As per Letta's earlier request to Desi, Desi had already arranged for a servant who now accompanied Letta for a stroll around the house she had just moved into for the first time."If you feel tired, just let me know, so I can escort Madam back to her room," said Ayu, causing Letta to turn towards her with a smile."I'm sure I can manage to roam around this house. It's only been five minutes since we started walking, right?" Letta replied, causing Ayu to smile awkwardly."But earlier, Desi mentioned that you shouldn't exert yourself too much. It was the master's order," Ayu said, making Letta smile."I know you would all obey Marco's orders. But don't worry, you don't need to be afraid because this is my own request. If Marco gets angry, just tell me. After all, I'm the one who forced you. Besides, I'm not as weak as you all imagine. Marco is the one who thinks I'm exaggerating," Letta said, leaving Ayu with no room for rebuttal. After all, this was also Letta's request.Eventually, t
With a sense of hesitation, Letta then picked up the phone from Abian. Abian's voice sounded as usual, calm and gentle, which had always been Letta's favorite."Are you there?" Abian asked, making Letta unable to even utter a word."I went to your apartment earlier, and the apartment owner said that you had moved out without asking for a refund," said Abian, making Letta not expect that Abian would know about his move so quickly. "Is that true?" Abian asked again."Yes, I moved out of that apartment," Letta replied, standing and gazing at the sky that had turned orange."I want to return your belongings," Abian said, making Letta furrow his brow. Letta thought Abian meant the items given by him."You don't need to return them if you don't like them. You can throw them away, and I'll do the same," Letta said, immediately silencing himself. Letta couldn't believe that he would utter such cruel words, but there was no other way to make Abian truly stay away from him. Letta didn't want Ab
Letta gazed ahead, looking at the now dark sky adorned only with a few stars that seemed too distant to reach. Letta could only lean her cheek on her arm, which was resting on her knees. The vast night sky, which she could only stare at without reason to distance herself, seemed to be the only companion for Letta at this moment, until her reverie was interrupted when someone knocked on her door, causing Letta to turn to Desi who was looking down. "Madam, dinner is ready, and Sir is waiting for you downstairs,” Desi said, making Letta look back ahead."Tell them I'm not hungry. I've already had my pregnancy milk, so there's no need to worry if the baby is lacking in nutrients," Letta said, making Desi about to reply to Letta's statement. However, Desi held back, thinking there was no need to say much. She would just convey what Letta said, and then it would be Marco himself who would decide."Alright, Madam. I will convey it to Sir," Desi said, then closed Letta's door. Letta started c
Marco looked at the paper Letta had given him last night, drawing a faint smile. It turned out that, as Letta had said earlier, she had indeed prepared an agreement before marrying Marco. It was written there that their marriage was only a marriage on paper, without involving any feelings for each other.For the first point, it seemed that Marco agreed. As for the second point, Marco had to give Letta freedom after they got married, and for this second point, Marco seemed a bit hesitant. Letta's request was not specific, so this point would be discussed with Letta later. The third point, after giving birth, Letta did not want to use a babysitter. She would take care of the child alone. That was something Marco might agree to. The fourth point, after the marriage and if they wanted a divorce, the custody of the child should go to Letta's hands. Marco would also have to discuss this with Letta, as according to the plan he had made, Letta would only meet her child until the child was bor
Letta now gazes at the neatly arranged dish in front of her, on the large table that could accommodate twelve people. She's the only one sitting while she looks at Desi, standing not far from her."Are you not eating? Would you like to sit here with me?" Letta said, causing the servants behind Desi to exchange glances. Desi just nodded before approaching."Sorry, I had my meal a while ago before serving dinner for Madam. It's better for Madam to enjoy her food alone. We shouldn't dine at the same table as our employer,” Desi said, making Letta furrow her brow. "Who made such a rule? Wouldn't it be better if someone accompanied me while eating? I have a better appetite when someone is with me," Letta said, gazing at Desi with a pleading look, but Desi shook her head."Madam can enjoy her meal alone. We'll accompany from here,” Desi said, standing not far from Letta's table. Letta sighed deeply, feeling that no one dared to accompany her at the large table. She started to take some dish
Letta gazed at Marco in disbelief as he casually refused and altered the agreement that Letta had previously thought through on her own."You can't just change it like that. You need my approval," Letta said, only to receive a dismissive response from Marco, as if Letta's opinion didn't matter to him."I'll make a more reasonable agreement than this," Marco said, causing Letta to stare at him incredulously. She was about to grab the paper that had been in Marco's hand without getting up from her seat. But as she moved, she had to bend slightly and shift the table in front of her. This action widened Marco's eyes."Hey, what are you doing? Don't you remember who's in your belly? Can't you be more careful?" Marco said firmly, looking towards Letta's stomach. Letta was slightly startled. To her, she wasn't endangering anything. She was just making a sudden movement, but Marco's reaction seemed exaggerated."You can't just move around recklessly with your body. What if something happens t
Letta gazed at her reflection in the large mirror in front of her. She was wearing a white dress that clung to her body. Letta kept staring, wondering if the reflection in the mirror was really her or not. Her face was adorned with light makeup, yet she didn't even recognize her own face. Had it really been so long since she last dressed up? Letta tugged at the corner of her lip.A few years ago, Letta had envisioned her dream wedding with Abian. They planned for a simple ceremony with a few friends in a spacious garden. There wouldn't be much adornment; just a simple dress with a flower crown. Letta didn't demand much from Abian. The memory made Letta's smile fade.But now, everything was different. The dress that clung to her body, even just the price of it rendered Letta speechless. Even the small hairpin that supported her hair glimmered in the mirror's reflection. Letta didn't know the price of all the things she was wearing, even though Marco had said they wouldn't have a lavish
Letta didn't know if there was something wrong with her appearance, but she still vividly remembered a few hours ago when she examined herself in front of the large mirror. Everything seemed fine, but the woman dressed in white, similar to her, continued to stare at her with sharp eyes, as if scrutinizing every inch of Letta's appearance."Let me introduce them, they are my parents," Marco said, making Letta force her best smile, although it felt extremely awkward."Congratulations on your marriage," Helena said, glancing towards the man next to her, Edward Jovanka. She looked at Letta with an expression not much different from Helena's."Thank you," Letta replied awkwardly, but her heart raced faster as Edward began speaking with a deep voice almost similar to Marco's, even sounding the same. Letta felt intimidated before something happened."Is it true that you're pregnant with Marco's child?" Edward asked coldly, making Letta only blink a few times before nodding her head."What is
Letta's eyes lit up as she looked at the package addressed to her. In contrast, Marco's gaze turned sharp, seemingly indicating that Pedro knew about it from the look on his master's face. "Who accompanied it?" Pedro asked."Sorry, we received it from someone at the hospital. The staff said it was meant for the lady's room," the guard replied, prompting Pedro to approach. He then took the greeting card attached to the bouquet. Pedro opened it, and as usual, it was just a message without any sender's name, causing Pedro to walk straight to Marco and hand it to him. It was then that Marco clenched his jaw, crushing the greeting card, causing Letta to touch her husband's wrist."Could this be from the same sender who always sends items to our house?" Letta asked, causing Marco to try to contain his emotions and let out a long breath."Seems like it," Marco replied."Doesn't that mean he also knows that we're not at home and we're in Chicago?" Letta said, making Marco nod his head again,
Marco furrowed his brow as he saw tears wetting his wife's face. Yes, Letta was now sleeping right next to his bed, prompting Marco to slowly reach out and gently stroke Letta's face. This made Letta slowly furrow her brow and try to open her eyes, and it was then that Letta jerked when she saw Marco had awakened from his sleep."You're awake?" Letta asked, slightly sitting up, making Marco, who still felt weak, nod."How are you feeling? Does anything hurt?" Letta asked again, making Marco shake his head. And in the next moment, Marco could see Letta, who could not contain her tears wetting her face."Thank goodness," Letta said, crying softly, making Marco unable to pull Letta closer."Don't cry, please," Marco said, his voice still weak."I'm just scared," Letta said, her body shaking violently, as if the sadness could not be contained any longer."I'm really scared, I'm scared that you won't open your eyes again," Letta said, truly sobbing by Marco's side, making Marco struggle to
Letta immediately opened her eyes wide. She woke up with a fearful expression, then looked around, trying to focus her gaze. The smell of medicine immediately permeated her sense of smell, making Letta realize that she was currently inside a hospital. However, her last memory made Letta jerk and sit up straight.Letta looked at her wrist, which had an IV tube attached. Then she glanced at the clothes she was wearing, realizing she was dressed as a patient. The room was quiet, with no one accompanying her, and the one person that now flashed in her memory was the condition of her husband, which prompted Letta to forcibly remove the IV tube and get off the bed, walking unsteadily because her head still felt heavy.Letta tried to leave the room, and there were four guards standing in front of her door."Madam, are you awake?" one of them asked, making Letta nod her head."Where is Marco?" Letta asked, making them look at each other."The master is still unconscious," one of them replied.
Marco and Letta, now on either side of Marco, tried to support their husband."Marco, can you hear me?" Letta asked, making Marco smile at his wife."Yes, I can still hear your voice. Thank you for holding on," Marco said, still staggering and hugging Letta. Meanwhile, he only clung to Pedro because his steps seemed to be getting heavier, especially with his head beginning to feel dizzy, making Marco try his best to maintain his consciousness so that Letta wouldn't worry about him.Until finally, a shout from behind them made Marco turn around. When he saw Lemos cursing them, "You damn scum, die now in hell!" Lemos shouted, pulling out the gun in his hand. This made Letta widen her eyes. Letta immediately hugged Marco to block the shot Lemos was about to give. But quickly, Marco reversed the position when the shot was aimed at them. Until finally, the shot only hit Marco's back, making Letta widen her eyes when Marco coughed up blood as their bodies collapsed."Pedro, quickly capture
Letta could only cry as she watched Lemos gaze at her with a hungry look."Turns out, besides your scent truly making my body react, your body is truly captivating, even though you're pregnant like this. Alright, let's start with your face. I'm really curious how it feels to touch your skin, which feels so soft to the surface of my skin. I can't wait to do it," Lemos said, making Letta shake her head. Letta felt her body trembling, especially the coldness of the room now piercing her skin, allowing her to feel Lemos starting to reach out his hand and wipe her tears from her face."I don't want you to cry again, because I will truly treat you well, even after the bad behavior you just displayed towards me," Lemos said, making Letta sob."Please, release Marco first," Letta said, making Lemos shake his head."Yes, I will release him after we do something," Lemos said, and the next moment, Letta could see Lemos's hand starting to descend to the nape of her neck, caressing it with his rep
Marco could only squirm in his restraints as he watched Lemos slowly approach Letta, who was now just as helpless as he was, with her hands and feet bound, causing her to shed tears."If you come any closer, I will truly destroy you, you bastard!" Marco shouted, seemingly ignored by Lemos. Marco's current threat was nothing more than an empty bluff ringing in Lemos' ears. Lemos instead flashed a contemptuous smile, finding Marco's escalating rage to be nothing but entertainment."Please, don't come closer," Letta said in a whisper."Didn't you beg earlier not to hurt your husband?" Lemos said, already standing right in front of Letta, causing Letta to only close her eyes, unable to bear the sight of the old man in front of her. Just seeing him made Letta feel nauseated. "And in return, if you want me to release your husband, you must be willing to do anything for me, do you understand?" Lemos said again with his repulsive smile in front of Letta. Especially when Lemos began reaching o
Letta could only cry and plead as the person who was now repeatedly striking Marco's body did not stop his movements. "Please, stop. I'll do anything as long as you stop hurting my husband," Letta said, making the guard stop his movements. "No, no, Letta. Don't say such silly things. Let him do whatever he wants to me, but not to you. You just need to stay quiet. I'm fine," Marco said, visibly gritting his teeth, looking at Letta, who shook her head."How can I stay calm and okay when you're being beaten like that? Look at your body, it really makes me feel so guilty," Letta said."I'm fine, Letta. I'm not as weak as you think. Let these people exhaust themselves just to hurt me. It won't mean anything to me," Marco said again, making the middle-aged man who was the boss of these guards laugh, then walk towards Letta."Is it true what I hear? It seems that physical blows won't make a man like Marco Jovanka feel hurt, and it seems I have a good idea," Lemos said, looking closely at Let
Letta began to blink her eyes, trying to focus her vision, but instead, she felt a pounding sensation in her head, causing her to try to sit up and hold her head, wincing in pain."What's happening to me?" Letta muttered, still trying to look around. There was a very bright light in the middle of the room. Letta could also feel the cold temperature searing her skin. Finally, her vision became clear, and Letta widened her eyes. Letta didn't recognize the very dark room."Where am I?" Letta asked, trying to recall the last time she was conscious. Letta vividly remembered enjoying the waterfall with Marco, and afterward, Marco instructed someone to take her away. And that's when Letta widened her eyes upon realizing she was in danger. Letta knew that the guards were not Marco's guards. Letta tried to get off the very hard bed, then walked to knock on the iron door, which seemed to be a confinement room."Please open up! Get me out of here!" Letta yelled, continuously pounding on the door
A short while ago, Letta was still admiring the beauty of the dancing waterfall in front of her when a tap made her turn around and smile, but the smile faded. When someone in all black bowed in front of her, Letta thought it was Marco coming to take his coat and scarf."Sorry, ma'am, the master asked me to escort you to the car because he said you both must return immediately as he has an urgent matter to attend to," the guard with the black glasses perched on his nose said. "Why didn't Marco come to pick me up himself?" Letta asked."Sorry, ma'am, the master is on the phone and he's afraid to leave you for too long, so he instructed me to come and get you quickly, as he's concerned that something dangerous might be lurking around," the guard explained, making Letta finally nod."Okay, then let's go back," Letta said, but as Letta was about to take the path they had previously taken, the guard stopped her again."The master has already driven his car and will be waiting at the end of