Marriage for Revenge
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“Nesya Latisha..” that creepy heavy voice made Nesya swallow a rough saliva. His body immediately went limp after seeing Fariz who was already standing behind him. Stopping the movement of eating fried rice paid to wash dishes for hours, apparently Nesya really insulted her husband's men.

The girl sulked because she suddenly wanted fried rice, but unfortunately, Fariz's men no longer had money. As a result he made a pact with the owner of the stall at the expense of the innocent handsome man.

“And you, what are you doing there?” his eagle bead stared intently at his men who turned out to be named Radit.

“I am again seeking the Boss' reward, perhaps I have the courage to gag your wife's mouth!” he said, throwing a sponge violently, the man grumbled. How could he be stuck with the sableng couple who had always troubled him?

“Try saying once again!” Fariz gave a murderous look making Radit instantly hold his neck.

Seeing that they were struggling, Nesya tried to escape from the food stall, but her steps stopped as Fariz uttered an ultimatum that she could only respond by stroking her chest.

“Do not try to run! Or I really make you unable to walk!” he said firmly without turning his head, his hands still remain in his pants pocket adding to the haughty impression in the man.

Nesya smiled wryly, while Radit seemed to be waving at her while leaving them. “Ah shit!” muttered.

“Nesya.” Fariz smiled sweetly, but his gaze seemed as if it was about to tear him apart.

“Hehe.. Don't be angry, brother, I just want to go for a walk,” scratched his nape that is not itchy at all. Nesya could only give up when again the man carried her.

“Prepare your mentality, because I make sure it will make you sprawl, even until your bones are loose I will not stop it!” Fariz grinned, looking at the petrified Nesya next to him. Nesya was afraid that it would actually happen.

‘Captained? A loose bone? Gosh, what kind of man is this, isn't he tired of giving me that indecent punishment?’ Nesya cursed in the heart. Nesya trembled more and more as the car he was riding entered the yard of the house, his mind began to wander, imagining what kind of savage Fariz would make him sprawled.

“Down!”

“Aaa get off me Brother!” Nesya was shocked as Fariz lifted her up like a sack of rice.

“Open your shirt!”

“Ha? Why?” Nesya who was still feeling dizzy because of Fariz's actions just now did not hear clearly her husband's orders.

Fariz fizzed, with one pull he managed to tear off Nesya's clothes which now only left her bra and shorts alone. But damn, when he was about to start his game, his stomach immediately felt stirred up, immediately he went to the bathroom.

“Huek.” Fariz continued to vomit, his head felt swirling, coupled with Nesya who innocently asked why.

“Go Nesya!” snapped Fariz, while Nesya, the girl frowned, looking in surprise at the man, but at once came the ridiculous idea of pranking Fariz.

“What are you doing?? Huek!!”

Nesya laughed with satisfaction, she continued to flank Fariz's neck in her armpit, letting Fariz enjoy her distinctive scent, coincidentally she had not bathed since morning. He was satisfied to see Fariz's helplessness, without the slightest fear, Nesya continued to puff her body at the man who still felt nauseous.

“AS NESYA!!” Fariz felt his patience had run out, he pushed Nesya to stumble on the bathroom wall.

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