Trapped pregnant with a Billionaire child

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 herself that this place was her home, and she had to atone for all her mistakes. That was the only thing on her mind. Letta didn’t even check her phone anymore, as if she knew no one would care about her and no one would try to contact her.

As Marco had said, fifteen minutes later, Letta walked to the garden where the swimming pool was located. Letta gripped the edge of her dress, still wearing the same dress she had on earlier. Seeing Marco swimming in the pool made Letta look around. Even the sky around them had darkened, making Letta wonder why Marco was swimming so late at night. Eventually, Marco stopped his movements, looking at Letta who was standing not far from the edge of the pool. Marco then walked closer to the pool, gazing silently at Letta.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

“Change your clothes to the swimsuit over there,” Marco said, pointing to a chair not far from him. There was a swimsuit that Marco had prepared for Letta, making Letta unsure of what Marco had in store for her.

“What? Do I have to wear it?” Letta asked, making Marco nod.

“You have to accompany me for a swim,” Marco said, making Letta shake her head.

“Sorry, but I can’t swim,” Letta said. It seemed to be an interesting excuse for Marco, as the corner of his lips lifted, making Letta curse herself. She shouldn’t have given an answer that sounded like a gift to Marco’s ears.

“It’s okay, I’ll teach you,” Marco said, leaving Letta silent, before his cold, threatening voice resounded once again.

“Letta, put on that swimsuit,” Marco said, making Letta struggle to swallow before she approached to take the swimsuit. Letta could only close her eyes. It was just a bikini that covered her sensitive areas. Letta glanced at Marco, who looked at her with a satisfied gaze. Letta then turned around to change into the bikini provided by Marco, but her steps stopped again when Marco called her.

“Where are you going?” Marco asked.

“Don’t I have to change my clothes?” Letta replied.

“Change it here. I want to see it,” Marco said, making Letta widen her eyes. Letta didn’t know what was on Marco’s mind at that moment.

“You don’t have to go far. There’s no one here, just me who will see you. Besides, I already know every inch of your body. So, you don’t need to be shy,” Marco continued, making Letta realize that Marco was deliberately doing this just to trample on her dignity. This made Letta, who considered herself nothing more than a toy for Marco, remain quiet.

Finally, she started to slowly take off the dress until it fell onto the grass around her. Letta even removed all the fabric covering her body, wearing the bikini that Marco had prepared. This didn’t escape Marco’s sight. Marco didn’t even blink when he saw how Letta’s body was now clad in the perfectly fitting bikini. It made Marco proud of himself for choosing the perfect bikini for Letta.

“Come down,” Marco said when Letta was ready with her appearance. This made Letta hesitate to approach.

“Just relax, it won’t kill you. Why do you always look at me with that frightened look?” Marco said, making Letta wince. Of course, he could kill me anytime, Letta thought, finally starting to descend the stairs towards the pool. Until Letta stopped at the last step, when the water reached up to her thighs.

“I can’t, I really can’t swim,” Letta said, making Marco walk closer again. Marco then reached out his hand, making Letta hesitate. Should she accept it or not?

“Relax, the pool isn’t too deep. You’ll find it easy to learn,” Marco said, making Letta not believe a word he said. There must be some action that would make Marco torture her, Letta thought, having no choice but to accept his outstretched hand.

Marco immediately pulled her, almost causing Letta to fall from the pool stairs. However, Marco quickly grabbed Letta’s waist. Letta, who couldn’t swim at all, could only reach out and tightly embrace Marco’s shoulders as he pulled her further into the pool, where the depth was different from the pool’s edge.

“Breathe, Letta. I won’t let go of you, just relax,” Marco said, feeling his own breath starting to get heavier. He could even feel the woman’s hands trembling as she clung to him.

“You’re like a frightened kitten when it comes to water,” Marco said, looking down on Letta, making Letta shift her gaze around.

“I, I’m really scared,” Letta said, her lips trembling, making Marco want to tease her even more.

“Come on, I’ll teach you. You can do it. So, I’ll start letting go of your hand,” Marco said, making Letta widen her eyes.

“No, no. I don’t need to learn because I won’t swim,” Letta said, only making Marco shake his head.

“Of course, you have to learn to swim. Because someday, I might ask you to accompany me for a swim. You know, I don’t really like swimming alone,” Marco said, making Letta look at him with a blank expression.