All Chapters of Trapped: Pregnant with a Billionaire child: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Letta was now struggling to carry a tall, bulky man to a room somewhere, while being intoxicated herself. Letta, in a spirit of mutual assistance, was also dealing with another drunken individual."Can you tell me where your room is?" Letta asked for the umpteenth time, as the man only bowed his head and followed Letta's steps. Letta didn't know which room to take the man to, so she ended up just wandering through the corridors on the floor she was on."Actually, how much did he drink to end up unconscious like this?" Letta murmured while struggling to drag the man's hefty body. Eventually, upon reaching the elevator door, Letta tried to dig into the man's jacket, hoping for some clue to help her. The stroke of luck favored Letta when she found the key to the man's room, which turned out to be in the VVIP suite of the hotel, causing Letta to blink in disbelief.Letta finally pressed the button for the highest floor in the lift to take the man to his room. After some struggle and a few

Mia looked at her friend with a furrowed brow, noting that Letta had appeared not quite herself for some time now."Are you sure you're not unwell?" Mia asked, curious, as she approached Letta, who was sitting there trying to pull her sweater closer."I'm fine, I think," Letta replied, causing Mia to sigh in frustration."That's not a definite answer, Letta. You need to get yourself checked or look into your possibly packed schedule. These past few weeks, you've been refusing to take flights," Mia said, making Letta clench her sweaty fingers."Actually, I've already submitted my resignation letter," Letta suddenly announced, shocking Mia with the sudden decision Letta had made. Letta hadn't mentioned it at all to Mia, who always knew everything Letta was dealing with. Mia seemed slightly disappointed with Letta's decision."And then?" Mia asked, waiting for Letta to continue."I can't just leave right away. I said I wanted to leave right now, but it might take about two weeks to proce

Letta immediately pursed her lips upon seeing the irritating expression Mia always directed at her whenever she begged for something. "I can't, Mia," Letta said wearily, causing Mia to cup her hands."Come on, isn't the way to your house one way? I'm sure this won't take up more than ten minutes of your time. You just have to hand over all this data to Andra," Mia said again, leaving Letta silent as she looked at the brown folder Mia was offering her.It wasn't that she didn't want to meet Andra or make a stop at the restaurant. It was who Andra was with that made Letta reluctant to drop by and help her friend."Mia, I really need to get home quickly. I'm not feeling well at all, so could you just call Andra and tell her to pick it up herself?" Letta said, making Mia shake her head."The thing is, Andra hasn't been picking up my calls since earlier. I've been trying to reach her several times, and right now, she needs it because Mr. Marco has been asking for this data, and she stupidl

Letta finally lay down on her bed, exhaling her tired breath. Finally, she could escape from Marco after holding herself in the restaurant for quite some time. Letta then gazed at the ceiling of her room. Although tonight she could deny the suspicions Marco had of her, Letta wasn't sure if in the days to come she could continue to hide her pregnancy from Marco. He would surely grow suspicious and eventually find out that she was pregnant. Letta knew someone like Marco wouldn't easily let her go.On the other hand, Letta also thought about Abian, how he must be feeling, and how shattered he would be upon knowing Letta was carrying another man's child. Tears welled up in her eyes. Letta couldn't bear to see how disappointed Abian would be. He was a very kind man and cared deeply for her. He was always by her side when Letta went through life's most difficult moments. The response she would give might be considered betrayal by Abian, even though Letta never intended it to be.Not only th

Since earlier, Letta had been waiting in the waiting room before her name was finally called. While holding her stomach, which was starting to feel better though still painful, Letta hoped that nothing bad would happen to her and her unborn baby. However, Letta's attention was interrupted when suddenly a teenager in complete school uniform shouted not far from the hallway where she was."I don't want to, because I already said I'm fine," she said, making Letta slightly furrow her brow as she saw the straight back that was now facing her. Somehow, it felt very familiar, but the next moment, Letta tried to dismiss the thought."Even my mother doesn't care, so what's the point of bothering to bring me here," were the words of the teenager that Letta overheard, causing her to finally ignore the argument between the two and choose to check her phone, trying to contact her friend."Mia, can I crash at your apartment tonight?" was the short message Letta sent to her friend, then she put her