Merried With Mr. Millionaires
In Grips

During reading 😊

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Averyl woke up with a throbbing head. He tried to spread his eyes. The room he was in was no stranger. Every ins and outs he memorized well even though he had been almost a few years he did not occupy.

The sound of a door being opened slowly by someone caught Averyl's attention. He looked and found a housekeeper he had known since childhood named Minah. His attention was drawn to a tray containing a bowl of rib soup that he longed for.

“Non is okay? ... This aunty bring soup non sure hungry.”

Averyl just smiled and rose from his sleeping position to sit down. He received a bowl of soup that smelled very tempting. Without waiting any longer, Averyl stuffed the soup into his mouth. It feels amazing, Minah's rib soup never fails.

“Aunt is happy to see Non is fine, but aunt is also sad after knowing the purpose of Mr. bring Non here for what.”

Averyl swallowed the food in his mouth with great difficulty. He tried to give a faint smile and resumed eating.

“Aunt calm down, Averyl will be fine. Don't worry,” said Averyl reassured Minah with a sweet smile.

Minah gently stroked Averyl's hair lovingly. Since he was entrusted by Gumelar, the master who is none other than Averyl's biological father. A speck of tears slid from Minah's petals, how could a father bear to marry his daughter to an old man bangka for the sake of treasure. Though all this time Minah never once saw Averyl get affection from Gumelar in the slightest.

Averyl and Minah jumped when the door opened a little rough. There Gumelar stood firmly, with a gaze ordering Minah to come out. Without a word Minah moved from Averyl's room, her gaze fixed on the three women who were walking behind Gumelar.

Averyl stared lazily at his Papa, keeping the bowl on the nightstand beside his bed. “Dress my daughter to be a very beautiful bride tonight,” Gumelar orders the three women she ordered to beautify Averyl on her wedding day.

“Papa's crazy! I don't want to marry anyone,” insists Averyl with eyes that radiate anger.

Gumelar approached towards Averyl's bed, he smiled sinisterly. “I don't accept rebuttal. You've been so insolent to me.”

“Why should I submit to you? Though you never treated me like your own daughter,” Averyl said fieryly.

Averyl smiled cynically. “I never asked to be born. It should be you who knew I would never exist if it didn't come from****** such a bastard like you!”

One hard slap landed on Averyl's white cheek leaving a red mark. Averyl touched his right cheek which was hot and sore. He was used to feeling a slap on his cheek, but this time the pain was incredible. His clenched hands held back the anger.

Averyl's room was very quiet, only the roar of breathing was heard. While the three women standing behind Gumelar were just silently silent watching the scene of a child and father that they had never seen in person on the wedding day.

“Dare you insult me once again, I make sure the woman******* it will die in my hands right then and there.” Threat Gumelar succeeded. Now Averyl was bowed with an irregular breath holding in anger.

There was nothing Averyl could do when it came to the woman who had given birth to him into the world. No matter how severe the woman was, Averyl would never have been born into the world without her struggles.

Regardless of the reason the mother gave it to Gumelar, Averyl until this moment did not know the exact reason. Even until now he had never seen how beautiful a woman who managed to give birth to him into the world.

One of the three women who came with Gumelar is now beautifying Averyl's plain face. The blank look as well as sadness was clearly visible to him, but he could do nothing. This is his job, his good name at stake if he does not manage to dress Averyl.

“I beg you to help me get out of here,” said Averyl with a flat face half begging.

“Nona please don't do anything. Mr. Gumelar could kill me if Miss managed to escape.”

“Whatever you ask me to grant it, I don't want to marry.”

The fairy sighed, as Averyl spoke a lot of lipstick she was applying off the track and ruined her makeup.

“If the lady keeps talking, I will call Mr. Gumelar to be quiet. The time it gives is not much, and I do not want to be blamed if until it is too late because Miss.”

Averyl just looked fiercely at the woman who was fiercer than him. It seemed like he had to find another way, this woman before him was of no use at all for his survival. Yes survival, Averyl does not want to marry anyone let alone with an old man who has a treasure. No! But how to escape in his Papa's grasp.