His Lust
Marriage | 01
Dylan (mc)
*walking home while jumping now and then*
Cristonal
*pulls his bag from behind*
Dylan (mc)
*smiles* owkie!
Passerby : tsk, why's an adult acting like a kid
Cristonal
(such an embarrassment)
Dylan (mc)
*staring in the mirror*
Dylan (mc)
(I am also big big! Like brwother) *beams up*
Dylan (mc)
*hurriedly goes downstairs*
Dylan (mc)
Dwaddy! *goes and hugs him*
Mr.Clyde
Tsk, hear me out first
Dylan (mc)
Sowwy... Twell me?
Mr.Clyde
You love me, right?
Mr.Clyde
Our company's best client has a son.
Dylan (mc)
Dwoes he wants to plway with me?
Mr.Clyde
He wants to play an exciting game
Dylan (mc)
What's it cwalled?
Dylan (mc)
Bwut I have never plwayed it
Dylan (mc)
I dwon't even know the rules
Mr.Clyde
He will teach you. You must obey him, okay?
Dylan (mc)
Why I obwey him?
Mr.Clyde
Good boys don't ask questions, did you forget the rule?
Dylan (mc)
*holds his mouth*
Mr.Clyde
Has your wounds healed?
Dylan (mc)
*lifts his shirt up*
Mr.Clyde
(no, I must control. I can't offend the Ceo)
Mr.Clyde
Ask Cristonal to apply medicine.
Mr.Clyde
(Just a few more days and he will be gone)
Cristonal
Dad why do I need to apply the medicine?!
Mr.Clyde
Just for a few more days son.
Mr.Clyde
Then he will be gone.
Cristonal
Can't wait for it!
Mark
📱 Hang on, I am coming over there right now.
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(It will be a fun game)
Author
guys, can you see it now?
Bride | 02
Mark
From where did you find a bride within a day?!
Tristan (ml)
*smirks* don't doubt my abilities.
Mark
So who is that unlucky girl?
Tristan (ml)
Voice down ❄️
Mark
Brother mom and dad will be really pissed if you marry a guy!
Tristan (ml)
That's the point
Tristan (ml)
One of my clients son
Mark
Even gold diggers don't want to marry you, somebody help that poor soul.
Tristan (ml)
He agreed as soon as he heard the sum of money, bet his son won't be any differ.
Mark
It's going to be a disaster this Friday.
Mark
A worth watching one.
Tristan (ml)
When was a disaster created by me not worth watching?
Tristan (ml)
Am I supposed to?
Tristan (ml)
(It's not like I am going to fall in love anyway.)
While the brothers are busy talking about the bride
The bride was getting some... well... lessons.
Mr.Clyde
Dylan, these are yours.
Dylan (mc)
New clwthes! *happy*
Dylan (mc)
Thwnk ywo dada! *about to hug him*
Even such small acts impact on a pure heart more than it should have
Mr.Clyde
Don't be childish. *irritated*
Mr.Clyde
Also remember a few things.
Mr.Clyde
You br@t! Why can't you recognize the lines correctly!
Dylan (mc)
*at the verge of crying* sowwy...
Dylan (mc)
I.. *a tear rolls down* I will twry again!
But a pure heart tries harder to win them over rather than quitting
Dylan (mc)
(I must try harder to make him proud)
Reporter
Yes, yes, and YES! He confirmed his marriage on his official page!
Ella
NOOO!!! *shouts while whining*
Lothar
(This girl) *facepalms*
Reporter
Millions of hearts have got shattered already.
Ella is one of those girls
Reporter
Our one and only billionaire bachelor Tristan is going off the market soon, who is the lucky one?!
Reporter
To get further news keep your eyes on our talk show. *waves a kiss*
Lothar
Tsk, what's so entertaining about these?
Ella
You won't understand brother!
Just like every other brother, he also wanted him to focus on her goals
But the younger one was too heartbroken at the moment after hearing about her retired idol's marriage
Lothar
*holds his ears* (God, save my ears!)
Nineteen | 03
Mr.Clyde
Wear these, fast!
Dylan (mc)
*takes the clothes*
Cristonal
Dad, why are you in such a rush?
Mr.Clyde
He will call the deal off if we don't reach the wedding office in an hour
Mr.Clyde
*lightly sweating*
Cristonal
Such a weird dude
Mr.Clyde
Now go and get ready as well.
Mr.Clyde
We need to make sure they give us the right amount.
Mark
Bro, you still got time. Are you sure?
Tristan (ml)
(Anything works as long as they will get pissed)
Tristan (ml)
*waiting* tsk
Cristonal
(oh so it's him. He is famous for his short temper beside his business)
Dylan (mc)
*standing behind Mr.Clyde*
Tristan (ml)
I don't have all day
Mr.Clyde
Come forward. *lightly sweating*
Dylan (mc)
Dwad, who are these pweople?
Tristan (ml)
*annoyed* Mr.Clyde isn't he 19?! *grints teeth*
Mr.Clyde
Y-yes sir he is. It's his habit... (I can't tell that he is sick or else what if they call off the marriage?!)
Dylan (mc)
*comes forward*
Dylan (mc)
*goes near the paper*
Dylan (mc)
*holds the pen*
Dylan (mc)
*doesn't look up*
Tristan (ml)
*shocked to see how thin he is*
Mr.Clyde
Son, te-tell them how old are you
Dylan (mc)
*counts in his fingers* 19!
Cristonal
Sign here, *points down where he was supposed to sign*
Mark
Are you willingly doing this?
Mr.Clyde
*chuckles* Why would I even force my son?
Tristan (ml)
let him speak ❄️
Dylan (mc)
I know the twerms and I agwree.
Mr.Clyde
(thank goodness I had taught him what to say)
Cristonal
*waiting for the money*
Mark
(I really thought he wasn't that type...)
Tristan (ml)
Sure. (All are the same) *❄️*
Tristan (ml)
*gives a card* here.
Mr.Clyde
*pleased* Thank you sir. *about to shake hands*
Mr.Clyde
*takes it back remembering he broke a person's hand last time*
Cristonal
*licks his lips*
Cristonal
(Money and getting rid of that nausea, both are done.)
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