Trapped pregnant with a Billionaire child

Letta began to blink a few times as the alarm on her nightstand started disturbing her, eventually making the effort to reach out and turn off the noisy object. Slowly, she tried to open her eyes, seeing that it was already six in the morning.

Letta then sat up, stretching her arms, trying to bring herself to the realization that she had to start getting ready to go back to work. But before that, Letta fell silent, leaning back against the headboard of her bed. Last night, her encounter with Abian had left Letta unable to express what still troubled her heart until now.

Letta didn’t know how to convey everything that had happened to her to Abian, and what made her most hesitant was anticipating Abian’s reaction. Would he show disappointment, or worse, look at her with disgust, causing Letta to harshly rub her face.

Nevertheless, Letta still had to tell Abian everything that had happened to her, that she was currently carrying someone else’s child. Just imagining that made Letta truly frustrated, raking her hair roughly.

However, afterwards, Letta realized that Abian was a good man, so he would surely find a better partner than her, even though Letta was slightly disappointed with everything happening to her at the moment. “Alright, let’s get back in the spirit and welcome the day,” Letta said, trying to encourage herself. After that, Letta got out of bed and had to quickly get ready to start her workday.

Meanwhile, in another country where Marco currently was, he furrowed his brow when looking at the photos sent by his subordinates.

“Who is he?” Marco asked, looking towards Haris who was now standing in front of him.

“I got these photos from my subordinates who have been following Miss Letta, and it turns out that man is her boyfriend,” Haris said, making Marco sit up and look at Haris with raised eyebrows.

“What?” Marco asked, making Haris nod.

“They are in a relationship, and it seems that Miss Letta hasn’t yet disclosed her condition to him,” Haris reiterated, making Marco fume with frustration.

“How could she be involved with another man while carrying my child?” Marco exclaimed irritably. For some reason, he was deeply frustrated seeing the photos showing Letta and Abian embracing and then holding hands, walking towards her apartment.

“What else did your subordinates find out afterward?” Marco inquired again.

“They went to Miss Letta’s apartment last night, and after that, my subordinates didn’t gather any more information. Miss Letta has also officially started working at a cafe near her apartment,” Haris added, making Marco fall silent.

“Alright, then continue to monitor them and make sure they don’t do anything I wouldn’t want. Somehow, your subordinates must prevent it if the man tries to do something,” Marco said, making Haris furrow his brow. For some reason, Haris heard a rather ambiguous order from his boss. What exactly did his boss not want?

“Sorry, Sir, but what should my subordinates do?” Haris asked, making Marco look at him with a displeased expression, squinting his eyes.

“You know what I mean, right? Don’t let that man touch Letta, you understand, right? The woman is carrying my child, so don’t let any man get close to her,” Marco reiterated, making Haris finally nod in understanding of his boss’s wishes.

“Alright, I will inform my subordinates,” Haris said. After that, Marco instructed Haris to leave his office. Following that, Marco stared at the photos, which clearly showed Letta smiling as she saw Abian in front of her, and there was also a picture of Letta hugging her boyfriend, prompting Marco to choose to destroy the photos and throw them in the trash.

“She should be aware of her current condition,” muttered Marco, feeling inexplicably frustrated.

“Alright, I must quickly finish my work here and also handle that woman before she does something unwanted,” Marco said, then began to look back at the flat screen in front of him. His work in Paris was quite time-consuming, and it seemed like Marco had to trim down the schedule. He had to return immediately and handle Letta. But Marco’s movement stopped as suddenly a dark thought crossed his mind.

“What if she tells the truth, and that man? Let’s say he’s foolish enough to accept the child Letta carries and run away with her,” Marco mumbled, but then shook his head the next moment.

“No, that’s not possible. What man would want to take care of another man’s child? Isn’t it, in a way, her betraying him? So he wouldn’t choose that, right?” Marco mumbled again, soothing himself as he refocused on his work. However, once again, Marco paused.

“But who knows, what if that man is truly foolish because he loves that woman. He would do anything, right, to keep her from going far away from him?” Marco mumbled again, feeling his mind unsettled, prompting him to finally get up from his seat.

“I can’t let it happen. I don’t want to lose the child that woman is carrying,” Marco said, then walked out of the office. Although Marco could have just contacted Haris to come to his office, his unfocused mind led him to seek Haris directly. But when he was about to open the door to his office, his steps suddenly halted as he saw Arabella walking towards him with a smile.

“Darling, where are you going? You seem to be in a hurry?” Arabella asked, making Marco slightly stumble.

“Oh, I have something to discuss with Haris, so I’m going to meet him,” Marco said, making Arabella furrow her brow.

“Can’t you just call him to come to your room?” Arabella said again, making Marco blink.

“Oh, you’re right, how could I forget. I just have to call him, right,” Marco said, then turned back into his room, while Arabella looked at her fiance’s upright back. Somehow, Arabella felt that Marco wasn’t his usual self. He seemed unfocused, unlike his usual self, she thought, following Marco’s steps into his room.

Marco’s movement stopped when he was about to contact Haris. He couldn’t possibly instruct Haris to do what he wanted to say earlier in front of Arabella.

“By the way, I can contact Haris later,” Marco said, making Arabella look at him again.

“Why? If it’s important, just call him. I’m fine, I can wait for you here,” Arabella said again, making Marco shake his head.

“No, I don’t want our time to be interrupted, so I’d better call him later. So, what brought you back to see me?” Marco asked, making Arabella sigh in annoyance.

“Does a fiancee need a reason to see her fiance? Are you hiding something?” Arabella asked, making Marco appear even more restless. This was the first time he was in such a position, like someone caught cheating.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.