried to be logical. Upset it was for sure, perhaps it was the normal reaction of a woman who had the status of a wife even though it was not considered. I was just thinking, isn't it good for me to be able to get away from a ruthless man like Henry Bastian Campbell? But deep down in my heart, why do I feel upset? Is this a feeling of jealousy?

I laugh, laugh at myself.

“That's right, Angelina. Are you in love with a guy like Henry?” I monologued among my bitter laughter.

...

That night as I expected, Henry came home after the most painful night of torture the man had done to me. However, I tried to behave normally by not caring about his presence.

“Have you seen the news?” Henry asked without further ado, as I was sitting at the dressing table.

“See what? News about you and that model woman?” I cut my teeth by still combing my hair.

“So you've seen it,” Henry said with his flat demeanor.

“Of course I've seen it. Aren't you a great man, Henry Bastian Campbell? Who doesn't know you in this world?” sindirku sharp.

“What do you mean say it huh?!” To Henry's surprise, he pulled one of my hands roughly to face him.

Henry who saw me react like that certainly felt unacceptable.

“You've started being brave to me, Angelina Louis?!” he swore with the flash of fiery eyes.

“What did I say was wrong? If you want to know, your lover was also this afternoon just met me,” I told while smiling meaningfully.

“What?! Carla came here?!” Henry seemed surprised to hear it.

“Looking at your reaction it seems you didn't know he was coming,” I said cynically.

“Now I know, what was your reaction to jealousy?” Henry smiled smirk at me.

“Jealous?” I snort, “For what am I jealous of my contract husband?” my pretext is to deny hard.

“oya? If you're not jealous then what's your reason for reacting like that, Angelin?” This time Henry looked at me with a mocking smile.

“Lantas, what attitude should I do? Don't you just think of me as a shadow wife? I also know my limits, so don't dream if I'm going to fall in love with a mean guy like you.”

Feeling inadmissible with my words Henry clutched my wrist tightly and violently.

“You're still brave apparently, Angelina Louis. Do I need to remind you again how the last hot night we passed with that time?” Henry grinned, his handsome face looking terrible in quick time.

“No! I'm not an animal you can treat at will, Henry!” I rebelled trying to defend myself as Henry pushed my body into bed.

“oya? You want to say that you're my wife?” Henry grinned, starting to take off the suit he was wearing one by one in front of me.

“Can you ask for your rights in a gentle way? What you did to me is tantamount to torture!” I started to get scared when Henry was completely innocent standing in front of me, with an evil smile adorning his face.

The shadow of torture re-emerged in my mind, making me shudder in fear. Although I always try to be ordinary, but deep inside I feel the trauma.

“Where is the brave Angelina? I want to see it if you serve me in bed,” Henry said hoarsely, his blue net lightning looked terrible in my eyes.

I crept backwards on the bed evading the man who had started to approach me with his innocent body which was indeed physically awesome, but in my eyes the man remained like a demon in the guise of a human.

“Don't Henry, I beg you not to torture me again. You can rule me anything, I will obey him as long as you don't torture me again like that time.” I pleaded with tears that began to spread fear.

“Do you want me to treat you gently when I ask you for my rights, Angelina?” Henry clutched my jaw to look at her.

I nodded in fear with a pleading gaze, my two neutrals were now completely misty making my gaze a little blurry.

Henry smiled devil, even though my vision was a little blurred, but I can still clearly see the expression of his face that turned terrible now, “Don't dream you'll get special treatment from me, because my purpose in marrying you was to make you a slave on my bed as long as you were my wife, Angelina Louis!”