The Beloved Lady of Mr. Dama

Chapter 1

Raindrops landed right on the window, producing a sharp and loud sound. The TV in the living room was lit up, broadcasting entertainment news, as well as a beautiful TV host in a melodious voice reporting the news yesterday, "Ken Ragen Damaputra, the son of a rich and powerful family, seen staying at five-star hotels with Jasmine Laura, a popular actress recently. It seems that we will hear good news from their spouses, and their marriage will soon take place …."

Meanwhile, two bodies hugged each other in a large bed in the bedroom.

The man's muscles were sturdy and strong, and his tanned skin signaled strength as he moved.

Alya opened her eyes and silently looked at Dama who was on top of her. The man in the middle of lust has an attractive and sexy face with a jawline that makes the value added handsome him. There was a thin layer of sweat on his face and chest making it even more dazzling. With an expression of pleasure, while Alya endured the pain.

"Why is he always so long? I don't want that anymore" Alya muttered silently in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it directly.

Half an hour later, the dama stopped and he heaved a sigh of relief. "Finally done."

Dama got up and went to the bathroom. Meanwhile, he heard the sound of water splashing coming from the bathroom. He sat up from the bed and leaned back. He was so thirsty, he grabbed the cup that was on the table beside his bed.

"There is no water."

Alya could only rub her dry throat, then she got up from the bed, but as soon as she took a step, her legs came to a halt. He became disgusted to look at his body from the reflection of the mirror beside him. Lots of red marks filled his body.

Alya took a deep breath, she stepped back into the kitchen to fetch some drinking water. He immediately poured himself a glass of water, it seemed he had not gulped for a long time. Now reluctant to go back to the bedroom, he just sat on the sofa in the living room and gulped down a little water.

His drinking movement slowed down gradually as he started watching the broadcast on TV.

Beautiful bluish eyes darted as a trace of shock flashed across his eyes.

"Both and Jasmine?"

"They're together?"

"The photo seemed to be taken from a dark place as it looked blurry. Jasmine and Dama, they seemed to embrace," Alya muttered in her heart.

Alya looked towards the bedroom door that was still closed, he continued to see news about someone who was busy cleaning himself.

He has seen Jasmine in several popular dramas. She is beautiful and has a good body.

After drinking the last mouthful of water, Alya came to the conclusion that handsome men and beautiful women on TV are the perfect couple. Different from him.

"What ways are you watching?"

Suddenly, a male voice from inside came from behind, Alya immediately regained consciousness, reflexively grabbed the remote control, and turned off the TV. Then, he shook his head and said, "Nothing."

Dama came and glanced at him sharply, he did not say anything to her. He took the remote control straight away and turned on the TV.

When the TV is turned on, there is still a beautiful host with a melodious voice who is busy gossiping about Dama and Jasmine. Ken Ragen Damaputra is said to have been married some time ago. He is now romantically involved with superstar Jasmine. The rumors seem to have stopped. Young Master Dama is not married, nor is he secretly married!

With a single click, Dama turns off the TV and throws the remote control aside.

Alya quietly raised her gaze.

It seems the news is true. If it was fake, he would definitely be angry. Think Alya.

Silence happened in that room.

Alya could not bear the awkward silence when she was with this man, so she tried hard to think of something to say, but to no avail. Finally, a thought flashed through his mind and he suddenly said, "Hmm, why don't we get divorced …."

As soon as Alya finished speaking, Dama turned his head to look at her and narrowed his eyes.

"What did you say?"

The man had a pair of fierce eyes with straight eyebrows. Its prominent facial features gave off an indescribable sense of oppression.

Holding the glass tightly, he suddenly regretted saying it out loud. He swallowed and shook his head.

"No, it's okay. I didn't say anything." Alya said those words because she thought she liked Jasmine so much. They are also very suitable.

The sound of the song being hit suddenly broke the heated conversation between them. That's the sound from Dama's phone.

As she leaned over to pick up the phone from the table, Alya took a quick glance and looked at the caller ID. It was Laura Jasmine.

She replied, "Hello."

Alya did not know what the person on the phone was saying, but Dama's expression changed.

"All right, I'll be right there."

After Dama ended the call and glanced at Alya, "There's something I have to do. Have a good rest."

Alya nodded repeatedly and replied, "Please. Don't let him wait too long."

Dama glanced at him with her deep eyes.

"Is there something wrong with his face?" Alya asked herself.

Alya took a long breath. Now he is free.

He was left alone at home, without restraint, he hummed a song and went to the bathroom to take a bath. In the middle of the bathtub, he immediately came out of the bath as if he was thinking of something.

Alya almost forgot to take medicine to prevent pregnancy. She did not want to get pregnant before she completed her studies. Not only was he secretly married to Dama, it meant that no one knew he was married.

Grandpa Dana, who decides the marriage of him and Dama. Actually he had the right to refuse, but the conditions given by the Damaputra Family were too good to refuse.

At that time his father was hospitalized, and he needed a lot of money every month for his hospitalization. There's no one

to help her except for the Damaputra Family, therefore, she must agree to marry Dama.

His father and self's life depended on the Damarputra Family's financial support.

***

In an apartment, after getting rid of broken glass, Anton checks all the windows and door locks. After making sure that they were all safe, he came to the living room and said to the man standing on the balcony, "Master Dama, surveillance and security devices have been installed."

Dama nodded and said, "You can leave now."

Anton's leaving.

Jasmine came to the balcony in a bathrobe and said gently, "Thank you for coming here this late. It was very scary. My fans have always been crazy, but I didn't expect them to be so brave as to barge into my residence.

Dama waved at him and said, "Come here."

With great pleasure and a pounding heart Jasmine walked slowly towards him and said, "Dama ...."

Before he finished his words, his chin lifted.

"Have you asked a reporter to take that photo on the news?" dama said with a gentle gesture, but his words made Jasmine's body goosebumps. "What did I tell you five years ago?" said again.

Jasmine's palms were sweating.

"Ka .. You'll give me whatever I want, but I can't cross that line." This is what the man told him five years ago.

Dama is a very influential person. In just three years, he used all kinds of resources to transform it from a nameless person into a huge star. Wealth, status, popularity, and everything is currently given by this man.

Jasmine knew that Dama was angry because she had broken her limits. Panicking, he said, "Dama, you misunderstood me. I didn't ask the reporters to take pictures. Someone must have deliberately leaked my whereabouts and that the paparazzi followed to the hotel.

The more he said, the more he became anxious and he even cried.

Dama frowned without feeling, puffed up smoke, then turned off the cigarette in his hand.

"It's late. Happy resting. Let your assistant take you to the hospital tomorrow. I'm leaving," said Dama.

Jasmine immediately hugged the man's waist and said in a trembling voice, "Can you stay here tonight?"

Dama pushed Jasmine's body slowly with her hands and then said, "No."

Jasmine stunned.

He could not hold the hatred in his heart and said behind Dama, "What's my fault? You haven't lived here in a year!"

Jasmine stood at the same spot in confusion as she watched the man disappear in front of the door.

After a while, the doorbell rang. He went to open the door. There was a tall man quickly entering his apartment.

Jasmine glanced at him and said with a curious face, "Have you gotten something about what I asked you to investigate?"

He was someone he paid to investigate someone.

"Miss Jasmine, I have everything you want but it's incomplete" the person said as he took out the map from his pocket. He opened it, revealing a pile of photos inside. "This is what I've found over the past month."

Jasmine reached out to pick it up, but the pro took a step back with a smile.

"Miss Jasmine I'm a businessman.

We have agreed to hand over money and information at the same time" he said firmly.

Jasmine restless. He turned to take the bag in the safe and threw it at him with a sneer, "This and get out!"

The man took the bag and felt its thickness. He smiled and put the map in his hand. "Miss Jasmine please contact me if you have such a job in the future. I'll give you a 10% discount because you're a customer of mine."

After that, he put the money bag into his pocket and disappeared.

Jasmine returned to the living room and spilled the items on the map. It was all a picture of Mama and a woman. The woman looked very young, looking very natural and beautiful with two dimples on her face.

There were also some photos of Dama and the woman entering the villa together. His hand involuntarily stiffened, his sharp fingernails piercing the flesh of his palm.

This is the villa Dama. He had fantasized about going there many times, but he knew it was just a delusion. It was his private property, and no one was allowed to enter there.

Now, a nameless woman enters and exits the villa with Dama.

Jasmine looked down and looked up. There was a note with the woman's personal details on it.