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
Letta widened her eyes as Marco suddenly released his embrace, causing Letta to appear to be drawn into the pool. Letta struggled to balance herself but couldn't swim. She could only feel the sting in her nose as water entered, until Marco grabbed her wrist again, prompting Letta to tightly embrace him. Letta coughed as water filled her throat, which made Marco burst into laughter."Can you really not swim?" Marco asked, as Letta roughly wiped her face and hugged Marco's neck tightly, hoping he wouldn't let go again. "Come on, let's learn again. You'll definitely get the hang of it," Marco said, making Letta shake her head."No, I'm not interested in learning to swim.""Come on, what if there's a flood or you're at the beach? You need to know how to swim," Marco persisted, but Letta shook her head again, until Marco pulled her embrace tightly. Holding her shoulders, Letta began to panic at the thought of Marco letting go again."You have to learn to swim, and I'll teach you," Marco in
Letta slowly began to blink her eyes as she felt her whole body ache. Not only that, she also shivered intensely. Not to mention the dryness in her throat, which prompted Letta to attempt to get up from her seat to get some water, but she halted when she felt a large hand encircling her waist. Letta immediately flinched and turned to look back, where she felt the breath of a sleeping Marco brushing against the nape of her neck, leaving Letta frozen in place. With Marco close to her, he seemed to be sleeping soundly, holding onto himself tightly, making it even difficult for Letta to swallow her own saliva. Letta then slowly tried to lift the large hand. However, her movement was once again halted when she attempted to pull back the thick blanket that covered her body, not a thread more. Letta tried to recall what had happened. Letta remembered vividly that they hadn't done anything, but what remained fresh in her memory was Marco trying to torment her in the pool. After that, Letta di
Letta slowly knocked on Marco's door, then pushed it open gently, catching Marco just as he was coming out of the bathroom, still in his bathrobe. Letta stood silently at the door until Marco glanced at her briefly. "Come in," Marco said, prompting Letta to step closer."Pick out my clothes for me," Marco said, making Letta furrow her brow."What?" Letta asked, causing Marco to look at her for a moment."I want you to choose my clothes for me to wear," Marco said before entering the dressing room. Letta just clenched her fingers, unsure of Marco's plan to ask her to pick out his clothes."Choose something casual for me," Marco said, making Letta look at him briefly. Although he could pick his own clothes directly, Letta thought, as she began to approach the mirrored wardrobe. However, Letta felt a little uneasy when Marco didn't budge from in front of the mirrored wardrobe, leaving Letta silent for a moment before turning around and reaching out to open the mirrored wardrobe, with Mar
Marco fell silent, frozen, as he received a hard slap from Arabella, while Letta didn't expect to witness the two lovers fighting in front of her."You immediately give the gift of a slap after all this time we haven't met," Marco said. Their last meeting was indeed during Marco's reception. At that time, Marco only informed Arabella that he suddenly had important matters with Letta to take care of regarding the pregnancy. Marco quickly left the reception. At that time, it was Marco's subordinates who managed the entire reception when Letta had an accident. Even Marco's parents and other family members did not know that Letta was no longer carrying Marco Jovanka's child."What are you doing? You're truly betraying me right in front of my eyes," Arabella said, looking at Marco disapprovingly."What did I betray you with? Isn't it normal for a husband and wife to do what we just did?" Marco asked in his cold tone, stroking his reddened cheek, making Arabella narrow her eyes at him."Wha
Marco looked at the reflection in the mirror in front of him when the door to his room opened, revealing Pedro who was now bowing before him. "Sir, you have been awaited in your large family meeting," Pedro said, making Marco look in his direction through the reflection of the large mirror. "Tell them I don't have the time because we have to finalize some meetings and monitor our new project," Marco replied, making Pedro nod."But Mr. Edward has canceled all your schedules for today and instructed you to come," Pedro replied again, making Marco finally turn around and look down at his subordinate."I have told you never to let my father mess up my schedule," Marco said, exhaling his rough breath. It was pointless for him to grumble at Pedro, as Pedro couldn't do anything if Edward directly ordered it."What kind of big meeting? They will probably just discuss inheritance assets. It's already clear that I will be the one to hold them. They have no reason to get it. Are they worthy enou
And indeed, when they arrived in the main hall, Letta became the center of attention for the people who gazed at their arrival. Marco held Letta's waist even tighter, making Letta's steps feel even heavier. Letta could see the expressions of the people looking at her with disapproving glares. Until Edward greeted them, making Marco give a slight smile and choose to approach his mother, giving her a welcome kiss.Then, Edward commented, "You're late," while greeting Letta and Marco."Just a few minutes, due to the traffic that made us arrive late," Marco replied."Very well, then let's continue the discussion in the dining room. Besides, the food is ready. Let's move to the dining table inside. And now you've met my son's wife, haven't you? Although she might not have greeted you yet, you've seen her face at the wedding reception. So, there's no need for introductions today. There are still many important discussions we need to finish," Edward said to their other family members, who we
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