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Marco then hurriedly got out of his car and rushed to the room where Letta was. Despite instructing Viko to be at the hospital, worry still enveloped his heart. Marco hoped that Viko could stop anyone trying to harm Letta. Nonetheless, because Marco hadn't been able to contact Viko, his anxiety only grew. Eventually, Marco ran to see the guards who were still calmly stationed in front of Letta's room. "Who's inside?" Marco asked. "Mr. Viko is in there, sir,” the guard replied, prompting Marco to push the door forcefully. Letta immediately looked at Marco as he walked quickly towards them. "What's going on?" Marco asked, seeing Viko staring at the nurse with an intimidating gaze. "Honey, what's wrong with your face?" Letta asked, noticing the bruise at the corner of his lip, causing Marco to touch it and then smile warmly at Letta. "Just a minor injury, it’s nothing,” Marco said. Then, he looked at the food in Letta's lap. "You haven't eaten it, have you?” Marco asked, forcefully
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Letta continued to gaze at Marco witha questioning look, as if she was truly waiting for an explanation from her husband after what had happened before her. This eventually caused Marco to let out a long sigh. He then reached out his hand and tightly grasped his wife's hand. "He tried to poison you with the food earlier. Fortunately, I instructed Viko to come and make sure of it, and he stopped it,” Marco said, causing Letta to look at Viko who was still behind him. "I only came because of a call from Pedro. I didn't do much, I just prevented it,” Viko replied, bowing towards Marco. "Yes, thank you for coming. I'm sure you hurried here after receiving the report from Pedro, right?" Marco asked, making Viko nod weakly. "It's my duty, and if there's nothing else, I have to go back to the office because there are some schedules of Mr. Edward that I have to take care of,” Viko said, making Marco nod. "Yes, you may go back. Thank you for your help," Marco said."No, it's nothing. Well
Trapped : I can't escape from the Billionaire Welcome Home" for Freya
Letta smiled broadly as she was finally allowed to go back to their big house, after spending several days receiving treatment at the hospital. Finally, she could take Freya back home. "Are you happy?" Marco asked, as Letta, who was currently cradling Freya in her arms, nodded her head. "Of course, I'm happy that we can finally bring Freya back home. There won't be any more hospital-smelling rooms surrounding her,” Letta said, causing Marco to nod in agreement. “Yes, I'm also glad that we can bring you both back home," Marco said, gesturing to the driver to bring their car. Marco and Letta both smiled as they saw Freya sleeping soundly in Letta's arms. "She's a good child, she doesn't wake up too often at night, and she's not fussy. It will make it easier for me to take care of her," Letta said, making Marco smile too. “Are you sure you won't need the help of a babysitter?” Marco asked, making Letta shake her head."No need anymore. Usually, I just stay at home all day. I would f
Trapped : I can't escape from the Billionaire see our baby
Letta then descended the stairs slowly, followed by Marco who was now by her side. "Fortunately, Desi was willing to look after Freya for a while," Letta said, making Marco smile. They were currently about to have lunch, with Freya being looked after by Desi for the time being. Letta may not have intended to use a babysitter's services, as having Desi around could help her occasionally when she needed to do something. "Yes, you can ask another servant to watch her for a while," Marco said, making Letta nod her head. Finally, they sat at the dining table with the dishes before them, ready for lunch, with Letta immediately filling her plate. Letta really filled her plate to the brim, making Marco smile. “Don't comment on what's on my plate, you know I have to eat twice as much as usual because Freya needs enough breast milk, so don't comment that my body will get fat again,” Letta said, making Marco just roll his eyes. "Oh come on, I didn't say anything,” Marco said, making Letta si
Trapped : I can't escape from the Billionaire beloved daughter
Letta had just put Freya in her crib when Marco walked over. Marco, with the fresh scent of soap from his recent shower, wafted into Letta’s senses, causing her to turn around as he embraced her. “Hey, your body is still wet, at least dry off first,” Letta said, causing Marco to seem reluctant to release his hold on his wife, and the next moment, Letta’s eyes widened as she felt Marco lean into the nape of her neck and sensed his soft, cool lips pressing against her skin. She gazed at her husband. “Why?” Letta asked, surprised by Marco’s sudden action. “It’s just that I miss you,” Marco replied, causing Letta to pull at the corner of her lips. “Didn’t I go anywhere?” Letta retorted, prompting Marco to straighten up and pull Letta into his embrace. "Yes, you didn't go anywhere, but I miss our togetherness," Marco said, making Letta fall silent, savoring her husband's gaze, which was now fixed on her. Letta began to understand what Marco meant, as ever since Freya arrived, they had
Trapped : I can't escape from the Billionaire something you want to tell me?
Letta had just stepped out of the bathroom, with her bathrobe clinging to her body, when she saw Desi taking care of Freya. “Where's Marco?" Letta asked, scanning the room and finding only Desi and her little daughter. Initially, Letta had entrusted Freya to be looked after by Marco, but now the task was being undertaken by Desi. "Sir asked me to look after Miss Freya if she woke up, and it seems Sir is busy with something urgent," Desi said, causing Letta to furrow her brow. "An urgent matter, then where is Marco now?" Letta inquired, walking towards Freya who was watching the hanging toys above her bed. "Sir is in his study. He seemed to be in a hurry earlier while answering a call, probably from Pedro,” Desi added, nodding her head. Letta then shifted her gaze towards Freya. "Isn't she so much like Marco?” Letta remarked, making Desi smile. "Yes, Miss Freya indeed resembles Sir a lot," Desi replied, making Letta slightly annoyed. "Back when she was a baby, she had eyes just like
Trapped : I can't escape from the Billionaire Yes, for anything else.
Marco continued to gaze at his wife with a questioning look, "Why do you seem hesitant? Is there some issue or do you want to buy something, perhaps, or do you want to go out?” Marco asked, starting to guess his wife's desires, causing Letta to shake her head. "Then what is it? Say it," Marco asked, hugging his wife's waist, finally prompting Letta to reach out and pull Marco closer, before Marco's eyes widened when Letta suddenly kissed his lips. Not just a kiss, Marco could feel Letta moving between his lips. How her soft lips were now trying to play with his, until Letta stopped the kiss. After that, she gazed at Marco with a flushed face, before Letta immediately hid her blushing face in the crook of her husband's neck, making Marco only able to smile at her endearing behavior. “Ah, I'm really embarrassed," Letta said in a coquettish tone, making Marco gently embrace his wife. "Why be ashamed? Isn't it normal for a wife to kiss her husband?" Marco replied, making Letta shake her
Trapped : I can't escape from the Billionaire May I taste it?
Marco gazed at the red fabric that now enveloped his wife's body, highlighting her prominent sensuality, causing Marco to greedily gaze at every inch of her skin, while Letta could only embrace him and tilt her head back to savor every touch Marco bestowed upon her. "Why are you only wearing it now?" Marco asked in one of his flirtatious tones, to which Letta could only murmur, "Because I am finally ready to wear it,” Letta replied, causing Marco to smile. Marco then began to caress Letta's long legs, certain that she was sitting on his lap, "Is this comfortable?" Marco asked again. "Yes, for now it is still comfortable, we can move to the sofa later," Letta replied with a soft whisper, the warm breaths they exchanged causing their bodies to react to each other, until Marco once again tilted his head to gaze at Letta's blushing face. How beautiful the light makeup looked on his wife's face, making her even more enchanting.Marco then kissed Letta's cheek before locking their lips on
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As Marco had previously mentioned, he and Freya were now in the kitchen, looking at the ingredients already on the table. "So, Uncle, what are we going to make?” Freya asked, also unsure of what she should do. After all, it was Marco who had suggested making breakfast, so Freya would just follow whatever Marco instructed. Currently, besides being busy with the ingredients in front of him, Marco also had to look at recipes on his smartphone. “Wait a minute, Uncle has to find a recipe that matches the ingredients we have," Marco said again, looking a bit puzzled, making Freya immediately look at him with raised eyebrows. "Did Uncle invite me to make breakfast without any prior planning?” Freya asked, inspecting Marco's expression, which was currently glued to his phone, as he looked at the recipes that he was now reading one by one. "Yes, it was a sudden invitation from Uncle, why?" Marco asked back. "That means Uncle can't cook?" Freya asked again, making Marco finally look at his
Trapped : I can't escape from the Billionaire I don't have it
Letta then blinked when she felt the sunlight beginning to enter through the curtains of her bedroom window, but that wasn't what made her feel different this morning. When a large hand now encircled her waist, Letta immediately turned around, seeing Marco still softly snoring behind her, and after that, Letta could only draw the corners of her lips unintentionally. The smile seemed to automatically greet her morning just because Marco was by her side. Letta didn't know since when she had longed for a morning that felt so warm like this, nor did she know since when she started feeling sleep that didn't make her feel at ease at all. Last night, when Marco said that he would definitely fall asleep comfortably, it made Letta truly feel it, to the point that she didn't even wake up in the middle of the night. Letta then turned to look at Marco, who was still closing his eyes, and for the first time, Letta could see Marco's face up close after such a long time. His high nose, his eyes tha
Trapped : I can't escape from the Billionaire I miss this scent of yours
Finally, Letta was able to tell everything that Marco wanted to hear, recounting her entire life and the beginnings of her feelings of happiness, sadness, frustration, touched moments, and the pain she felt when leaving Marco, and enduring with Freya. Letta revealed everything to Marco so that he knew that it was what she felt when she left all the beautiful and painful memories about him. Marco then brought his face closer to Letta’s, making Letta close her eyes as she felt the warm breath of Marco enveloping her face. “Iam the cruelest yet fortunate man to have had you. I didn't know that from the beginning our fate seemed ironic, and it must have been very painful for you. And I am fortunate that you were willing to accept a man like me,” Marco said, leaving Letta silent. Letta also didn't know how she could develop such feelings for Marco. Although from the beginning, it was only the pain that Marco inflicted, it seemed that was also what made Letta have the opposite feelings f
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Marco then looked in Letta's direction as she emerged from Freya's room. After that, he walked closer. "Has Freya fallen asleep?" Marco asked, making Letta nod. Letta then sat not far from Marco's position. Letta didn't know if the decision she made was right in giving Marco a chance. However, as stated by Abian and her own intuition, she felt the need to give herself a chance as well, not solely for Marco's sake. Letta wanted to experience whether she would truly be happy if she welcomed Marco back into her life. Letta was slightly taken aback when Marco reached out his hand and gently stroked her cheek. “What are you thinking?” Marco asked, eliciting a warm gaze from Letta in response. "Nothing, just thinking. Until when will you continue to stay here and sleep in the car?” Letta said, because all this time Letta actually knew that Marco didn't sleep in the hotel prepared by Pedro. Instead of sleeping comfortably, Marco always slept in his car, whether in his driveway or on the
Trapped : I can't escape from the Billionaire Can I trust you?
Letta then tried to dry her wet hair with a towel because a few days ago she forgot to fix her hairdryer. So, it seemed that tonight she would sleep with wet hair. For Letta, that was not a problem. What needed to be done now was to prepare dinner for them. Letta hurriedly left the room and saw that Marco had finished cleaning himself. He had even changed into casual clothes that always concealed his figure. Letta saw Marco eating snacks that Freya fed him while watching Freya's favorite show, as she walked behind the sofa they were sitting on. “What do you want for dinner?" Letta asked as she walked towards the kitchen, making Marco look at Letta who was starting to open the refrigerator. "I want sausages and eggs, maybe with chicken," Freya said, making Letta nod before looking at Marco. "Are you also waiting for my answer?” Marco asked, making Letta look at him with raised eyebrows. "If you can eat whatever I provide," Letta said, beginning to select the ingredients in front of
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Letta then chose to entrust Freya to Rose because even after evening, they still couldn't finish their current grape harvest. This made Letta rush back to approach Marco. "Are you not tired?" Letta asked, looking at Marco's sweaty face. Marco responded to Letta's gaze, now starting to pick grapes again. "Actually, I should be asking that. Aren't you tired? You should just go home with Freya, and I can finish it. Besides, there's just a little left," Marco said, causing Letta to shake her head. "I can't let you harvest the grapes alone. You might not finish until night. So, we can do it together. It will be better that way," Letta said, making Marco finally agree. They then accelerated their movements because the sun had started to set, and it needed to be done quickly to store it in the warehouse. It took about 2 hours, but they finally managed to finish it. Marco immediately carried the grapes into the warehouse, while Letta tidied up the equipment they used. Letta then approache
Trapped : I can't escape from the Billionaire Abian is just worried
Letta and Freya gazed at Marco, who had now changed into suitable clothing for going to the vineyard. Although his pants were a bit short, Letta couldn't help but think that whatever Marco wore always seemed to suit him. Perhaps it was because of his handsome face, which made Freya smile. "Isn't uncle looking funny?" she said, causing Letta to shake her head. "Is my appearance that bad?” Marco asked, realizing that Freya was laughing at him, but he just shook his head. "Not bad, just that uncle looks funny in those pants,” he said, making Marco smile. "Alright, then I'm ready to help with your grape harvest today. What's my task?” Marco asked, making Letta and Freya smile at each other before taking some tools and handing them to Marco. "So, your main task is just to follow us. Later you'll know what I do at the vineyard,” Letta said, and Marco finally followed Letta and Freya's footsteps. Occasionally, Marco looked at Freya, who was chatting with her mother. Sometimes Freya laugh
Trapped : I can't escape from the Billionaire harvest grapes
Marco was slightly startled when someone suddenly knocked on the car window, prompting him to blink and focus his gaze on the window. Letta was trying to peer into the car as the car Marco was driving couldn't be seen from the outside. Marco lowered the car window, revealing Letta's displeased expression as she glared at him. "Don't tell me you've been sleeping in this car all night?" Letta asked, making Marco look around before responding, "Yes, as you can see." "I apologize. Are you bothered by my presence? But I'm not taking up much space in your yard. This car isn't that big, right?" Marco replied, making Letta snort. "That's not the problem, you stalker. What if people around here see you? What if they say you're a stalker or a bad person?" Letta said, making Marco smile. "What people? Aren't there just a few houses here? Besides, look at the distance. I'm just being cautious, in case there's a bad person who might harm you,” Marco said with his absurd reasoning, leaving Lett
Trapped : I can't escape from the Billionaire we can be happy
267.146.we can be happyLetta tried to avoid Marco, who was now following her and constantly blocking her path. Letta also didn't want to fight in someone else's house, especially when Abian was sick. This made Letta rush to her house, although in the midst of her steps, Marco once again prevented her. Fortunately, this wasn't a crowded place, and there was only a vineyard illuminated by dim lights, allowing Letta to express whatever she was feeling to Marco."You hurt me by gripping me so tightly,” Letta said, making Marco finally try to loosen his grip, but not letting go even a bit. Marco was afraid that Letta would leave him again, and it would be difficult for Marco to find Letta again if she completely got away."Please, listen to me first," Marco said, making Letta try to bite her lower lip as hard as she could. Letta didn't know, perhaps she would hurt herself, but that was all she could do to express her anger right now."There's nothing more we can talk about. I don't want t
