Forced to marry Mr. Billoners
Extra Part -> Damara Makaleka

A pregnant woman in her third trimester was sitting at a table, writing a letter. The translucent granules coming down from her eyelids have not stopped since she started writing the first letter on paper.

Every now and then he pauses his activities as his stomach feels contractions, his hands stretched out to caress his hardened stomach. Her smile expanded amid the roar of tears still soaking her cheeks.

The woman had completed the letter she wrote to her husband, she pressed a button to ask for help. Two men helped the woman up the gurney and took her to the operating room.

The woman's struggle to give birth to her child was extraordinary, no one accompanied her other than the assistant doctors who were in the room.

The crying sound of a baby being successfully born into the world, made the woman who was filled with sweat smile amidst her tired face. The woman felt successful in giving birth to her baby safely.

The doctor gave the anesthetic to the infusion tube, after making sure the anesthetic worked the woman began to do her job. He dissected the woman's body to retrieve a chip embedded in her patient's body.

After chip succeeds he gets, he finishes his job by re-stitching his patient's body. The doctor again injected the liquid into the infusion of his patient, he brought the chips to his employer.

“My task is done Madam, here is the chip.”

“Out!” The doctor was respectful.

The woman took the chips, her face that had burns was happy even her lips were perfectly inflated all according to plan.

- Nine Years Later

Jerricco was sitting at his desk, his hand holding a letter.

My Lord, my,

If I may ask God, I do not want to be born just to be used by people who do not have a heart.

I don't want to be born just to add to Mark's fortune.

Mark wants your treasure but why should I suffer?

I don't want to be made a puppet for Fernandes to take revenge on you for Mira's death.

Fernandes killed his son, but I'm the one looking for him.

Jerricco's chest always felt tight if he read the letter, but this was to the hundred times he read the letter his wife wrote.

My Lord ….

I just want love and happiness, not the suffering I am now experiencing. I was confined in this box room alone, cold and silent.

My Lord is there no small hut that is comfortable and spared from your enemies?

I want to live with you, with our children with boundless happiness. It seems my wish will never come true. Even I still remember the look of your hatred when you put a gun on my forehead.

My Lord does my love mean nothing to you?

Have you not really loved me all this time?

Was your expression of love all this time just a charade?

Fuck that fact. I don't care if you hate me.

my Lord, I don't care if all this time you've been just playing a show.

This heart is for you …

The moment I felt your punch on my nape, and I woke up in this room.

Every second I wait for you to come up to me and bring me back to your life. But until now I am still here imprisoned in this room without your presence.

I always expect you to come just give a warm hug on a cold night, and a kiss on the forehead that always manages to make my chest pound unbecoming.

This heart is only for you, forever for you My Lord.

I love you Jerricco Alessandro.

- Damara Makaleka