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Fifth wife

Two months ago,

In country F, a young woman walks into a stupor in her rather cluttered clothes. The corner of his lips was bleeding and his face was covered in a purplish blue bruise. Half-crying he ran away trying to get away from the direction he thought could save himself from all the distress.

FLASHBACKS

Just now, he was sold by his stepmother to a man who was more deserving of his own father. Her stepmother owed the old man too much. Not to fulfill his daily life, but to fulfill his lifestyle that is too far from what he has. In the end, it was Rose who had to endure it all.

Rose has a half-brother who is also a woman, their age is only 1 year. The old man was initially attracted to Rose's half-brother named Mirabel. But at the instigation of the mother and child, the old man was finally more interested in Rose. He would consider the affair between them to be complete if Rose could become his fifth wife. The man looked at Rose who was sweeping the courtyard with her ferocious eyes. Of course it makes both the child and the mother so excited.

"Rose!", call Madame Mira in such a gentle voice.

"What is the old madam calling me in such a disgusting voice?!", Rose grumbled in her heart.

He stopped his activities, leaning his long broom against a shady tree not far from him. With a reluctant face he stepped towards his stepmother. Something was wrong with the smiles they put on their faces.

"What's wrong with that old man?! Her eyes were as if she was ready to eat me!", again Rose's mind didn't like.

"Yes, what's wrong, madam?", he asked politely but still did not hide his reluctant face. Rose only uses a very simple home dress that even looks outdated. He braided his golden hair backwards and left several children with hair beside his ears. The look was very simple, there was not even the slightest flashy impression. But if it is beautiful basically, a princess who is forced to wear the look of a maid will still look shining. That's how Rose described it, her obsolete look did not cover the aura of beauty she had today.

"Call me mother, baby! I'm your mother too!", Madame Mira put on a charming smile.

"Curtain, what the fuck is he?! Wouldn't if I just called her mother once she would water me with hot water?!", Rose said in her heart.

"Yes, okay mom! What's calling me? My work is not finished!", said Rose with a reluctant face.

"Include this is Mr. Rogh!", Madame Mira gestured with her eyes at Rose to extend her hand first.

"Hello, how's Mr. Rogh! I am Rose!", he chose to bend his body in salute to the old man who was before him.

"Why are you so sad, Rose. You should have greeted Old Rogh properly, right!", Mirabel pulled Rose's hand to shake the old man.

"Ta, my hands are dirty! I haven't washed my hands after work!", exclaimed Rose, who tried to remove her hands from Mirabel's hand.

"Hallo Miss Rose! Just call me Rogh! Don't be too proud of me!", said Old Rogh who had grasped tightly Rose's hand. His thumb gently rubbed the back of Rose's hand and his eyes flickered looking at her with a preying gaze.

Rose hurriedly pulled out her hand. Tilting his body while shuddering in horror as he looked at the old man warily. Then a bad feeling came, he threw a sharp gaze towards his mother and also his half-brother.

"A, Rose! What if you accompany Old Rogh first here! Mother was still some work behind!", Madame Mira and also her daughter immediately got up from her seat.

"What job? All the work I've done except sweep the courtyard!", exclaimed Rose still with her sharp gaze. He furrowed his brows deeply while looking at his old stepmother, figuring out what they were planning to do.

"Ah, sweep the page! Mirabel, you can go on with it! Mother had to prepare dinner, yes dinner!", Madam Mira pushed her daughter's body forward and gestured to obey her current orders.

"But Ma,,,!", Mirabel's lips chirped in annoyance. It felt so lazy that he had to do such a rough job. He certainly does not want his nails that have been beautifully painted must be damaged because of the rough work.

Mistress Mira's lips muttered indistinctly with large rounded eyes. Gesticulating to his daughter that this was an indisputable order. Mirabel exhaled her rough breath before finally conforming and stepping out. Well, let him succumb to this moment, rather than he having to serve a basket that is more worthy of being his father.

Busy with that thought, Rose did not realize Mr. Rogh's mischievous hand was starting to touch his fingers that were on his thighs. Mr. Rogh clasped his hand with a wide grin on his lips.

"Don't be shy, dear!", said Mr. Rogh with insolent eyes who tried to tease him.

While trying to pull her hand, Rose's face wrinkled all over. He looked at the old man with an astonished and disgusting look.

"Come on, Rose baby! We'll be married soon. So don't you be so shy and shy about me!", the other hand he used to stroke Rose's smooth white arm with a hungry look.

Seeming to be struck by lightning, his body nailed suddenly. Right now his brain is working hard to digest what the man said just now. What the fuck with all this. Who would dare to play with his future. Rose growled furiously as she realized who was behind all this.

"Your mother has given herself up to make me my fifth wife. He has sold you to me to pay off his debts!", whispered Mr. Rogh in a seductive tone in Rose's ear.

The woman gasped, she grew increasingly wary of the old man next to her. Rose kept her body away from there. Then restrained because his hand was still blocked by the man's hand. Mr. Rogh's hungry gaze grew. He pulled Rose's hand until her body approached, very close to the man's body. Mr. Rogh tilted his head ready to land his foul lips on Rose's lips. The old man's perverted face was clearly visible in his eyes.

"Oh my God, please help me!", Rose cried in her heart.

Rose's brain is forced to work hard to figure out how to escape the man's clutches.

"Vas flowers!", inner Rose.

He saw a small flower vase made of ceramic standing on a table in front of him. While continuing to distance himself from Mr. Rogh's approaching body, his free hand he used to reach the vase.

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Red liquid came out of Mr. Rogh's head. Pouring profusely to make some of his face red. The fresh blood flowed as a result of the vase Rose had placed on her head. It was just a crazy idea he thought of to save his life. That was all he could use to make him not regret anything that would happen later. Rose was ready to face the risks she was about to take.

Mr. Rogh's body nailed, his hands outstretched trying to touch his wet head. He checked what liquid was wetting his head at the moment.

"Damn!", he said then after realizing the liquid was blood.

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Rose's body was thrown to the floor as a result of a violent slap thrown by Mr. Rogh. He held her red and hot cheeks. The tip of his lips was sore, he could feel with the tip of his tongue that it was wounded and bleeding.

"Bad! How many lives do you dare oppose me!", cried Lord Rogh full of anger.

The commotion managed to lure the mother and child pair to come closer due to the curiosity that pervaded each of them. Then the two compactly covered his gaping mouth with both of their hands each. They did not expect that Rose who was usually quiet and obedient would do impulsive actions that are very risky as it is today

Selfishness keeps their hearts closed. After seeing the scene before them, what was terbesit was after this how they would survive the wrathful Lord Rogh. Hurriedly Madame Mira approached, still trying to calm the old man's anger.

"Oh, jeez! Master what happened to your head?! Rose, what's going on? Why can it be like this? Mirabel, quickly grab the medicine box. Mr. Rogh's wounds must be dealt with immediately", Mrs Mira put on her worried face while inviting Mr. Rogh to sit back.

Still on the floor, Rose was reluctant to explain a single thing. To be sure, he thinks his mother and stepbrother must have known what really happened. So he did not have to bother telling in detail what he experienced. Rose's eyes stared intently at this middle-aged woman who was his stepmother. Then take turns towards Mr. Rogh who is being handled and to Mirabel who is also looking at him with a look of disdain.