Passion of Second Love
What do you mean!

Stela went back hysterically, yelled so badly, did not accept being treated like a prisoner, let alone the mistress of people she did not know. Padang's stucco face must accept the bitter reality, after an impromptu marriage that ran aground on the first night, now must swallow a bitter pill forced to do the damned thing by a man who until now still unknown status.

Slowly Stela used the clothes that the handsome man had provided, "This is very fitting and beautiful in my body," her eyes still had time to praise themselves.

Calita went back in without knocking with a slightly jutek face, "Quick get your makeup done. The young master did not want to wait for long!" The sentence seemed to give orders to Stela, making the woman even more annoyed when faced with the tomboy girl who had a waistline in front of her.

"Hey Miss! You know who I am?" Stela is back to challenge Calita.

Calita smiled faintly, as if it would not matter who the girl in front of her was, "I don't care who you are, Miss. All I know is that you're a young master's prisoner," the girl turned her back, passing away from Stela.

"Iiiighs, I don't care who your Master is either. You stupid lackey! I'll sue you, if I've got any information about you all," Stela growled in her heart.

Stela hurriedly prepared herself, so as not to become a monthly tomboy girl, who had been waiting outside the room, with a strict escort. This time he was truly like a prisoner, to be closely guarded by a person he had never met all this time.

"I have to call Stef. He will know who they really are" Stela muttered to herself.

As the girl stepped out of the room, Calita walked up to her, clasping Stela's arm tightly, unwilling to mince words.

"Remove your hands off my skin!" Stela glanced sharply at Calita.

Calita did not budge, she stuck out her pink tongue, making Stela even more upset.

"Basic crazy woman. You must be a same-sex lover. That's why it's so weird. Guys don't, girls don't" Stela mocked Calita.

Of course the tomboy girl was getting upset when she heard Stela's babble, "How dare you say I'm a lgbt! I'm normal, yeah!" Calita was emotionally disturbed.

"Hahah!" Stela is getting more challenging.

They arrived at the basement floor, approaching the latest series of white velfire cars, beaming one, it was clear that the car did not belong to ordinary people.

Stela boarded the car, without any coercion from Calita, or the bule man she had kicked while in the trunk. That pretty face, just bending. Do not want to tell stories during the trip, because in his head there are still many questions.

They enter a luxurious apartment, more luxurious than William gave Stela.

"Who are you, what do you want with me?" Stela could not help but hold back the question that had been raging in her head ever since.

Calita smiled sumringah, "Quiet Miss, later will also know. What matters is that you don't have to fight our young master."

Stela threw away her gaze, looking for a gap to escape, so as not to have such a coercion.

A bule man, opening the door for Stela, held a slightly toned arm of the beautiful woman.

"Let go! I'm not going to run away!" Stela stared angrily at the calm looking bule man facing a woman like him.

Calita walks first, while Stela is still in the grasp of a Caucasian man who wears a black suit like the prettiest mafia in continental Europe.

They entered a very luxurious apartment. Welcomed by a small dog who ran over to greet Calita. A middle-aged servant, pointed at the young master in his study, glancing at Stela.

Stela followed Calita's steps, towards the young master's study, which had just forcibly taken away her honor.

The door of the room opened automatically, the handsome man stood before the two beautiful women with a happy smile.

Stela stared intently at the man in front of her, "What do you mean! Who're you?" her tears are getting unstoppable.

The man hugged Stela, trying to calm the beautiful girl in his way, but the Padang woman stamped hard on the feet of the evil man who was clutching her body.

Stela swiftly locked the hand of the sturdy man according to the commanding officer's teaching, "Don't be a sweet-ass, Master, tell me who you are!"

The man laughed as his hands twisted backwards, with the slightly intense pressure that Stela exerted.

"You want to know who I am?" The man grimaced slightly, glancing at Stela.

"Let go of your hands, don't lock me up like this" the handsome man's baritone voice sounded.

Stela pushed the adult man's body forward, keeping herself from being harassed again by a man she didn't know.

"Quick say!" stela shouted, still trying to protect herself from the sudden attack that the stranger was about to make.

The man clapped his hands, giving a surprise to the television broadcast that lit up automatically.

A show mentioning the names of William Danu Barata and Stefan Leonal Alkhairi, making his eyes rounded instantly. Feet seem unable to support their own body after knowing who the ex-husband and twin brother.

Stela defiantly returned to the man, with teary eyes, "What do you mean tell me all this?"

The man gave Stela a bottle of mineral water, "Drink, you're under my watch, baby."

Stela grabbed the bottle of drink from the sturdy man's hand, downing it until it was gone unceremoniously.

The man laughed even more, looking at the woman's behavior in front of him, "It looks like you're so thirsty, that you've finished a bottle of mineral water with one breath."

Stela was getting upset, challenging the man before her, "Listen, sir, if you just want to show me who they are, you're wrong. It's just your wits to get everyone's attention. Dropping good names Ko William and Stefan."

The man grabbed a brown envelope, giving evidence in writing, "You can read, what's on here. I never talk without proof, baby. That would drop my good name."

Stela was curious, "Who are you, why am I the one you took as a prisoner to find information about them? Even you have taken away my honor, while we have never known each other, let alone met!"

The man smiled, nodded, understanding what was in the head of the beautiful woman, "Hmm, do you really not know who I am?"

Stela refused to answer, wanting her to escape, from the handsome man's apartment, reported their actions to the authorities.

"I'll report you!" Stela threatened in an understated tone the handsome man.

"Yes, please do whatever it is. If you're tired of meeting your extended family," the man pecked at a cigarette, popped his butt, let out a leisurely puff of cigarette smoke, staring at Stela.

Stela simply held back her anger, hearing the threat of the handsome man who until now had not said her data. Instantly, those beautiful eyes glanced at the sheet of paper on the work desk.

"Who is he? Is he Adrian Martadinata?" Stela drew her face closer to the first sheet, reassuring her gaze, reading the name.

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