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
Letta slowly stepped out of the hospital after spending a week in the medicine-scented room. Even though Desi had gotten permission from the doctor for Letta to go home, she still felt weak and devoid of any zest for life. Somehow, after the incident, Letta seemed to have lost interest in living. Her efforts to disappear from this world felt challenging, as if God wouldn't allow her to leave peacefully and was punishing her for her mistakes. Since then, Letta had become quiet and seemingly indifferent to her life and herself. She felt like a statue forced to live.Upon stepping out of the hospital, Letta saw Marco's private car waiting for her. There were even two other cars with guards ready to escort her home. This made Letta certain that Marco wouldn't give her a chance to escape from the mistakes she had made. Desi invited Letta to get into the luxurious car, but Letta felt as if the air she was inhaling wasn't her priority. Even if she lost the ability to breathe, Letta felt that
They fell silent, staring at each other. Marco looked at her with a scornful gaze, while Letta returned Marco's gaze as if she didn't care about what Marco was going to do. Until finally, Marco reached out and gripped Letta's shoulder tightly, causing Letta to grimace slightly, but she managed to regain her composure."Do you think after what you've done, you can live peacefully alone?" Marco said, his voice full of threat, leaving Letta speechless."Quick, answer me!" Marco exclaimed again, yelling right in Letta's face."How can I live peacefully after losing everything? Do you think I want to live like this? Haven't you known that living my own life feels difficult right now?" Letta's voice sounded like a whisper in Marco's ear, making Marco feel even more angry for some reason."That's why, don't you dare try to end your own life. You have to punish yourself by living like this. At least it's to address your sins against my unborn child that you wiped out. Do you think I will let
Letta had no idea how satisfied Marco was playing with her lips. This time, Marco slipped his tongue, entwining it with Letta's, and continued to kiss her forcefully. This made it difficult for Letta to even control her own breath, as Marco didn't allow her to move even a bit. Letta still tried to release her tightly bound wrists, but it seemed that would only make her wrists even more injured. Letta couldn't do anything anymore; it seemed her fate was indeed going to be written by Marco.Satisfied with playing with Letta's lips, Marco began kissing Letta's neck, and his hands began to roam her body. Letta could only tightly shut her eyes, her tears constantly wetting the corners of her eyes. It seemed utterly useless and did not evoke any pity for a Marco who was looking at her."Now, you don't need this fabric," Marco said, and the next moment, Letta widened her eyes. Easily, Marco tore the dress she was wearing with his strong hands, until it completely came off her body, making Le
Letta could feel Marco starting to touch every inch of her body, causing her to close her eyes. Especially when Marco played with her sensitive sides, gripping her tightly, causing the painful tingling sensation that Letta was experiencing. Marco's movements on her body also caused Letta's wound, which had not yet dried, to bleed fresh blood again, causing a stinging pain. However, Marco seemed to pay no attention to this. He noticed the bandage on Letta's abdomen now had bloodstains, but it seemed to be no obstacle for Marco.When Marco entered her without warning, Letta immediately widened her eyes. This was the second time they had done it, but of course, the atmosphere was very different. If before maybe they did it under the influence of alcohol, this time Marco did it with full emphasis on Letta, making Letta grimace as Marco moved quickly over her body.Letta didn't know how strong Marco's desire was as Letta reached release several times, but Marco seemed unsatisfied with her
Letta was startled when Marco suddenly swung open her door, causing her to turn and face him as he approached."Get ready in proper attire because my mother is coming here," Marco said, leaving Letta to swallow hard. Was Marco asking her to pretend to be a happy newlywed this time, Letta wondered."What kind of proper attire should I wear?" Letta asked, causing Marco to glance towards the small bag in the corner of the room. Letta only had a few outfits she had brought from her old apartment, making Marco realize that Letta didn't know what 'proper attire' meant. Marco then called Desi."Take her to her old room and ask her to tidy herself up because my parents are coming here," Marco said before leaving, exiting the small room. Desi looked at Letta."It's okay, you don't need to help me. Just do your task, I can take care of myself," Letta said, making Desi nod. Letta left the small room, ignoring the pitying gazes from the servants. She ascended the stairs to her former room. She sm
Letta was finished with her current appearance. When a knock sounded, Letta turned around and saw Desi approaching her."sir is waiting downstairs, are you ready?" Desi asked, making Letta nod weakly. As Letta had mentioned earlier, Desi could speak casually to her, and Letta didn't want Desi to see her as the grand lady of this house. "Alright, I'll go downstairs now," Letta replied. Desi nodded afterward. Letta then stepped out and immediately encountered Marco as she descended the stairs. There, Letta could see Marco examining her appearance. "We're going downstairs. Mother is already there," Marco said, then continued his stride to approach Letta. The next moment, Letta felt Marco begin to pull her waist closer."I hope you know what you have to do now," Marco said, helping Letta descend the stairs. What puzzled Letta was Marco's attitude, which had completely changed 180 degrees. It wasn't the painful tight grip encircling her waist now, but a gentle one, as if guiding Letta down
Marco gazed intently at Letta, who was now just bowing in front of him."Are you feeling hot?" Marco asked. Since his encounter with Helena, Letta had remained silent. But Marco could see how Letta could only grip her palms, visibly sweating. Not to mention the tension on her face as Letta looked up at Marco. "Why do you seem nervous since earlier? Are you afraid that I'll mistreat you in front of my parents?" Marco asked, making Letta shake her head. Even this time, just answering Marco's question made Letta fearful."You sometimes make me very intrigued, Letta," Marco said as he approached, stroking Letta's face."In fifteen minutes, meet me at the swimming pool," Marco said, then left Letta alone on the terrace. Letta looked around, noticing many guards and security personnel surrounding her. Was she really imprisoned in this house, Letta wondered, finally choosing to go back inside.Letta didn't even consider running away from the house at all. Letta seemed to truly convince herse
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,"