THE OTHER WOMAN

ealous of me, especially if they know my past. I'm just a village girl who works odd jobs. It's hard

. Now, I have everything. Outsiders saw that I was lacking in nothing, but they did

legal wife of Hendrik, a billionaire who owns comp

while holding a test pack. My daughter's name is Keynara. She is only fifteen ye

ing tawang. Key's hair is like mine, curls from birth. She is the

sway. By collecting the money from sewing, I was able to buy her a new DVD complete with a dozen dangdut tapes. My daughter is very happy. Every day she practiced sin

ke a Barbie doll died in the hands of a ruffian. Her vital organs were swollen, there was dried blood

topsy results stated that no traces of the drug were found on her stomach.

I didn't have money. However, the killer was wrong. The money I collected w

ne that her father often held her while she was sleeping. At first, I ignored it because after all, Mas Roni is her biological father. As savage as a man, he certainly will not prey on his own

e I was in Paramaribo. There is a contract with Pak Hendrik that binds me.

onglomerate finally brought to American continent but in the o