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
Arabella then patted Letta's shoulder before returning to her friendly demeanor as Marco approached them."Getting along well, I see?" Marco said, prompting Arabella to straighten up and draw closer to him. With ease, Arabella wrapped her arm around Marco's, and he didn't mind at all."Of course, I have to get close to her. Isn't that a good thing?" Arabella said, smiling sweetly at Marco, who then extended his hand. He stroked Arabella's cheek, causing Letta to glance at those around them.People were still busy with the party, but Letta was sure someone among them must know about their current situation. Watching her husband being affectionate with his own fiancée, Letta couldn't help but ponder. What was really happening to her now? Was this really a contractual marriage that allowed Marco to keep his fiancée? What about her own fate and that of her future child, making Letta blink rapidly. Somehow, just imagining her child's fate made Letta feel suffocated. Even her face started t
Desi immediately extended her hand and knocked on Letta's bedroom door, followed by a servant carrying a tray of food for Letta."Madam, are you in there? I've brought your meal,” Desi said. Silence ensued for a moment before Desi knocked on the door again. Still, Letta didn't respond at all, prompting Desi to try to glance at the servant beside her before slowly pushing the door open.Desi peered into the spacious room, but what felt odd was that she didn't sense anyone inside. Desi entered further, and indeed, Letta was not in the room. Desi looked around."Perhaps Madam is in the bathroom," another servant suggested. Desi attempted to check the bathroom, but it too was empty. The dressing room was also devoid of Letta. Desi began to feel that something was amiss, her face displaying a sense of panic."Summon the other servants and search the area around the house. If you don't find her within ten minutes, report back to me immediately," Desi said, causing the other servant to swift
An hour earlier, Letta immediately shut the door of her room with a panicked expression. After that, she began searching for her phone. Letta didn't know what to do at this moment. A while ago, she had heard Arabella's words, which seemed to open up her mind. With sweat dampening her temples and hands trembling, Letta didn't know whom to contact, as there was currently no one she could rely on.Eventually, Letta fell silent beside the bed. The only way she had was to leave that house. She had to save herself and her child. Although Letta didn't know what the future held, she might be alright, but it could also go terribly wrong, as Arabella had suggested. Moreover, seeing how the two families seemed to be orchestrating everything and accepting Letta easily, it was something Letta found hard to digest.Letta then decided on one course of action, which was to leave the house. It seemed like the right choice for her at that moment. Letta gazed at the large mirror in front of her, her wed
Marco immediately slammed on the brakes of his car, his eyes widening as he was taken aback by the shocking scene ahead. Letta's body lay sprawled on the hard asphalt, causing Marco to freeze before quickly rushing out of the car with several passing guards. They were startled to see Letta lying there, her white dress now soaked in blood.Marco ran towards Letta, trying to embrace her while calling out her name with a panicked expression. However, Letta didn't respond, even as Marco attempted to wake her. Seeing Letta's blood-stained hands, Marco glared angrily at the guards around him. He ordered them to prepare the car immediately."For anything's sake, hurry! If anything happens to Letta or her unborn baby, I will destroy all of you!" Marco yelled at the guards, who then helped open the car door. He placed Letta in the car and sat, embracing her, feeling her cold and sweaty body."Step on the gas! Don't be slow! If any of that happens, I will kill all of you!" Marco shouted at the
Letta slowly began to blink her eyes. For some reason, her whole body felt extremely sore. Even her head was pulsating heavily, causing Letta to grimace as she reached out, massaging her temples. However, her movement stopped when she felt something unfamiliar attached to her wrist. It made Letta finally begin to blink, focusing her gaze.First thing she saw was the white-toned ceiling of the room, with a very familiar scent in the air. Letta knew this scent well, mixed with another one, both of which were very familiar to her. Letta glanced at her wrist adorned with several infusion tubes, causing her eyes to widen. Her mind immediately drifted to the last moment she remembered.Letta distinctly recalled attempting to escape from Marco's grand house. She tried to piece together these fragments of memory, and the last one made Letta freeze. She realized that at that moment, she felt her body collide with a swiftly moving car, and after that, Letta didn't remember what happened to her.
Marco rubbed his face roughly as he looked at the raindrops now soaking his surroundings. Not to mention the lightning strikes, making Marco feel as if the world was crying along with his misfortune. For some reason, Marco could still feel the weight pressing on his chest. It truly felt painful, but Marco didn't know how to remedy it.Marco truly had hoped to have a child. Although it wasn't planned at first, when Marco knew that a woman was carrying his flesh and blood, there was a glimmer of light that adorned his heart. A happiness that still didn't feel real began to be felt by Marco every day, and this time that light was suddenly swallowed by darkness, making Marco feel suffocated.Marco didn't even stop cursing himself. Why had he been so careless and couldn't protect his own future child, even when he had everything: power, wealth, and also the throne? But just to protect something he didn't yet have, he couldn't do it. It kept making Marco blame himself, and his anger seemed
Someone in a car was observing a couple who had just entered the car, causing the observer to clench their fists."Follow their car, but don't let them notice," said the man with bright-colored eyes, making the driver nod. They kept a distance from the other car and continued to tail it."I heard his wife is pregnant and has just come out of a coma?" Jacob asked, glancing at the man next to him, a dark-skinned man who nodded."From the information I've gathered, that's correct," he replied, causing Jacob to furrow his brow."What happened to his wife? Because as far as I know, Marco would never allow his wife to be harmed in any way," Jacob said, still gazing ahead until they arrived at a large hospital, prompting Jacob's car to stop as well."I want you to keep following him. I want to know what developments you need to obtain. I need to get the key to his downfall, so that he'll comply with what I want," Jacob said, making the man nod. After that, Jacob stepped out of the car, surve
Letta then followed every move Marco made with her. When Marco suddenly pushed Letta's body slightly, Letta leaned a little on both her arms. After that, Letta could see how Marco began to caress each of her fingers, tracing along the side of her face, down to her slender neck. Then, onto her clearly exposed shoulders. When the dress she was wearing hadn't clung perfectly, it seemed like Letta was truly being admired by Marco, making Letta only able to turn her already blushing face away. This made Marco finally reach out his hand again, pulling Letta's face close."Never turn your face away. You look truly beautiful with that blushing face," Marco said, making Letta even more unable to return her husband's gaze. Until finally, Marco pulled Letta's waist again and connected their lips, seemingly unable to get enough of kissing her. This made Letta's lips look red and swollen from his actions, but Marco didn't hold back in the slightest from playing with those sweet lips.Letta flinche
Letta could feel his hand gradually moving up, caressing her long legs, causing her to startle as Marco suddenly pulled her and seated her on the accessory table behind her. "Is it alright for me to sit here?" Letta asked, gazing at Marco, now at eye level with her."Why not? It'll make our game easier," Marco replied, whispering right in front of her face. Letta then closed her eyes. Just hearing her husband's deep voice made her entire body react. Following that, Letta returned Marco's intense gaze. Lowering her hand, she caressed the side of Marco's neck, causing him to shut his eyes. He felt Letta's gentle touch, one he had never experienced before, not since she lost her memory.Marco could sense Letta drawing closer, still moving her fingers precisely on his nape, making him feel Letta's lips delicately and carefully pressing against his own. How the woman who now occupied his heart desired him, until Marco finally returned the kiss Letta had given. Letta untangled their lips, c
Marco was focused on his phone screen when Letta didn't emerge from the dressing room. This made Marco glance toward the dressing room door for a moment before returning his gaze to the flat screen in front of him. He checked the schedule he had gone through this morning because he had told Pedro that he would accompany Letta to the hospital and check on the condition of the fetus in her womb.But a few minutes later, Marco redirected his gaze. Letta seemed to have been in the dressing room for too long. This prompted Marco to get up from his seat and walk over to check on Letta. He heard slow footsteps as he entered the dressing room.However, Marco's steps halted when he saw clothes scattered all over their accessory chest. Letta, wearing only her undergarments, was taking out one piece of clothing after another from the glass wardrobe. "Why?" Marco asked, causing Letta to pause and smile."Sorry, have you been waiting too long for me? I'm looking for an outfit," Letta said, causing
Letta was slightly startled as she felt something soft at the nape of her neck. The way Marco slowly seduced her made Letta close her eyes, feeling every move that Marco was making. Eventually, Marco straightened up, gazing at Letta with a blush on her face, which made Marco smile. His wife looked so beautiful.Then, Marco pulled Letta closer again, their lips meeting once more, and Letta could only reciprocate what Marco was giving her. His tongue danced with hers at a faster pace, yet Letta could still feel the tenderness that Marco was giving. Suddenly, Letta felt her body being lifted as Marco swiftly picked her up. Letta immediately reached for Marco's neck, balancing her height with her husband's. She caressed his firm jaw without detaching their lips as Marco carried her slowly. Letta's body temperature seemed to rise even higher, as if she was burning, while Marco played with her lips.As they reached the side of the bed, Marco released their kiss and gently laid Letta down on
Marco then approached, seeing Letta now turning her face away."Why?" Marco asked, making Letta not even glance at him."It's nothing, I think I'll just go to bed directly," Letta said, but her steps halted when Marco immediately blocked her and pulled her in gently. This caused her to fall into Marco's embrace. It made her eyes widen when her hands touched his broad chest, which was now clearly visible in front of her, still cool. It made Letta look up at Marco, who was looking at her with a questioning gaze."Why?" Marco asked softly, making Letta shake her head again."Did you take a cold shower?" Letta asked, realizing how cold Marco's skin felt when it touched hers."Yes, I usually take cold showers," Marco said, making Letta find it hard to swallow her own saliva. It felt difficult to just look at Marco, who continued to stare at her intently, before Letta finally pushed Marco's body slightly. "Oh, no wonder you refused me to prepare warm water earlier," Letta said, making Marco
Marco then immediately stopped his car right in front of the large house. He entered and met Desi."Where is Letta? Is she asleep already?" Marco asked, making Desi nod."Miss is still awake, Sir," Desi replied, making Marco furrow his brow."Did she ask about me?" Marco asked again."This afternoon, after Miss woke up from her nap, she immediately asked about you and when you usually come home. I just answered that you're irregular coming back to this house due to your busy schedule. Until the evening, Miss was still waiting, and occasionally strolled in the garden. Even a few minutes ago, when I brought warm water for Miss, she still asked about your return,” Desi said, making Marco nod his head."Alright, then I will go to meet her immediately," Marco said, quickly climbing the stairs to go to their room. Slowly, Marco reached out his hand and saw Letta sitting on the balcony. Marco furrowed his brow and immediately walked quickly. Even though it was past 10:00 p.m., Letta was sitt
Marco then chose to walk closer to the two women who were still giving each other sharp glances. Marco looked at Lusi, who was now shaking her dress, which appeared to be wet. After that, he looked at the blonde girl, who turned out to be named Miti."Follow me to the second floor," Marco said, not wanting to draw attention from other patrons, making Miti look annoyed as she glanced at Lusi, who returned the same look. Marco had gone up to the floor where not many people could be, especially now that he was taking them to a place reserved solely for himself, escorted by Pedro. Miti and Lusi were now sitting directly in front of Marco. "So, what kind of altercation has caused such a commotion in my club?" Marco said again."She deliberately poured her drink on my dress first," Lusi said, making Miti look at her with a disagreeing look."Oh come on, it was an accident. You were just flaunting your dress too much. You're just overreacting," Miti said, making Marco raise his hand again."
"They fell silent as Pedro led them to one of the clubs that still remained Marco's personal asset. There was no Jovanka's name behind it, solely because of Marco's desire to have a club he could visit whenever he wanted."You can drop me off if you feel uncomfortable," Lusi suddenly said, sitting right next to Marco, making him glance at her momentarily. It turned out Lusi was more outspoken than he had previously thought. She was like a compliant cat in front of her father, Marco thought, just tugging at the corner of his lip."It's fine, I'm okay. Actually, the problem lies with you if you feel uncomfortable," Marco said, finally making Lusi turn slightly behind. There were two black cars still following them before she leaned back again and let out a long sigh. She seemed uneasy, especially when Lusi started taking off her high heels, leaving her feet bare."Sorry for my rudeness, but my feet are very sore. Wearing these high heels makes my feet tired, even just looking at them,"