Trapped pregnant with a Billionaire child

Letta could feel her body being pushed forcefully as someone wrestled the pistol from her hand. This caused Letta to pull the trigger hastily, resulting in the shot missing its mark. Afterward, Letta looked around, hoping the shot hadn’t hit anyone. In the next second, her body was pulled tightly as Marco stared at her sharply, gripping her shoulder.

“What are you doing? Are you out of your mind? Do you want me to suffer alone after you’ve taken your own life? Is that what you want?” Marco asked, leaving Letta speechless. Letta seemed not to fully comprehend what had just transpired. Did she truly intend to end her life again, Letta wondered.

“You want to leave my side and leave me to face the suffering you’ve caused?” Marco asked, finally making Letta look back at him.

“Isn’t this what you want? Haven’t you been tormenting me all this time so that I could die?” Letta replied with a shout, leaving Marco silent. Marco then turned to Sean, who appeared weak with injuries.

“Pedro, take care of him. And let’s go back now,” Marco said, glancing at Pedro. After that, he dragged Letta, who was struggling.

“Let me go! I have to take care of Sean. I have to take him to the hospital. I don’t want Meri to worry,” Letta said, but Marco seemed not to hear. Letta could see Pedro beginning to pull Sean’s body. Letta didn’t know what they would do when Marco instructed to take care of him. Did Marco really want to eliminate Sean?

“Please, I’ll do whatever you want, just release Sean. Send him to the hospital and take care of him until he recovers. I don’t want Meri to worry. She’s been so kind to me. I beg you,” Letta pleaded, looking into Marco’s eyes, making Marco feel even more conflicted as Letta pleaded for someone else.

“You never pleaded like this for yourself when I tormented you. Why didn’t you ever do it? And now you’re begging for someone else?” Marco asked, leaving Letta speechless.

“What if I plead with you, will you let me go? Will you do it? So why should I plead for my own freedom when I already know the answer?” Letta said, making Marco merely look away towards Sean.

“Take him to the hospital and don’t let him know Letta’s whereabouts. Don’t give any information, no matter how small, about Letta’s location,” Marco said, making Pedro nod. After that, Pedro dragged Sean again, who this time didn’t resist. Marco seemed to do what Letta said, and Letta would do whatever Marco instructed.

Suddenly, Sean’s voice called Letta as Marco was about to take Letta down from the building.

“Letta!” Sean shouted, making Marco stop in his tracks. Letta turned around, but the next moment, Letta truly didn’t know what happened to her. Sean struggled from Marco’s men and wrested the gun from them. Then, Sean ran while aiming the gun at Letta, and a shot hit Letta.

Letta’s ears immediately rang as she saw Marco staring at her with widened eyes. Marco’s men seized Sean and delivered a series of blows. Letta remained silent, feeling her heartbeat weaken, and she bowed her head, seeing red fluid flowing from her left chest, penetrating her clothes.

“I wanted to free you from the suffering you’ve endured. I’m sorry, I couldn’t fight them, but at least maybe I could grant what you wanted. I didn’t want to hurt you, but this was the only way I could think of,” Sean’s voice faintly echoed in Letta’s ears. Sean received another blow from Pedro. The next moment, Letta felt her knees weaken, her body about to fall, but a large hand held her back.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Letta, are you listening to me?” Marco exclaimed while catching Letta’s body. Letta could only gaze at Marco with a melancholic look.

“Hold on. I’ll take you to the hospital right away. You can’t just die like this. There’s still so much I have to do with you,” Marco said as he carried Letta’s body.

“Quick, take me to the hospital, and make that man disappear without a trace. I don’t even want his closest ones to find his body,” Marco said, making Pedro nod. Marco then swiftly carried Letta’s body down from the building. Sweat streamed down the side of his face. Marco felt his heartbeat racing as he saw Letta close her eyes, and blood continued to soak her clothes as a bullet lodged within her. Marco never expected that the man would be so bold as to shoot Letta. Marco also didn’t expect that he would have such thoughts.

“I beg you, Letta, hold on,” Marco said again. He got into the car and drove it at a high speed. Occasionally, Marco glanced at Letta, who still had her eyes shut.

“I beg you, hold on. Hold on,” only that sentence kept coming from Marco’s lips, as he kept searching for the nearest hospital. Marco felt his body trembling intensely, fear gripping his heart. Even the pain Letta might be feeling now seemed excruciating to him. His mind was unfocused, his sweaty hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. Marco realized he couldn’t lose Letta again after losing track of her for a few days. Letta made Marco unable to control his daily life, let alone come to terms with the fact that Letta might truly vanish from this world.

Finally, Marco parked his car right in front of a small hospital in the city and carried Letta’s body out. People around the emergency room looked at Marco. “She’s been shot in her left chest. Quickly perform surgery or do anything to stop the bleeding,” Marco said, making the nurses look puzzled.

“Sorry, sir, but the doctors in this hospital are not on duty here,” a nurse said.

“How many doctors are there in this hospital anyway? Do it as quickly as possible! If anything happens to my wife, I’ll burn this hospital down right now,” Marco threatened the nurse. Despite realizing it was a small hospital and there might not be many doctors available, what made Marco unable to think was seeing Letta’s body grow colder and paler.