Second Fighter (Part 1)

"Damn it! That fucking Adam Vinter! Franz Balo and that bastard Gladius! How dare they ruin everything! I hate it!" Nirosh angrily exclaimed clenching his fists tightly and walking around the circle of the spacious room.

Expensive furniture was knocked over and destroyed, once they returned to their residence, then he was finally able to let out his anger that had been building up all through the wedding ceremony.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! All we have to do is exchange vows and rings! Then... we'd kiss!" Nirosh muttered visualizing this scene.

But... soon it was replaced by Osana's face full of disgust and hatred towards him. Nirosh would never forget that look, as if he wasn't her husband but a pathetic insect she didn't want to look at.

"Calm down." Zarot said in a low voice, he was sitting at the far side of the room.

Mariel stood next to him, frantically checking something on her phone.

"Found someone worthy?" Zarot asked, glaring at her.