Merried With Mr. Millionaires
Pain

Averyl was sitting pensively in his apartment, accompanied by a cup of coffee to accompany his cold night. Eduard's threat was still clearly remembered in Averyl's head. The fear is clearly still there. He felt his neck, his hair slightly standing up as he imagined the large hand of Eduard Yang strangling his neck while in the hospital. A murderous look, with hardened jaws still inside his head.

A wry smile was clearly drawn from Averyl's lips. It had been a month since the incident that he had never reunited with Eduard.

Averyl took his phone. He checked his remaining savings. Miris. His savings have been exhausted to meet the needs of his life, as well as the cost of the hospital after he miscarried.

“Free a CEO but unable to take responsibility,” Grumpy Averyl.

Breath came out of Averyl's mouth. He slammed his cell phone into the bed. The phone screen is on the sign of an incoming call from Papa.

Averyl grabbed the phone and pressed the green button. “What's more, I think the money I transferred yesterday was enough to stop your request!”

[Enough you say, no!]

The impact from Papa was enough to make Averyl's emotions ignited. “You think I'm a running bank who is always on standby to pour money when you need it. My savings ran out, and I haven't gotten a job. So don't ask me for any more money!”

[Averyl ... Averyl's. That's why I called you. Now you're just unprofitable unemployed, so you better not refuse to marry the man of my choice.]

“You think I'm crazy to want to marry an old man who has a treasure to satisfy your desire to get his treasure.”

[I think you also have more advantages, you could be a lady who has a foot barge in a luxurious house enjoying your husband's treasure.]

“I've stressed, that I will never marry anyone. Including the man of your choice!” averyl's face flushed with anger.

[So scared of you for treason. Don't be playful, you can do enough of your role to satisfy your husband's desires.]

“I am not *******!” his hands clenched after hanging up the phone unilaterally. If he can choose he never wants to be born into the world, just to satisfy his biological Papa's wishes.

Averyl's chest is up and down, with a racing heart rate. Anger still enveloped him, he did not understand why God presented himself to the world just to feel tremendous pain.

The memory of her fetus left Averyl slightly injured. But he continued to convince himself that if it was the best, the fetus in his womb would never be happy if successfully born into the world.

The faintest smile from Averyl's lips. No matter how bad she is and the pain that has been in her life, she is still a woman who has a heart. Although he knew the desire to eliminate his fetus was a mistake, but that was the best way.

***

Averyl tried to get up and carry his penknife, which he accidentally kept in a small cupboard beside his bed.

Sometimes Averyl blinked his petals to focus his eyesight so as not to be cheered. From the crack of her bedroom door Averyl saw four tall and muscular pyra people walking towards her room.

‘Sial, they're too many. I can lose! ... Let's think Vryl.’ Inner Averyl.

I haven't thought of a way to fight them. The bedroom door was pushed until Averyl's limp body fell to the floor.

He got up and stood facing the man. “Damn it! Who're you?” assertively Averyl while rubbing his slightly throbbing forehead.

The man did not speak, he raised his hand to order his men to take Averyl.

Averyl wavered a little, seeing three men approaching towards him. He realized that the knife he was holding had disappeared from his hand.

‘Sial!’

Averyl stepped back, looking for something and threw it towards the men who were approaching towards him. When his body reached the desk he even threw some books, but it meant nothing. Even he was willing to throw his favorite laptop, but the laptop fell to the floor and was destroyed. Not only laptops, flower fitting, and sleeping lights Averyl had thrown in the hope that one of them could fall. But they're actually fine. As a result of the fear of all his throws deviated because they managed to avoid.

Arriving at the corner of the room Averyl could not go anywhere. “Who sent you here?”

Instead of answering but the three men smiled a very scary grin. Averyl was never in this position, for several years he lived alone no one ever dared to enter his apartment.

When one man held her right hand Averyl tried to rebel, but unfortunately when a handkerchief perched on the mouth and nose Averyl lost consciousness.

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Good morning

Today 3 chapters first. Can anyone guess who took Averyl?

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