All Chapters of Trapped : I can't escape from the Billionaire: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Letta then let out a long sigh as she ended the call with her husband, causing Arabella to look at her with raised eyebrows. "Why? Is he suspicious?” Arabella asked, making Letta shake her head. "I don't know, you know, that Marco's instincts are sometimes stronger than most people. Even though IJ explained that I came here to accompany you, he still won't stay quiet," Letta said, making Arabella look around. "Don't worry, I've instructed the guards to monitor the movements of anyone suspicious. Marco definitely won't stay quiet. He'll surely have someone watching us. Fortunately, you were honest when you said we were at the hospital. Otherwise, he would have been very suspicious,” Arabella said, making Letta nod her head. Their conversation stopped when a nurse approached them.‘I'm sorry, the characteristics you mentioned weren't very specific. So we're having a little trouble finding a patient like that, but to make sure with the symptoms you just mentioned, you can see them dir

Marco had just stepped out of his parked car right in front of Arabella's private boutique. He was immediately greeted by two attendants who opened the door for him, prompting Marco to enter straight away. However, his steps halted upon seeing Arabella sitting alone at a round table with tea and some sweet snacks in front of her. Across from Arabella, there was also a cup of tea that Marco knew was Letta's. Marco eventually continued walking. Arabella appeared calm as she sipped the tea in front of her when Marco stood beside her. “Where is my wife?" Marco asked, causing Arabella to pause in placing her cup down elegantly before finally looking at her former fiancé. "You're quite rude to come in and immediately confront me with your question. At least sit down first. Look, there are plenty of snacks left, and I can't finish them all by myself," Arabella said, making Marco furrow his brow. "Does that mean Letta isn't here?” Marco asked, as if his wife were present, he wouldn't let

Letta then immediately opened her eyes wide. If in the previous nights Letta was disturbed by the nightmares of her past that haunted her, about her lost memories now being different, now it seemed like a flashback with all that she had forgotten, and she remembered it again. Now it was the mistreatment of Marco that had tormented her, which now made Letta unable to sleep soundly. But it didn't affect Letta in any way. Letta didn't feel tremors or fear. For some reason, perhaps because she was too numb to all the pain Marco had inflicted on her. Eventually, Letta turned to her side, where Marco was holding her tightly, his warm breath on her neck made Letta loosen Marco's embrace slightly, looking at how her husband was sleeping peacefully. Letta then reached out to touch the side of her husband's face. But it stopped. For some reason, Letta felt like killing the man next to her. However, it all seemed to dissipate on its own when the love Letta felt for Marco made her curse herself.

Letta then watched as her husband's car gradually moved away, passing the tall gate that separated their house, with Freya waving her hand at her father's departing car. Letta then took Freya back into their large house before turning her gaze to Desi, who had just brought some toys from the garden. "Desi, please watch over Freya. I need to tidy up some of Marco's belongings in the room," Letta said, making Desi nod. As instructed by her mistress, Desi quickly stored all the toys and took Freya to play in front of the TV room. Meanwhile, Letta immediately closed the bedroom door. Marco's scent still lingered distinctly, filling Letta's senses. Letta then walked over to her vanity table, gazing at her reflection. After this past week of recovering her memories, Letta somehow had to create distance in order to leave the large house with Freya without being noticed by Marco or anyone else. This led Letta to glance at the business card in the drawer of her vanity table, where a series o

Letta fell silent, looking at Freya who had just finished dressing up. Freya, now 15 months old, seemed to be getting smarter. Every day, she could already say a few simple words, and it made Letta even happier to watch the little princess develop rapidly. However, the next moment, Letta's smile faded as she faced the reality they had to face in the future. Letta bowed her head, looking at her little princess who was now smiling sweetly at her. "I'm sorry, my dear. This is the best path we have to take. I don't want us to live with people who have deceived us. I also don't want us to live with a very dark past in this house. Maybe, when you grow up, you will say that it was your mother's selfishness, but for me, this is the best way to repay us. He also has to feel the enormity of the loss and the pain that I have been feeling all this time," Letta said as she reached out her hand, gently caressing Freya with affection. Letta then got up from her seat, looking at the large room she h