Marco then slowly helped Letta climb each step towards the plane that would take them to Chicago. As planned earlier, they would be staying in the country for several weeks. Marco smiled as he saw Letta, who had been smiling continuously. "You look very excited," Marco said, making Letta nod."Yes, because it feels like my first experience," Letta said, making Marco smile softly. Then, Marco helped Letta sit in a chair made as comfortable as possible for her. With the private jet, all the facilities inside were more than adequate. "If you want anything, just let me know. I'll be sitting over there," Marco said, gesturing towards a seat not far from him. Pedro and Marco's other assistants were already seated there. It seemed Marco needed to discuss his plans for Chicago with his team, prompting Letta to nod."Yes, don't mind me. I'll do what I want, so go quickly and meet your subordinates. Don't let them think that I'm holding you back," Letta said, making Marco smile."I won't. You a
Marco then tentatively reached out his hand, as Letta didn't say a word after waking up. "Did you have a nightmare?" Marco finally asked, making Letta sigh deeply before nodding. "Yes, a very bad dream," Letta said, prompting Marco to help Letta sit back, leaning against the bed's headrest."It's because you had too many sweets before bed," Marco said again, causing Letta to pout. "No, it's not that, I'm sure," Letta said, causing Marco to look at her seriously. "What kind of bad dream disturbed you?" Marco asked, making Letta shake her head. "I don't know, the dream wasn't very clear, and I don't know how I could see that bad dream," Letta said, furrowing her brow."Were you being chased by ghosts?" Marco asked, to which Letta shook her head. "It was more terrifying than that," Letta said, making Marco raise his eyebrows. "I heard you calling someone in your sleep, who was it?" Marco asked, trying to inquire about the name Sean that Letta had mentioned. "Did I mention someone's name?
The luxurious car driven by both Marco and Letta finally came to a stop at a mansion with a distinctly strong European style, leaving Letta unsure of what to comment."Whose house is this?" Letta asked, making Marco smile as he pulled her waist to walk towards her. As Marco began to step forward, taking Letta through the grand door in front of them, several servants bowed to welcome their arrival. Not to mention several guards carrying the bags they brought. They had now arrived in Chicago, and Marco immediately brought her to his luxurious mansion."This is the house where we will be staying for some time to come," Marco said, causing Letta to look at her husband who was smiling at her."This is your house?" Letta asked again, making Marco just look at her as if he didn't want to answer her question. This made Letta sigh in frustration. However, Marco paid no attention to her persistent curiosity. Letta sometimes wondered just how wealthy her husband was."Where are we going?" Letta
Letta fell silent, waiting for Marco's response, before Marco shook his head. "Why?" Letta asked, making Marco sigh deeply."It would be too dangerous if I took you to a hotel or a house in a crowded area," Marco said, making Letta finally understand why Marco chose this luxurious house that was indeed far from other places. Its area was not much different from the house they had lived in before."How dangerous is it exactly? Are we going to face a terrorist attack?" Letta asked, making Marco pause for a moment. Yes, that was more dangerous than a terrorist, Marco thought, which led Marco to reach out and gently stroke Letta's cheek."You know, I'm very concerned about you. I don't want anything to hurt or harm you, even if it's just an ant. So, I think this is the right place for us to live. When we're here, I promise we won't be here for long, just a week or two at most," Marco said, making Letta grumble in frustration."But this is really far from anything. Won't it be very dangero
As promised earlier, Marco indeed relocated Letta to a place in the middle of the city, close to where Marco took care of all his affairs."How about this? Does it match what you wanted?" asked Marco, causing Letta to turn around and nod while smiling broadly at Marco. Letta immediately opened her room window, facing the beautiful view of the city of Chicago as the sun began to set, creating a warm atmosphere."This kind of ambiance is what I desire. Hearing the bustling of this big city makes me feel like I won't feel lonely, even when you're not around," said Letta, causing Marco to fall silent for a moment before eventually approaching her."Is that so? So I can be forgotten just with this commotion? You're so mean even though I can't find solace in anything when I'm away from you," said Marco, causing Letta to only glance at her husband briefly."You're such a liar. All this time you've only been focused on all your work and ignored me," said Letta, causing Marco to immediately pu
Marco walked straight into a large casino that would soon be his, as someone escorted him into a special room located behind the building. A room with several guards lining the corridor made Marco look at it, but from the corner of his eye, he noticed how tight the security was in that special room. The large door in front of him opened, and Marco fell silent as he saw several beautiful girls surrounding a man who looked very miserable in front of Marco. The man, whom Marco believed would not live long, remained arrogant in front of him. "I didn't expect you to come this soon," said the middle-aged man with his robust physique, making Marco remain silent in response. Of course, the women around him only smelled money on his body, ignoring his uncertain appearance and the luck that would soon run out, thought Marco, who was now walking closer, then tossing the bag that Pedro had previously carried. "I think you should be done having fun by now," said Marco, causing the man to only inte
Marco then laughed satisfactorily with all the efforts he had made over the past few days. It had indeed yielded results. All the piled-up documents didn't come on their own. They were the result of Marco's efforts to take over Lemos's casino, which was now under his control in Chicago.As Edward had said, everything was easy for Marco now. Moreover, not only that, the nightclubs under Lemos's name were now also in his hands. Marco finally sat calmly in the room. He then looked towards the women who had previously surrounded Lemos."You should thank me for freeing you from that wretched old man. I know how disgusting it must have been for you to be close to him," said Marco, making the women whisper to each other. Of course, they hadn't willingly approached such an unattractive man.Marco then reached out, sipping the drink he had just taken. However, for some reason, Marco felt something strange about the drink. "Don't tell me you put something in this drink," said Marco, making one
Letta continued to pace back and forth in her room, still not getting any news from Marco. Occasionally, she glanced at the clock on the wall, which indicated it was midnight, but Marco had yet to return or give her any news, leaving Letta to pray for her husband's well-being. Letta knew well that as a businessman, Marco had many people after him, which was what currently worried her.Letta then tried to contact Marco via the hotel room phone, using the numbers Marco had left for her. There was Pedro's number, the driver's number, and her own number, but there was no answer from any of these numbers, including Marco's. It seemed as if they had agreed not to be disturbed."I hope Marco is okay. God, I beg you to protect my husband wherever he is," Letta said, clasping her hands together, praying to God.The door to their room suddenly opened, causing Letta to immediately get up from her seat, turn on the main light, and see Marco standing at the doorway, gazing at her."I was worried a
Letta's eyes lit up as she looked at the package addressed to her. In contrast, Marco's gaze turned sharp, seemingly indicating that Pedro knew about it from the look on his master's face. "Who accompanied it?" Pedro asked."Sorry, we received it from someone at the hospital. The staff said it was meant for the lady's room," the guard replied, prompting Pedro to approach. He then took the greeting card attached to the bouquet. Pedro opened it, and as usual, it was just a message without any sender's name, causing Pedro to walk straight to Marco and hand it to him. It was then that Marco clenched his jaw, crushing the greeting card, causing Letta to touch her husband's wrist."Could this be from the same sender who always sends items to our house?" Letta asked, causing Marco to try to contain his emotions and let out a long breath."Seems like it," Marco replied."Doesn't that mean he also knows that we're not at home and we're in Chicago?" Letta said, making Marco nod his head again,
Marco furrowed his brow as he saw tears wetting his wife's face. Yes, Letta was now sleeping right next to his bed, prompting Marco to slowly reach out and gently stroke Letta's face. This made Letta slowly furrow her brow and try to open her eyes, and it was then that Letta jerked when she saw Marco had awakened from his sleep."You're awake?" Letta asked, slightly sitting up, making Marco, who still felt weak, nod."How are you feeling? Does anything hurt?" Letta asked again, making Marco shake his head. And in the next moment, Marco could see Letta, who could not contain her tears wetting her face."Thank goodness," Letta said, crying softly, making Marco unable to pull Letta closer."Don't cry, please," Marco said, his voice still weak."I'm just scared," Letta said, her body shaking violently, as if the sadness could not be contained any longer."I'm really scared, I'm scared that you won't open your eyes again," Letta said, truly sobbing by Marco's side, making Marco struggle to
Letta immediately opened her eyes wide. She woke up with a fearful expression, then looked around, trying to focus her gaze. The smell of medicine immediately permeated her sense of smell, making Letta realize that she was currently inside a hospital. However, her last memory made Letta jerk and sit up straight.Letta looked at her wrist, which had an IV tube attached. Then she glanced at the clothes she was wearing, realizing she was dressed as a patient. The room was quiet, with no one accompanying her, and the one person that now flashed in her memory was the condition of her husband, which prompted Letta to forcibly remove the IV tube and get off the bed, walking unsteadily because her head still felt heavy.Letta tried to leave the room, and there were four guards standing in front of her door."Madam, are you awake?" one of them asked, making Letta nod her head."Where is Marco?" Letta asked, making them look at each other."The master is still unconscious," one of them replied.
Marco and Letta, now on either side of Marco, tried to support their husband."Marco, can you hear me?" Letta asked, making Marco smile at his wife."Yes, I can still hear your voice. Thank you for holding on," Marco said, still staggering and hugging Letta. Meanwhile, he only clung to Pedro because his steps seemed to be getting heavier, especially with his head beginning to feel dizzy, making Marco try his best to maintain his consciousness so that Letta wouldn't worry about him.Until finally, a shout from behind them made Marco turn around. When he saw Lemos cursing them, "You damn scum, die now in hell!" Lemos shouted, pulling out the gun in his hand. This made Letta widen her eyes. Letta immediately hugged Marco to block the shot Lemos was about to give. But quickly, Marco reversed the position when the shot was aimed at them. Until finally, the shot only hit Marco's back, making Letta widen her eyes when Marco coughed up blood as their bodies collapsed."Pedro, quickly capture
Letta could only cry as she watched Lemos gaze at her with a hungry look."Turns out, besides your scent truly making my body react, your body is truly captivating, even though you're pregnant like this. Alright, let's start with your face. I'm really curious how it feels to touch your skin, which feels so soft to the surface of my skin. I can't wait to do it," Lemos said, making Letta shake her head. Letta felt her body trembling, especially the coldness of the room now piercing her skin, allowing her to feel Lemos starting to reach out his hand and wipe her tears from her face."I don't want you to cry again, because I will truly treat you well, even after the bad behavior you just displayed towards me," Lemos said, making Letta sob."Please, release Marco first," Letta said, making Lemos shake his head."Yes, I will release him after we do something," Lemos said, and the next moment, Letta could see Lemos's hand starting to descend to the nape of her neck, caressing it with his rep
Marco could only squirm in his restraints as he watched Lemos slowly approach Letta, who was now just as helpless as he was, with her hands and feet bound, causing her to shed tears."If you come any closer, I will truly destroy you, you bastard!" Marco shouted, seemingly ignored by Lemos. Marco's current threat was nothing more than an empty bluff ringing in Lemos' ears. Lemos instead flashed a contemptuous smile, finding Marco's escalating rage to be nothing but entertainment."Please, don't come closer," Letta said in a whisper."Didn't you beg earlier not to hurt your husband?" Lemos said, already standing right in front of Letta, causing Letta to only close her eyes, unable to bear the sight of the old man in front of her. Just seeing him made Letta feel nauseated. "And in return, if you want me to release your husband, you must be willing to do anything for me, do you understand?" Lemos said again with his repulsive smile in front of Letta. Especially when Lemos began reaching o
Letta could only cry and plead as the person who was now repeatedly striking Marco's body did not stop his movements. "Please, stop. I'll do anything as long as you stop hurting my husband," Letta said, making the guard stop his movements. "No, no, Letta. Don't say such silly things. Let him do whatever he wants to me, but not to you. You just need to stay quiet. I'm fine," Marco said, visibly gritting his teeth, looking at Letta, who shook her head."How can I stay calm and okay when you're being beaten like that? Look at your body, it really makes me feel so guilty," Letta said."I'm fine, Letta. I'm not as weak as you think. Let these people exhaust themselves just to hurt me. It won't mean anything to me," Marco said again, making the middle-aged man who was the boss of these guards laugh, then walk towards Letta."Is it true what I hear? It seems that physical blows won't make a man like Marco Jovanka feel hurt, and it seems I have a good idea," Lemos said, looking closely at Let
Letta began to blink her eyes, trying to focus her vision, but instead, she felt a pounding sensation in her head, causing her to try to sit up and hold her head, wincing in pain."What's happening to me?" Letta muttered, still trying to look around. There was a very bright light in the middle of the room. Letta could also feel the cold temperature searing her skin. Finally, her vision became clear, and Letta widened her eyes. Letta didn't recognize the very dark room."Where am I?" Letta asked, trying to recall the last time she was conscious. Letta vividly remembered enjoying the waterfall with Marco, and afterward, Marco instructed someone to take her away. And that's when Letta widened her eyes upon realizing she was in danger. Letta knew that the guards were not Marco's guards. Letta tried to get off the very hard bed, then walked to knock on the iron door, which seemed to be a confinement room."Please open up! Get me out of here!" Letta yelled, continuously pounding on the door
A short while ago, Letta was still admiring the beauty of the dancing waterfall in front of her when a tap made her turn around and smile, but the smile faded. When someone in all black bowed in front of her, Letta thought it was Marco coming to take his coat and scarf."Sorry, ma'am, the master asked me to escort you to the car because he said you both must return immediately as he has an urgent matter to attend to," the guard with the black glasses perched on his nose said. "Why didn't Marco come to pick me up himself?" Letta asked."Sorry, ma'am, the master is on the phone and he's afraid to leave you for too long, so he instructed me to come and get you quickly, as he's concerned that something dangerous might be lurking around," the guard explained, making Letta finally nod."Okay, then let's go back," Letta said, but as Letta was about to take the path they had previously taken, the guard stopped her again."The master has already driven his car and will be waiting at the end of