Trapped pregnant with a Billionaire child

They fell silent, staring at each other. Marco looked at her with a scornful gaze, while Letta returned Marco’s gaze as if she didn’t care about what Marco was going to do. Until finally, Marco reached out and gripped Letta’s shoulder tightly, causing Letta to grimace slightly, but she managed to regain her composure.

“Do you think after what you’ve done, you can live peacefully alone?” Marco said, his voice full of threat, leaving Letta speechless.

“Quick, answer me!” Marco exclaimed again, yelling right in Letta’s face.

“How can I live peacefully after losing everything? Do you think I want to live like this? Haven’t you known that living my own life feels difficult right now?” Letta’s voice sounded like a whisper in Marco’s ear, making Marco feel even more angry for some reason.

“That’s why, don’t you dare try to end your own life. You have to punish yourself by living like this. At least it’s to address your sins against my unborn child that you wiped out. Do you think I will let you die so easily?” Marco said. Somehow, those words made Letta widen her eyes. Letta didn’t expect that Marco would be so angry and would threaten her so cruelly. Letta thought his anger might only extend to depriving her of luxuries, but that was just a small part of what Marco might be thinking right now.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Do you think you can escape my grip after you’ve taken away my unborn child? You will pay more than I have lost,” Marco said again. This made Letta want to respond, but Marco instead grabbed Letta’s wrist.

“What are you doing?” Letta asked, trying to release herself from Marco’s grip. However, it seemed futile as Marco continued to pull her along quickly. Even Letta found it difficult to match her steps with Marco’s. Marco ignored the gaze of some servants working around the house. As he dragged Letta upstairs, Letta even stumbled several times due to her steps not matching Marco’s, not to mention Marco’s increasingly tight grip on her wrist, making Letta grimace.

“Let… let go, you’re hurting me,” Letta said again, but Marco remained unmoved. Finally, Marco passed the room he had previously occupied. He took Letta to another room where the scent was very dominant, making Letta realize that it was Marco’s private room. The next second, Letta widened her eyes as Marco pushed her forcefully, causing her to fall directly onto the bed in front of her.

Letta immediately turned around, looking at Marco, who was now starting to remove the suit he had previously worn, making Letta start to feel wary.

“What are you going to do?” Letta asked with panic in her voice as Marco began to approach after throwing his jacket aside. Marco started loosening his tie, and after that, he swiftly moved. He pulled Letta’s shoulder, flipped her over, and now Letta found herself under Marco’s grasp.

“Don’t ever try anything. I’ve told you that my threats are never to be taken lightly. You are in my grip, and I will never let you go, until your last breath. You will feel how the sins will be redeemed to me,” Marco said again, making Letta try to struggle, pushing Marco who now gripped both of her arms.

“Don’t do this. What are you doing? At least confine me in this house. You don’t have to order me to be a servant in this house, or whatever it is, but please, let me go,” Letta said, making Marco immediately look at her with a scornful gaze.

“A servant? Do you think that’s enough? Even a servant’s status would be higher if I granted it to you,” Marco said with his devilish smile, making Letta never expect that the man in front of her had such a devilish face. Letta thought Marco was just an arrogant and cold-hearted company executive, but it turns out his heart was more terrifying than that.

“Do you think I want to give you such privileges? Don’t even dream about it, Letta,” Marco said. The next second, Marco lowered his face, trying to connect his lips with Letta’s, but Letta turned her face away. Letta continued to struggle, until she managed to push Marco slightly with her feet, trying to get him off her body. This only seemed to make Marco even angrier.

Marco removed the tie he was wearing, then firmly tied Letta’s hands, causing Letta to widen her eyes. Letta didn’t know the condition of her wrists after being dragged, then gripped by Marco, and now bound, making her feel the pain in her wrists. But that was nothing compared to the wounds that Marco might inflict on her. Not content with that, Marco tied Letta’s hands precisely to the bedpost, leaving Letta only able to struggle with her legs.

“Never think of defying my will. Right now, you are nothing but a slave who will be my outlet, Letta,” Marco said, making Letta widen her eyes.

Was this really the same man who had once looked at her with concern and another gaze, now staring at her with anger and hatred? Letta didn’t know her fate. It seemed Marco would never joke about his words. Letta remained cautious as Marco tried to unbutton his shirt that wrapped around his athletic body one by one, revealing the muscles that perfectly adhered to his body, and then enclosing Letta beneath him.

Marco gripped both sides of Letta’s face, making her unable to move at all. Letta widened her eyes as Marco pressed his lips against hers, causing Letta to tightly shut her eyes when Marco kissed her roughly, as if he was venting all his anger on her body. Letta could feel the pain in her lips as Marco forcefully bit her lower lip, pressing it hard, making Letta shed tears.

“Too early to cry, Letta. You don’t even know when your suffering will end,” Marco said right beside Letta’s face, his warm breath sweeping over her, causing Letta’s body to tremble intensely.