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Secretly Married to Mr. President

Secretly Married to Mr. President

Bhadie bae

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Philippine President Jason Velasquez was secretly married to Jaya Angela Mariana Pilyana a poor girl, innocent one and has a pure gold hearted, He did this to get his father's inheritance from him. Does he love Jaya? No. Does he care about Jaya? Nope. Does he feel anything for Jaya? Fuzzy. As time goes on, his heart is getting closer and closer for Jaya, until he wakes up one day that he already has feelings for Jaya. The quiet life of Jaya will be meserable especially when he marries the president of her country who has so many enemies, many roles and duties. Do their love story should be done? What is their future? Will they be? Or will it not be? Are they for each other?

Chapter 1 Prologue

"And now you may kiss the Bride."

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"Wait What?" We asked, I look at the man in front of me and frowned.

"You? Shall I kiss you? Are you stupid?" I asked.

"Ms, adjust your speech. The President of the Philippines is the one you are talking to." Said of his Bodyguard. Ts, a president? Of what? Of the Philippines? My Country? Lols. As if I believe.

"Eh? President? This, make this one a President." I said while raising my middle finger to the Bodyguard.

"You! Respect the president!"

"Why? is it that he will be respected for the corruption that originated? and if I am right he promised to suppress the evil deeds and vices here in the Philippines within Six months, what is now? the second month but the addicts still do not change, remained, the thieves are still addicted to thieves and murderers--- "

"Still a murderer!" They interrupted me. I laugh.

"No! You are leading! tsk" I said and stared at them.

"what?" The man in front of me asked.

"Still a killer." I replied as the man in front of me frowned.

"Do you think who is handsome to rolled his eyes, he was just the president who's ful of curroption." I whispered.

"Hey girl I can hear you." he said.

"My name is not a girl, My name is Jaya, Not maya and not as similar but Jaya, Jaya Mariana Pilyana! " I said.

"Did anyone ask?" The man in front of me asked.

"Why is it? really a Jaya who introduced you but you still a philosopher? How did you become the president of the Philippines?" I asked and turned my gaze to the Mayor.

"Hey Mayor, aren't you just a Mayor? How did you get the ability to marry couples? Are you a retired priest?" I asked. The Mayor laughed at my question. Is there anything funny? I'm asking him seriously, why the heck he is laughing at?

"Hey woman, starting today, I own you, remember that I am your husband, but just secretly, never tell me that you are my wife, from now on you will live in my house and yes, you will also be my slave." He said.

"WHAT ?!"

"Do you have any violent reaction?" He asked.

"Yes, I have many. First? Slave? Why? are you dreaming! second? Slave? In your ugly dream and third--"

"Me? Slave? Just dream." the man in front of me cut me off and he even copy my action. I rolled my eyes.

"Wrong! You're leading, you really are stupid!"

"Hey girl!You are talking to the President!"

"He is also a human being unlike you." I irritated my tongue and turned my gaze to the 'President.'

"Third me? Slave? In your fucking Dream." I said. The So called President just rolled his eyes to me.

I am Jaya Angela Mariana Pilyana a woman, beautiful, goddess, sexy, and tall. not fat, not ugly, and not short, Lol just kidding Being Fat and short is so unique and also a Goddess. There is no one born to be ugly, The ugly one is the eye of the people judging you.

I am just a beautiful beauty who was strangled i mean married to a President of the Philippines, i forgot His name.

My life is simple as long as I have food, I'm fine, but when our path crossed, my life was suck as hell and hard as rock.

April 26 2018 is our wedding day, and yes, my life with this So Called President starts Now.

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