My husband's the Cruel Mafia
Chapter 4

Still in the same place, since then Nayla was indignantly unclear because it was not allowed to meet with Rein. Of course what the girl did upset Hana.

How could his master bring this bar-bar girl who did not know manners to come to the mansion? There's no way that this girl is his future great mistress?

"You can meet Mr. Rein. But, please take care of your attitude, Miss!" hana said in a soft tone, she was afraid to offend Nayla, who in fact looked like a child.

"What are you saying, huh! I'm not polite?! You should have just asked the ice man why he brought me here. I don't want to!" nayla shouted as she ruffled her waist in front of Hana. Don't forget the sound of the bell that makes the entire mansion close its ears.

As for Hana, the woman just sighed and smiled faintly. The trap is not wrong anymore, Nayla is indeed the future wife of her master. It feels absolutely impossible!

Many beautiful, wealthy, educated women came and expressed their feelings for Rein. But why would he choose a bar-bar girl like Nayla?

"Hana, I want to talk for a while," a man came over and whispered to Hana. After saying something, the man left. Hana's face turned slightly surprised, but she managed to neutralize her back.

"Let's come with me, Miss. Because soon you'll be getting married" said Hana to ask Nayla to come with her.

"W-what, Married?! You're not kidding me." this time not only Hana, but also the bride-to-be who was also shocked to hear that she was getting married today. "Who am I going to marry?!" nayla pointed at herself.

"Young master Rein!" answer Hana briefly.

Brugh!

Nayla's body sagged for a moment, falling on the floor. New feeling last night they met, why suddenly invited to marry.

"Can I refuse it, Hana."

"can't. Of course you already know, what risks you will take if you refuse this marriage." replied Hana reached out, helping Nayla get back on her feet.

"Why would they sell me to an ice man." - Nayla. Unknowingly the girl's tears were dripping. He could not imagine being married and living with Reinhard. What will be his torment, not yet his wife Nayla has almost gone crazy. Especially when it's legal later.

Nayla followed Hana's footsteps. I don't know where the woman's gonna take him. To be sure, they were currently heading to a room. More precisely the dressing room.

"Do your duty, dress young lady as beautifully as possible!" hana orders a man who looks like a woman.

"By pleasure, Hana," he replied in a resounding tone.

Roy pulls Nayla's hand and sits the girl in front of the dresser.

"Get your hands off!" ketus Nayla's. He would at least like someone to touch him carelessly like this. Especially in touching men so-genesis.

"Amboi, just calm down Miss. Eike won't fuck with yey. Or maybe just one." Roy chuckles while starting to polish the face of Nayla who looks beautiful natural despite not wearing makeup. "After all, yey this is the boss's future wife. How dare eike hold-hold!"

"But you held my hand, sir! I'm not-"

"St! Just call me eike miss R, do you understand?!" whispered Roy.

Nayla bengong for a moment. Honestly, he was holding his laughter desperately. It's just that Nayla is afraid of this man so-this incident is angry with her. Because as far as Nayla knows when in the village, Roy-like men will bring out their original character if they are angry or provoked by emotions.

"And from yey's origin you know, like donuts. Eike prefers bananas," said Roy.

Until the sound of baritone was heard, making the two look back together.

"You guys are still a long time, huh! I've been waiting since ta-" Rein's sentence stopped when he saw a pretty face with a thin makeup polish that was sitting staring at him.

"Wait, why the color of his eyeballs is different." murmured Nayla but only in the heart. Yeah, Nayla just realized that Mark didn't let her look up that night. And this morning, Rein always wore sunglasses. Even so, Rein looks very handsome with****** growing around his chin. "Good God, wake up Nay! What are you thinking, you idiot!" Nayla is self-devouring, almost fascinated by the ice man.

"How, Master. Young lady is pretty, isn't she?" roy asked, proud of his hard work.

"He's so ugly!" rein replied with a flat, stressed face in each of her sentences.

"But, Mister..."

Rein paid no heed to Roy's words and walked closer towards Nayla. For some reason, seeing Nayla reminds her of someone from her past.

"What do you want?!" Nayla slightly retreated backwards until her body was cornered into a corner of the dressing table.

Rein's face drew closer and made Nayla's body tremble in fear and closed her eyes.

"Of course I'm picking up my future wife!"

Greb!

Nayla's body seemed to float when Rein carried her bridal style. Then take her out of there to the wedding venue.

"Down me!" Nayla tried to rebel.

"Shut up and wipe away those tears, or you'll come back ugly like ashes!" ketus Rein ignored the screams of Nayla that so disturbed him.

Nayla can only resign if she is currently married to Rein. Wanting to rebel though, there would be no point now. He just had to figure out how to get out of there later.

"Ck!" Nayla had to put both her hands around Rein's neck.

Unknowingly the man smiled faintly. A smile that even Nayla could not see.

Rein takes Nayla into the car where Mark has been waiting for her since. The man with the little head of plontos did not blink at all when he saw Nayla's beauty.

"Don't let me pop out those eyes, Mark!" ketus Rein felt dislike when his future wife was stared at by another man.

"Yes, forgive me, sir. It's just that the lady looks very different in a dress and also dresses up like this" Mark replied honestly. "I think the man who saw the lady will also definitely-"

Bugh!

"Shh.what are you doing" he sighed when he was hit hard on his stomach.

"Whisper!" Rein slammed the door of his car.

"Curtain! Just tell me you're jealous, sir," muttered Mark and went in after Rein. Mark thought his master was not a woman, but it turned out that he had been wrong. "Don't let Mr. Rein fall in love with the girl" Mark said, but only inwardly