wolfy

Her parents died in an accident.
Before her father died, he asked for something.
The two of them finally got married because of the last request of the older brother who was also a stepfather.

The husband, who according to rumors was a mafia, is now officially her husband.

Armed with life's difficulties that have shaped her character for nineteen years. She managed to conquer her husband and learned a secret that formed rumors about her husband.

Just finished one problem comes another problem...

A beautiful and charming girl comes who loudly declares herself the candidate for the HOUSEHOLD.
Before the problem of the woman her husband was in love in the past with had been resolved, another problem came... Someone from her husband's past, who had changed seven years of her husband's life until he left home.

Can Aruna protect her new household for the rest of her life?
Can the gangster problem, the mafia that has ensnared her husband, be resolved?

This is my second published novel. You can also read my first novel A GIRL FOR THE BEASTS.
The third novel is also heading towards publication from the script, BRINGING MY WIFE BACK.

Happy reading, I hope you like it.

My Uncle My Husband

Dion and Rafli moved according to the improvisation of the situation they created after being cornered. 


The thugs' pressure demanding the car keys made it hard for them to stall. But thanks to guts and a bit of training, they managed to show skill in carrying out their mission. 


"Uh, where is it?!" Dion exclaimed, fumbling through his clothes as if searching. "Fli, where’s the key?" 


"Wasn’t it with you?!" Rafli replied, playing along with the improvised plan. 


"Idiot, it’s not with me... you had it, right?" 


"Nope, not with me either... look!" Rafli said, pulling his pockets inside out. 


"You two jokers!" barked one of the thugs, his eyes bulging as he waited for them to hand over the car keys. 


"N-no, seriously bro... check for yourself... I really don’t know where it went..." Dion stammered, pretending to be terrified. 


"Stop messing around!" another thug yelled, grabbing Dion by the collar. 


The Split