Surgeon's Pookie Mafia Husband
"Move out of the way." She says.
The man turns around to face her, his finger hovering closely over her lips, begging her to keep quiet. His ocean blue eyes caught her gaze, that stilled on him.
His pleading gesture made Alia's blood boil and she tried to break past him but the man caught her by her waist and pulled her back close to his chest. His heart running faster with every beat, against her back. She could feel him breathing unevenly near her ear and she wanted to fight out of his grasp but she had no strength left in her body after that intense vomiting.
"What the heck do you think you are doing?" She asked in a voice close to a murmur.
He took a deep breath and exhaled. "Please—" His voice flowed like some soothing river. "Just don't move."
Alia submits to his request. Her head leans behind on his chest as she tilts her chin to look up into his eyes.
"Why?" She asks. Her brown eyes, trying to dig deep into him.
"I can't explain." He replies.
She glares at him for a while and then just turns her eyes back to the door, by straightening her neck. "Whatever." She sighs, as her body almost completely gives up.
Her whole weight was on him and like him, she too was surprised. She had never let go of her guard around anyone before. For a long time, since she was young, she was on alert always.
This is new.
It was as if her body was at peace for the first time in her whole life.
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Alia Uden, a renowned surgeon is in search of a fine husband. To live the rest of her life building a family, she had craved for since childhood. However, her fate takes a steep shift when she bumps into the henchman of the great Martin Mafia Group.
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“Is Martin your real name?” Her questions was so unique. It just completely puzzled Alvin as he shifted in his seat.
“What?” His neck turns further to her side.
“I mean just imagine. Alia Martin. That would sound shitty.” Alvin was caught off guard by that statement. If he could get up in shock and ask her why she was saying these stupid things, he would. But he couldn’t.
“I mean, —” Alia continues. “Uden isn't exactly that great of a surname either.” She laughs softly. “So I guess, it works. I am fine with Alia Uden Martin.” She rests her elbow on her knee. Her face resting on the palm of that arm. A large smile drew on her face, stretching from one end to the other in joy. “What do you think?
Alvin’s eyebrows stress over this. “I am not marrying you.” He straightens his back in the bed. His lips curling into a kind of reaction, Alia couldn’t quite describe. He looked confused, surprised, stressed and many other things, all together.
“I do not like you.” He had never felt like this before.
'Why is she so— weird?' He wondered, as a shiver of fear passed down his spine.
“Understood.” She showed him her palm. “I understand. Thus I will try to court you.” Her smile had not yet vanished.