Don't Say Love (BOOK 2)
Prologues

A woman ran through the cold night air. Her clothes that no longer have perfect form was not touched. The cold night wind was not a taste for him. Tears continued to bathe his face as he continued to turn his head back, and hoped that the men would no longer pursue him.

When he saw a dark and narrow dead-end alley, the woman ran to it. He crouched behind the wall and sharpened his hearing. Meanwhile, the only thing he could hear was his crazy heartbeat. His breathing was outnumbered by a voice he could only hear himself. Other than the rumbling sound of his heart, there was something painful inside his chest. The shadow when he realized that this was all just a trap.

Life is not as good as the story in the novel.

That sentence still refused to decay in his brain. He could hear the sound until now. The woman felt that the sentence was laughing at her, mocking her who still expected eternal love.

There aren't. All is pain and bitterness. All is nothing more than a pseudo-shadow that only she sees as beauty. The fact that the good past can change the fictitious future. Until now, at this moment, the pain was increasingly penetrating into his bones.

"So, after you ran away from me, you're hiding here, honey?"

The woman's body suddenly froze. His related hand felt extremely cold as the sound pierced directly into his senses. The woman did not dare to raise her head. He could not see the man looking at him as hatefully as he had just a moment ago. He could not see the hatred in the man's eyes. He can't.

'SRAK'

"Parr...!" The woman grimaced as her head was forced up and was convinced that her hair had slipped into the man's rough grasp. His face continued to duck, not daring to look at the owner of the hand that was now in front of him. He knew that no matter how much he asked for forgiveness, the man would never forgive him. His piercing sharp eyes had already become a marker of his anger.

The small hands followed the hand of the man who was weakly grabbing his mane. He hoped that the compassion he had been shown would be seen now. But, as he peeked out from behind the empty crack, the man seemed to be grinning horribly. Things he'd never seen before.

"A-Thank me, Jullian. I beg you." Her great-grandchild. The woman no longer knew what she could do to alleviate this pain. He could not think clearly, other than begging for mercy from her. Jullian had to forgive her, for her sake as well as her mother who was waiting for this moment.

Jullian loosened his trap on the woman. He brought Arnetta's face slightly closer to him and placed his lips in front of the woman's ears. "Finally, .. You know what your position is now. You are nothing more than an*****, Arnetta. I bought you very expensive."

DEG

Arnetta was once again frozen. It felt like the world had just hit his head. The cold that was not the wind that night spread instantly all over his body involuntarily. The words that jolted his consciousness heard were very clear and kind from the man's lips. The sweet word that he had always remembered shattered instantly.

"If you don't want to serve my guests, fine ... From this moment on you must serve me. Like it or not, you have to do it or the old woman's life will be in my hands."

No sweet promises, now Arnetta knows her dark life will await her. He will be destroyed, certainly destroyed in the hands of this man he loves so much.