Forced to marry Mr. Billoners
Prostituta!

It's been a month since Damara hasn't gotten the truth about her loss as a baby. Damara has been trying to extract information from Miranda, even he approached Mark to get answers to the questions in his head. Until now Damara has not found certainty.

This afternoon Damara has an appointment with Miranda. He waited for Miranda in front of the entrance to the cemetery.

Damara smiled as she watched from a distance Miranda walk towards her. During Miranda's acquaintance, Damara did not find anything suspicious from her sister.

“Sorry yes, Brother waited long?” miranda said with a smile on Damara.

“No papa, I also just arrived kok.”

Miranda walks with Damara to the cemetery where their mother is buried. Two of Damara's bodyguards followed behind him.

Not too far from the entrance of Damara and Miranda arrived at their mother's funeral.

Damara watched Miranda sobbing, looking at her parents' grave. While he felt nothing, there was no sense of haru in the slightest.

Damara hears Miranda's complaint to her mother's grave about Papa's opposition to Miranda's relationship with her lover. But he chose silence.

 I don't know why lately Damara always felt her bladder was easily full. Even at the wrong time like this he wants to go to the toilet.

“Miranda,” call Damara.

Miranda who was focusing on her mother's grave turned to Damara. “Iya Kak,” said Miranda while wiping her tears.

“I go to the toilet for a while ya.”

Miranda nodded, “Oke Brother, I wait here.” Miranda felt unfinished telling stories with her mother, during this time the place of escape is the tomb of the mother.

Two bodyguards followed Damara's steps, but her steps came to a halt as Damara turned her body.

“You come with me,” point Damara at one of his guards. “And you take care of my sister.”

“Good Miss,” answer them in unison.

That afternoon the cemetery was quite quiet, even in the toilet there was no one besides him. Damara came in and finished his wish.

As she washes her hands in the sink, Damara hears a fight. He tried to press the door slowly, then peeked out of the door.

His heart thumped when he saw the four people beating up his bodyguards. Damara's body went limp as soon as he didn't carry any weapons at the moment, he couldn't possibly manage to defeat them alone.

Damara closed the door back slowly, walking backwards thinking about how he could survive from here.

He reached into his cell phone to seek help, his finger had just wanted to contact Jerricco but the sound of the door being broken made him shocked until the phone on his ladder fell.

It felt like Damara could not breathe as one of them smiled triumphantly as he stepped on Damara's phone.

‘Sial however I won't be able to fight the four of them, let alone her big tall’ inner Damara.

Damara tried to think of what he could do now to save his life, to be honest Damara was terrified when she saw them approaching.

When the man's hand was blocked Damara put up a fight by pulling his hand and then giving a punch. But unfortunately it seems Damara's punch had no effect on the man.

The man pushed Damara's body against the wall. Damara grimaced as she felt her back ache, trying to put up a fight by hitting the man's abdomen.

“Prostituta!”

Damara clenched her hands boldly once the man said ‘pel*cur’

Damara kicked the core of the man who dared insult her, he smiled satisfied to see the man complain of pain.

It was just that he had forgotten that there were still three people who were now looking at him sharply. ‘Damn why they so many’ Inner Damara.

It seemed like the Goddess of fortune was not siding with him, the three of them directly held onto Damara's arm and dragged her body out. Just now Damara wanted to rebel but his back was hit by someone from behind until Damara lost consciousness.