The Trait of Love The Player
Hate Me

Elvier just kept moving his body, the model really felt uncomfortable. Never mind to sleep, just close his eyes Elvier can not. Though the time has shown at 2 am, too late for him.

In contrast to Yasmine, the girl who already held the status of being the wife of a famous model, looked comfortable and happy in her dreams.

Yasmine even smiled faintly, even though both of the girls eyes were still tightly closed. While the sleepless Elvier could not be seen rising from his recline, the plain black-clothed man fitting the body turned his eyes on Yasmine.

Somehow Elvier even further eroded the distance with the girl, the big tall man slowly brought his steps towards the bed. Even with a very heart Elvier sat himself down near the girl he married a few dozen hours ago.

One of Elvier's hands stretched out, removing the strands of mischievous hair that covered Yasmine's peaceful face. Both corners of Elvier's lips lifted, forming a thin smile that he often showed Yasmine.

"I'm glad you hate me, hate me with all your heart, Mine. So that later when the time comes, you won't feel like losing me." muttered Elvier.

The model's hand continued to walk down the surface of Yasmine's face, even Elvier was seen staring deeply at her wife's thin lips. The lips that always cursed him, even the thin lips that Elvier was touching it must often swear at him every time.

"Eeungghh," Yasmine wriggled softly.

Apparently the girl was annoyed, but it seemed that Elvier had no intention of staying away from Yasmine. Even as Yasmine slowly opened her two eyes, Elvier remained embedded in her place.

"In the dream is still disturbed, you are like Jinnya Aladin know not, no longer the Jafar. Wherever there must be," muttered Yasmine.

The girl was still half conscious, her eyes slowly closing as Elvier lifted the white blanket that Yasmine wore to her chest. Elvier raised one corner of his lips when he saw Yasmine again closed both eyes.

Without a word the model got up, the two legs of the level and tough it led him towards the balcony. Both of Elvier's brown-to-grey eyes stared at the night sky, the dark sky was bright and beautiful as the stars decorated it.

Elvier's hand squeezed the iron barrier of the balcony, the man's gaze slowly looked cold and flat.

"I won't die until you give me my mother's right." siss Elvier.

Ommar Albarack, his father so loved his mother, Ennet Almarhumah, they married in silence because Ommar's family, who had a blue blood note, did not approve of their relationship. Until they arrive at the lowest point in life, Ommar is faced with two choices. Divorced Ennet, or received a proposal Lavera - a princess from a noble family in Dubai, at the whim of her extended family.

I don't know what happened next, Ommar arrived to accept the conditions proposed by his family. Marrying Lavera made her the queen consort of the Albarack family, while Ennet, the first wife of Ommar, was only the King's secret concubine at the time. Even Lavera could conceive first of Ennet, making Ennet's love and trust in her husband Ommar, start to have doubts.

Until her peak, when Ennet gave birth to Elvier. Ommar never had any more time for Ennet and Elvier. The King was always busy going with Lavera and Yazan Albarack, his first son.

Elvier further strengthened his grip on the iron trellis, his eyes flushed red as he recalled all of that. Even when Lavera slandered him, Ommar made no sound at all. It was as if the King had justified the Empress's accusation against him.

"I will take my due and Ennet Milles back, Ommar Albarack." muttered Elvier, with a small grin on his lips.

**I CAN'T HATE YOU DEAR, PLISS DON'T MAKE SATISFIEDI CANCEL EL😂😂😂

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