All Chapters of Trapped: Pregnant with a Billionaire child: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

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.

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

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 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

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