Don't Love Me, Mr. Casanova
Chapter 11
Prangs...
Prangs....
A 29-year-old portrait adorning the bedroom walls of Paula and Alexander fell with and broke to pieces, the photo paper was still intact but not with the frame.
It was like a real picture of the household life they had built for 29 years, the portrait was like the family life that seemed happy and intact outside, he said, but in reality the frame of their household had long since been shapelessly destroyed.
This time 55-year-old Paula who still looks very beautiful at her age has not been able to tolerate the unilateral decision taken by her husband, who is still very beautiful, he was the perpetrator who destroyed a portrait of his own marriage with the man he had forcibly taken from his beloved fiancee.
"You failed to get her mother and now you want her son to marry my son huh" Hardik Paula with her chest up and down, it felt like he did not accept having to marry his son to the child of a woman who he hated wholeheartedly, even when she died Isyana still could not go from her husband's heart, it made Paula even more furious.
"Your son?isn't he my son, Daffin is mine, you made him mine when you made his presence as an excuse to hold me accountable, I have the right to manage his life" Alexander said, holding his chest, lung disease that he had suffered for a long time actually did not allow him to release excessive emotions.
"I would not make Jala*g's daughter my son-in-law"
"Who do you call Jalan*?"
"The woman !he who took you from me, I just took what was supposed to be mine, remember Alex!" Paula pointed to her husband's face, "You were betrothed to me first, not to the ash" Paula exasperated.
Alexander never thought how they could live a household like this, he could even just touch Paula in a drunken state, and that he did to keep the feelings of the woman who had become his wife. I don't know why there is no love that can grow in his heart if you remember what Paula did.
"Paula.." Alexander's voice rattled and began to weaken, he realized persuading his wife by force would never work.
"Can't you just do it this time without putting up a fight. You know I'm in such an unhealthy state, I just want to see Daffin marry the woman of my choice" Alexander was forced to hold his wife's hand.
Paula who always expected a warm touch from her husband who never loved her slowly began to melt.
"Why should the child of that woman? Daffin has Cleo, he's the son of my cedar friend, Cleo comes from a family and is a model"
"But Daffin needs Rainbow to be the CEO of the Jaxton group, as well as the highest shareholder"
"Why is that?" paula knitted her eyebrows together, which she knew Daffin was the sole heir to Jaxton's corporate group owned by her husband.
Daffin only needed 40 percent of Alexander's shares and combined them with Daffin and Paula's 10 percent each so that 60 percent of the automatic shares would make him the highest leader in Jaxton, while the other 40 percent of the shares are owned by about 20 other shareholders, some of them are Alexander's distant family and business associates.
"I've given 20 percent of my stake to Pelangi, and it's official, so the only way is that Daffin has to marry Pelangi so he can cement his position at the Jaxton Hotel" this time Alexander reaffirmed his tone.
"You really can't be forgiven Alexander Jaxton" joked Paula with Anger who again peaked in ubun ubun.
While Daffin who had been standing on the doorstep of his parents' room that was not closed tightly just grinned to hear every word that was thrown from two people who never made him calm living in this house.
"That woman" Daffin clenched his hands, wanting to feel like he was hitting something right now, the 28-year-old man had never liked the woman named Isyana even though he had not met her at all. He believes the mastermind of his family's unhappiness is the woman he now knows is dead.
"Married her son?" Daffin again muttered, a sneaky grin continued to rise in his lips, of course there is no other way but to marry the girl's child because of the 20 percent stake given by his father.
But Daffin has promised in his heart will make the child of the woman feel the suffering he and his mother all this time.
Daffin passes with Melvin to his study at the luxurious Mansion. In fact, Daffin rarely went home to his parents' mansion he and Melvin prefer to live in a luxury apartment whose units are side by side, but today he suddenly missed his mother and finally had to go back to hearing the great quarrels of his parents.
"Find the woman named Rainbow, she is the son of Doctor Isyana, the woman who is loved by my father" Daffin said when he dropped his body weight on his chair.
While Melvin sat in his macho style on a sofa not too far from Daffin's desk.
The man who is also the age of Daffin can only massage his temple.
"Not to be sought, your father will bring it himself" Timpal Melvin said.
"I want to see how great the son of the woman my father loved that had to give up 20 percent shares, his pesky even bigger than mine" furious Daffin.
"So you're gonna marry her?" Melvin's gaze was full of probing," Then what about Cleo, everyone knows that the famous tidal model is your lover" Melvin said, sometimes it sounds cruel.
"Love?" Daffin laughed out loud, he was actually confused with himself, he never felt what love was, he said women were just troublesome creatures who approached him just because of money and good looks, as well as Cleo. Daffin never really considered the woman, he just tried to keep the feelings of the mother by letting Cleo roam around, and eventually the woman began to make him Jengan by demanding to be married.
Be married? If he had to marry then Rainbow would be his choice, in addition to a 20 percent stake he would also give hell in the girl's life.
"I'll marry her, fuck Cleo"
"You haven't changed how you're going to marry a woman when you're not going to be able to touch her at all, your secret will be exposed in the girl's hands"
"Who said I'd touch him? I will torture him to retreat by himself and give the shares that are already my right" again Daffin grinned.
