Wife One Billion
Satu

A girl ran away to avoid the pursuit of men in black in the middle of the dark night. His lips shook, holding back the cries.

The girl who has a beautiful face like the reincarnation of the goddess is the Princess Titania Iris. A beautiful name, but not as beautiful as the fate of his life. His uncle sold him to a brothel for a hundred million. Iris of course did not want to, she was not even an item that could be sold.

One day living in that hell house Iris was really tormented, because it continues to be haunted by striped men who queue to taste his body.

Thanks to her bravery, Iris made it out of the brothel. Although the security guard at the house did not remain silent, they managed to catch up to him.

Iris stepped foot into an old house that seemed to be uninhabited, as the grass almost drowned her from the sight of the passersby. Iris walked into one of the rooms, her eyes fixed on the closet. He hurried and hid there.

"God protect me" he murmured, praying. "Don't till they come here."

His heart was pounding for a moment hearing footsteps approaching towards him. Iris cried without a sound while hugging her knees. He did not know why his uncle was so happy.

"I know you're here, Iris," the baritone's voice gave him goosebumps. "Come on, come out baby. Don't waste my time, go back to madam to make things work."

The sturdy man smirked, he was sure that the little girl was in the closet. The end of the dress he was wearing seemed tucked between the gap of the closet door.

"Iris, baby come out ..."

His hand was already on the handle of the closet, then opened it to make Iris scream about to run away. However, he lost quickly because both hands of the man then hugged his body.

"Do we have to have fun here first?" with a meaningful smile.

Who is not tempted by the dandy body of Iris, maybe his age is still young but he has a proportional body that seduces.

Iris screamed, as the bastard tried to unravel her dres.

"Don't touch me, bren*sek!" screech, as hard as Iris resisted. But in the end, he still couldn't beat him.

"It's so pretty of you, Iris," her god was blown away. "Come, we'll do it quickly before my friends come. Happy I will be the first man to touch you, free."

Iris tried to cover her chest as the man managed to tear off the front of her shirt.

"Argh! No, dare you do this to me, I'll need you*h!"

Iris shook her head, the plontos-headed man stuck Irish to the end of the wall. Her smile grew wider looking at her milk-white skin, her rough hands caressing the exposed shoulder of Iris.

"Don't worry Iris, I'll just touch you for a little while, it won't take long" she said, not caring for Iris who kept asking for help.

The bald man began to unzip his pants, lustfully directing his possessions towards Irish.

Iris simply closed her eyes, her hands could only hold her head that was about to approach. He still hopes someone will help him.

Until his prayer was answered by God.

His eyes were perfectly rounded, when he saw one kick right in the head made the man fall to the floor and unconscious. Isn't he great?

Iris looked curiously at the man who was helping her.

Without saying a word. The man's hand opened the suit he was wearing, then put it on Iris.

"Thank you" said Iris. "Are you the owner of this house?"

Iris looked down, she was afraid to go home because surely her uncle was waiting there.

"Sir, I know you're kind. Please, put me in your house. You can hire me, either as a maid or whatever. I can cook, wash and even allow the tile to leak. You give me any reward, I will accept, "please ask for mercy.

The man, whose name is Satria Adi Nugroho, clucked, feeling sorry why his eyes had to see him running like a dog.

Be, Satria was forced to help him and came like a hero. But tonight he has to rest.

"I'll take you home" she refused.

"Master!" Iris was already unconcerned, she started prostrating at Satria's feet. "Help me, even if I don't get paid, just don't tell me to go home."

"Aish!" Satria held onto Iris' shoulder. "I can't take you."

"Master, I beg you." Iris kept pushing.

"Don't call me Sir. I'm not as rich as you think. I'm just a errand boy."

"Just take me! I don't mind being an errand boy, sir, help me."

Looking at his eyes, Satria's empathy increased. His conscience is still functioning. "All right, come with me."

***

Iris woke up from her sleep when she felt a splash of water wash over her face. His body was somewhat jolted at the sight of two women dressed alike, the maids who were often seen on television, looking at him intently.

“What Satria did not tell you about the rules in this house?” ask the woman who seems older than Iris. “Not started to work yet lazy, wake up!”

The woman's hand pulled Iris and pushed her to the floor. Iris just remembered, if she was brought by a man named Satria to a large and luxurious house. She said, Iris can start working here being a maid.

However, due to the lack of rest during her time at the brothel made her wake up late.

"Sorry, ak-“

“Not much to say, quickly shower and change clothes! Then prepare coffee for Mr. Damar, you only have ten minutes left!”

Iris glared, what did she say ten minutes? She took a shower more time than that, not to mention changing clothes.

“Tap-“

Not yet Iris finished talking the woman back cut him off. “I told you not to talk too much, fool! Do as ordered!”

Not wanting to be nagged again, Iris then walked to the bathroom.

“Hei! That's not your place, you shower down, near the kitchen!” telling her to make Iris switch to walk out of the room.

“Not for maid girl's size is very beautiful, Fris?” whispered Karmila, who had worked for almost ten years in the house. "What if he becomes a rival that makes it harder for you to get Mr Damar?"

Friska folded her hands on her chest, it could be admitted that the girl brought by Satria was indeed very beautiful.

"Let's bet the girl won't be working here for long. As before, he will also cry blood for serving Mr. Damar" he said with a grin.