Letta sighed as she felt the touch bestowed by her husband, who didn't miss a single inch of her skin. Especially when the warm breath on her neck made Letta only able to grip Marco's hair, kissing his cheek. Marco, in turn, responded to his wife's delicate hand with a gentle suck on her neck, leaving a reddish trace on Letta's fair skin. Eventually, the kiss descended to her shoulders and the sensitive sides of Letta, causing Marco to momentarily gaze into his wife's eyes, which looked at him with a melancholic expression. The blush on both her cheeks added to Letta's beauty, seemingly making it difficult for Marco to restrain himself."You look beautiful," Marco whispered, making Letta smile while caressing her husband's firm jaw."And this beauty is yours," Letta said, causing Marco to grasp her hand. After that, Marco kissed her gently before continuing what he intended to do. Marco once again kissed every inch of Letta's body, descending to her sensitive sides, devouring them wit

Marco slammed his desk hard when none of the tasks he was supposed to target were completed, only ending up in a mess. Especially now that Pedro hadn't managed to locate Jacob's whereabouts."So, what progress have we made?" Marco asked coldly, looking at his four subordinates directly managing the affairs in Chicago. Currently, Marco was in his large mansion that he had previously shared with Letta."Sorry, Sir. Currently, all investors have even withdrawn all the funds they invested in our project, and we also failed to attract other investors," one subordinate said, now looking at Marco with a fearful gaze."So, they underestimate a Jovanka? What do they think? Do they think this project is just a casual project that will only end up as an old building?" Marco asked, making them bow their heads even deeper. Marco then turned his gaze directly to Pedro."Jacob's whereabouts still haven't been traced?" Marco asked, making Pedro shake his head."Not yet, but I got information that Jac

Marco walked back to his private jet after dealing with a few individuals who would now pay for what they had done to him. He sat down and leaned back."Sir, you should rest. For today, we'll return to the hotel and handle the rest tomorrow," Pedro suggested, causing Marco to look at his subordinate."No, especially with what we still have to resolve. I want all of this to be over as soon as possible. I really need to meet Letta," Marco said, his last words sounding like a whisper, indicating how much he needed his wife."But if Sir insists, your condition won't be good," Pedro expressed concern about his boss's well-being."It's not the first or second time you've seen this, is it? Have you ever seen me relax when there are problems I face?" Marco retorted, leaving Pedro silent."But everything can be continued tomorrow, Sir. We just need to handle the remaining matters in Chicago," Pedro suggested again."What about the others?" Marco inquired."It seems the news that has circulated

Marco immediately tried to contact his home phone number while sitting beside his still critically ill father. Despite the challenging situation, Marco attempted to maintain composure, knowing that many people depended on him: thousands of employees in his company, his father, his mother, and Letta along with their unborn child. All these responsibilities pressured Marco to resolve everything quickly to prevent any adverse consequences. He pondered until the call connected, and he inquired about his wife's whereabouts."Where is Letta?" Marco asked as the phone connection was established. No response on the other end left Marco staring at his phone screen."Hello, Desi, can you hear me?" Marco questioned again, encountering only silence."I miss you." In that moment, Marco felt his heart racing, warmth flooding his chest just from hearing the soft, faint voice on the other side."Are you okay there?" Letta asked, stirring emotions in Marco that he couldn't contain. Marco thought he co

Pedro entered Marco's room as soon as they arrived in Paris, ensuring that Carlos was securely in his grasp."Sir, you can now meet Miss Arabella; she's waiting at one of the hotel's restaurants in the city center," Pedro says, causing Marco to halt his movements on the screen in front of him."In that case, prepare for another 15 minutes. I'll be there," Marco says. After that, he moves swiftly, organizing and preparing the documents he needs to show Arabella. Once everything is ready, Marco heads to the agreed-upon hotel for their meeting.It doesn't take long for Marco to arrive at the promised restaurant. He sits in the pre-booked chair, but he furrows his brow when Arabella hasn't arrived after almost 15 minutes of waiting. Marco immediately contacts Pedro, who is waiting in another room in the hotel."Can you confirm that the time mentioned by Arabella is correct?" Marco asks, making Pedro nod."Yes, Sir. I've checked several times, and the restaurant seat reservation matches wh