The Bodyguard's
Run Out

Miabella is still trying to escape Vlad's confinement. However, the Russian man was like he was possessed by a demon. Vlad who has been able to hold back and control himself, this time no longer cares about all the authority that he has always guarded. The handsome blond man kissed Miabella deeper and deeper.

While Miabella who had not given up on continuing to break away, the longer the resistance weakened. He no longer had the strength to fight, as Vlad was now more and more powerful to hold his body.

Vlad didn't want to waste the opportunity. He continued to mengeluat women's lips that had made him feel so curious, even arguably very crazy. For men with man bun hairstyles, a kiss alone is more than enough. Vlad didn't want to take a chance in such a situation.

However, Vlad also seemed to want to satisfy all his curiosity. She kissed Miabella for a long time, though the brunette didn't reply to her.

A few moments passed. Vlad, satisfied, finally rose from the body of Miabella. He looked at the beautiful body wrapped in makeshift clothes that was still lying on the bed. The Russian man resisted Miabella's sharp gaze with a difficult highlight to decipher.

Shortly afterwards, Vlad smiled a faint smile as he rubbed his lower lip using his thumb. Without saying anything else, Roderyk Lenkov's adopted son passed from there. Leaving Miabella still in a recumbent position on the bed.

“Fuck you, Vlad!” furious Miabella quietly. He turned his face towards the window, The poor lady looked back at the still colorless sky.

Not long after, there was a knock on the door. A middle-aged woman entered with a slightly bowed body as a sign of respect. He's carrying cleaning equipment. “Excuse me, Miss. Mr. Ignashevich told me to tidy up this room,” he said politely in German.

However, Miabella did not respond. After all, he did not understand what the woman was saying. After a while, Miabella got up. He walked closer to the woman. Miabella patted the back of the woman who was sweeping the floor. Since she could not speak German, Miabella decided to try to communicate with the waiter in English. I hope the woman understands her words.

“Where is this place?” ask Miabella quietly.

The waiter was silent for a moment, then shook his head. Either because he doesn't understand, or there's something he's covering up.

Miabella herself did not want to give up. He moved his hand, describing a mobile phone.

“Telefon? Monten Sie das Telefon ausleihen? (Call? Do you want to borrow a phone?)” the waiter is in German.

“Yes. Phone.” Miabella placed her thumb on her ear and pinky on her lips, as a sign that she wanted to call.

The woman shook her head again while answering in German. Although Miabella did not understand her point, she could understand that she had refused her request.

“Do not worry. I won't tell Vlad,” Miabella said using a hand gesture.

The waiter began to doubt. Many times he turned his head towards the door, then shook his head again.

Miabella was desperate. Tired, sad, hungry and worried made her start crying. He walked slowly away from the servant who was still completing his task. The brown-haired young lady leaned her arms against the wall next to the glass window earlier. The pointer touches the glass decorated with wooden frames, then moves to form an inscription. Carlo. Miabella's gaze then glared at the calm lake water.

“Es gibt einen Weg, der um den See herumfuhrt. Die Strase fuhrt Sie zum nachsten Dorf (There is a path that goes around the lake. The road will take you to the nearest village),” said the waiter.

Miabella immediately turned her head, even though she did not understand the meaning. He shook his head with cheeks wet with tears.

“There .... road ...,” said the woman stammered, using English. “Village, its index” leads to weeds that meet the edge of the lake.

“Is there a way behind that weed?” ask Miabella carefully in English.

“Yes,” replied the woman nodded.

“Village?” ask Miabella. “What is the name of his village?”

The waiter was silent again. Her blue eyes continued to look at the beautiful face of Miabella. He seemed to be considering what answer he would give to the captive master.

“Rieseby,” replied the woman in the end.

“Can I borrow your phone? Please,” pinta Miabella half cuckold. His hand again made a gesture as a gesture, describing someone who was on the phone. Miabella hopes the woman understands what she is saying.

“Nein, tut mir leid (No, forgive me).” The servant shook his head with a sorry look. He left the room in a hurry. The waiter also closed the door and locked it tightly.

Exhaling slowly, Miabella laid her increasingly weak body on the small bed. The bed that bears the silent witness to the forced kiss of Vlad Ignashevich on her.

The wife of the head of the Red Wolf clan came back crying. Miabella was so angry at herself that she was too weak. It's not like he is.

“Carlo, find me. Please,” whispers in between sobbing. “What should I do?” Miabella asked herself. However, that question then brought up a brilliant idea in his mind.

Ever since Vlad first brought him to that remote place, Miabella had already counted the number of days that had passed. Twenty-seven days he spent silent. During that time, Vlad checked every night before he rested.

Miabella always noticed Vlad always carrying a manual lock. Every time the man finished unlocking, Vlad kept it in his left pants pocket.

Like that night, when the light of the sun has changed with the illumination of the bulb. Vlad went back into the room to check on Miabella, bringing dinner for the beautiful woman.

“For tonight, I had to force you to eat, Bella. I don't want you to die in vain from hunger in this place. My goal in taking you away is to save you. However, you yourself seem to want to kill yourself slowly,” Vlad said sounding disappointed.

Ungainly, Vlad pulled one chair up to sit opposite Miabella. His right hand held a plate full of delicious-scented steak meat, and was very appetizing. Vlad put the plate in his lap.

Lihai her fingers cut the thick meat, then stabbed it with a fork. Slowly and carefully, Vlad directed the piece of meat in front of Miabella's mouth, which was still tightly sealed. “Tree. Be eating. One mouthful,” the door.

Miabella stared intently at the handsome face of Vlad, the man who had stolen a kiss from her. He opened a little mouth, then accepted the bribe earlier. At that time, Miabella chose to continue devouring food until it ran out. Nor did he refuse, when Vlad drank a glass of water. Miabella gulped it down. “Thank you,” said the young woman.

Vlad was a little surprised. Miabella doesn't usually act that sweet. However, the man felt very happy about the change. “You should have been like this from the beginning, Bella. You don't have to starve,” Vlad said with a smile.

“Why do you want to help me? You should have made your foster father's business easier by shooting myself to death in that mansion,” Miabella said flatly.

“You must have known the reason why I couldn't kill you,” Vlad replied a moment later.

“No! I don't know if you don't say anything,” said Miabella still with a flat and cold tone.

“That's because .. I love you,” Vlad said in the end. “I've been in love with you since we first met.” Vlad's blue eyes looked shady and full of love at Miabella.

“Love?” Miabella laughed cynically, then looked away.

“I am stupid and crazy. I am fully aware that I will never be able to have you. However, I really can't if anyone tries to harm you, even though it's my own father,” Vlad said.

The atmosphere of a shahdu night, the dim lighting made the man a little complacent. Unknowingly, Vlad drew closer to Miabella. His thin lips had even come into contact with the ranum lips of a woman who was already a wife of another man. Surprisingly, Miabella was also impressed not to refuse. She seemed to let go, as Vlad kissed her warmly.

Over time, the kiss warmed up. Vlad even returned to laying down the beautiful body of Miabella in bed. However, he had time to let go of his kiss, and was astonished to see the attitude of Miabella who tended to resign. “Why don't you refuse?” tanyanya.

“Do whatever you want to do. I can no longer avoid you.” Miabella's voice sounded so soft and seductive. Makes Vlad's desire even more heightened. Moreover, Miabella's hand had already moved around her neck and forced the man to get closer to her.

Vlad lost his mind. He continued the passionate luma that was reciprocated no less hot by Miabella. His hands are moving wilder and wilder. So did Miabella's hand.

Without Vlad noticing, Miabella's hand moved only for one purpose, which was to pick up the room key hidden in the right pants pocket. After Miabella managed to get the key, she immediately stopped the kiss, then kicked Vlad's core area with all her might using her knees

Vlad squealed while groaning in pain. He rolled over and fell off the edge of the bed while continuing to hold his core area with both hands.

Seeing that great opportunity, Miabella did not stay silent. He grabbed the steak knife from the empty plate, then stuck it into Vlad's chest. Not wanting to waste any time, Miabella jumped over Vlad's strapping body lying on the floor. He turned the key hurriedly, then opened the door wide. As fast as lightning, Miabella ran out and down the stairs. Unmindful of Vlad's heartbreaking moans.

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