Forced to marry Mr. Billoners
In your Heart

Damara wore a shirt with eyes that kept flowing, like an endless waterfall. It hurts if the man is already a legitimate husband in the eyes of religion and law, but still has another woman that Damara himself does not know at all about Jerricco.

Damara chose to wipe her tears, after she finished wearing her clothes. He walked out of the room with great difficulty, Damara did not care about the throbbing at his feet.

Kevin was about to head to Jerriccoh's room but from where he stood, he saw Damara wipe away the tears and walked towards the back. She chose to follow Damara until her steps stopped when she saw Damara sitting on the edge of the pool. ‘ What happened?’

Damara needed some fresh air, she walked towards the fountain pool. In the face of the colorful fish in the pond, Damara sat on the edge of the pond his hand outstretched on the pond. At least he needed to calm his heart, which felt like it was being squeezed so strongly.

Kevin chose to step away to approach Jerricco's room.  He knocked on Jerricco's room door, “Lord Jerricco.”

Jerricco who heard the voice of the person calling his name woke up from a dream that stifled his chest. He ruffled his hair, his head felt throbbing again he dreamed of having sex with Mira.

Jerricco got up from his sleep and walked towards the door, when the door was opened Jerricco could see Kevin standing in front of him. “What's up?”

“Has Miss Damara's leg healed?”

Jerricco raised one eyebrow, “It seems not yet, why?”

From Jerricco's reply, Kevin was sure his master hadn't seen Damara coming out of the room. “Nona Damara is on the back page.”

Jerricco walks into his room to confirm Damara's whereabouts, as Damara remembers taking a bath. Jerricco's steps stopped at the doorway of the open bathroom, there was no one there.

Jerricco follows Damara to the backyard, where he sees Damara wiping away her tears. “Why are you crying?”

Jerricco sits on the edge of the pool right in front of Damara, “Who do you mean?”

Her tears trickled back, Damara could not pretend to look okay in front of Jerricco. Even though he doesn't love Jerricco yet, it hurts a lot. “Women you call Dear. Women who always come into the dream mr.”

Jerricco's body froze instantly, his tongue was twisted. He did not expect Damara to know this soon, but Jerricco hoped Damara would not know about the matter. Because this will hurt Damara, and Jerricco has no reason to keep Damara with him.

“Am I just a mistress?” the question that came out of her own mouth, was stifling but Damara wanted to know the truth.

Seeing Damara shed tears, making Jerricco's chest feel tight. There was a sense of unwillingness, seeing her woman crying. Her hand outstretched to wipe away Damara's tears, “You're my only legitimate wife.”

Damara brushed aside Jerricco's hand, “But that woman whom you love, and that woman who has always been in your heart, sir. Not me,” Damara smiled with clear details flowing from her eyelids.

Jerricco's heart ached, seeing the grin Damara showed. “The woman has gone!”

Damara clearly saw the wound that emanated from Jerricco's bead, “But he's still in your heart, sir. Even though we're married, I know your love is not for me, neither am I. I don't love you sir.”

Damara breathes, “Then let me go, go after the woman.”

Damara got up from her seat, not this kind of marriage she wanted. Damara couldn't be with Jerricco if her own husband loved another woman.