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Trapped : I can't escape from the Billionaire promise you won't break it
Letta immediately ran to her room upon returning from Arabella's boutique. She took off all her clothes and stepped into the shower, dousing her entire body with cold water to alleviate the trembling sensation. Letta closed her eyes, hoping to find calm within herself. But that wasn't what Letta found. As all her past memories were now vividly etched in her mind, her encounter with Merry truly drew her back to the Past. All the faces she had once forgotten slowly resurfaced in her memory: her aunt, Miti, Mia, Abian, Merry, and Sean. The people she had previously forgotten were now vividly visible. She recalled their beaming smiles. Yet, it wasn't just that which made Letta feel her entire body shudder. It was how her initial encounter with a certain Marco, who had since been shaping her life, surfaced in her mind. Letta clenched her fists tightly. The man she had considered her protector, the one who had provided her with warm embraces, turned out to be the mastermind behind all the
Trapped : I can't escape from the Billionaire leave him
Letta then immediately opened her eyes wide. If in the previous nights Letta was disturbed by the nightmares of her past that haunted her, about her lost memories now being different, now it seemed like a flashback with all that she had forgotten, and she remembered it again. Now it was the mistreatment of Marco that had tormented her, which now made Letta unable to sleep soundly. But it didn't affect Letta in any way. Letta didn't feel tremors or fear. For some reason, perhaps because she was too numb to all the pain Marco had inflicted on her. Eventually, Letta turned to her side, where Marco was holding her tightly, his warm breath on her neck made Letta loosen Marco's embrace slightly, looking at how her husband was sleeping peacefully. Letta then reached out to touch the side of her husband's face. But it stopped. For some reason, Letta felt like killing the man next to her. However, it all seemed to dissipate on its own when the love Letta felt for Marco made her curse herself.
Trapped : I can't escape from the Billionaire you've changed it
Marco furrowed his brow as the morning sunlight began to disturb his sleep. Slowly, he opened his eyes and reached out to the side of the bed where his wife Letta usually lay. However, this time Marco didn't feel Letta's presence beside him. This prompted Marco to focus, only to find himself alone in the large bed. Trying to sit up, he gazed at the expansive room he occupied. Even Freya was no longer in her crib. Marco glanced at the clock, which read 7:00 AM, realizing Letta hadn't woken him up at all. He stretched his body, trying to relax the muscles clinging to his perfect frame before eventually getting out of bed. Heading towards the window, Marco heard voices from the garden next to their house. He spotted his wife and their little daughter playing ball in the vast garden, accompanied by a few servants not far from them. Marco then grabbed the phone from the nightstand and captured the scene from afar, capturing the beautiful smiles of his wife and little Freya before quickly
Trapped : I can't escape from the Billionaire special gift to Letta.
Letta then watched as her husband's car gradually moved away, passing the tall gate that separated their house, with Freya waving her hand at her father's departing car. Letta then took Freya back into their large house before turning her gaze to Desi, who had just brought some toys from the garden. "Desi, please watch over Freya. I need to tidy up some of Marco's belongings in the room," Letta said, making Desi nod. As instructed by her mistress, Desi quickly stored all the toys and took Freya to play in front of the TV room. Meanwhile, Letta immediately closed the bedroom door. Marco's scent still lingered distinctly, filling Letta's senses. Letta then walked over to her vanity table, gazing at her reflection. After this past week of recovering her memories, Letta somehow had to create distance in order to leave the large house with Freya without being noticed by Marco or anyone else. This led Letta to glance at the business card in the drawer of her vanity table, where a series o
Trapped : I can't escape from the Billionaire I hope we can meet there
Letta began examining some clothes in a large suitcase, not only her own clothes but also Freya's. After nearly a few hours of choosing these clothes, three suitcases were in front of her, prompting Letta to look at Freya, who was still playing on her bed. "Mommy's done with work, we're going to send all of these,” Letta said, making Freya smile. Letta then called Desi to ask some guards to pull the suitcases out of her room. "Desi, can you ask some guards to take some suitcases from my room?” Letta asked, causing Desi to furrow her brow. "Suitcases?" Desi asked, and Letta nodded her head. "Yes, I just chose some of my and Freya's clothes that are no longer in use. So, instead of cluttering the dressing room, I chose them and intended to donate them to some orphanages and people in need,” Letta said, making Desi nod her head.A few minutes later, some guards carried the three suitcases, even the one Letta used was just a regular suitcase that could probably be disposed of by Marco
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Letta fell silent, looking at Freya who had just finished dressing up. Freya, now 15 months old, seemed to be getting smarter. Every day, she could already say a few simple words, and it made Letta even happier to watch the little princess develop rapidly. However, the next moment, Letta's smile faded as she faced the reality they had to face in the future. Letta bowed her head, looking at her little princess who was now smiling sweetly at her. "I'm sorry, my dear. This is the best path we have to take. I don't want us to live with people who have deceived us. I also don't want us to live with a very dark past in this house. Maybe, when you grow up, you will say that it was your mother's selfishness, but for me, this is the best way to repay us. He also has to feel the enormity of the loss and the pain that I have been feeling all this time," Letta said as she reached out her hand, gently caressing Freya with affection. Letta then got up from her seat, looking at the large room she h
Trapped : I can't escape from the Billionaire she finally left you?
Marco didn't stay still, he immediately moved quickly to contact Pedro and instructed him to come with orders to other guards to immediately search for Letta's whereabouts, as well as Freya to check the last car Letta had been in. Eventually, Pedro came to face Marco, looking very disheveled with his work clothes clinging to his body, even though it was already late at night. "Forgive me, I still haven't been able to find the car driven by Madam," Pedro said, who had been directly instructed by Marco to move, but faced obstacles, making it slightly difficult for Pedro to trace the car previously recorded by CCTV at Marco's house. "Hand over all the guards we have, or if necessary, hire any detective to find Letta and Freya's whereabouts. I don't want to let them stay out there for too long. What if something bad happens to them, suddenly they're kidnapped, or suddenly they get lost out there,” Marco said, trying to think positively, although coldly, Marco could already guess that th
Trapped : I can't escape from the Billionaire Find them.
Two years later.Pedro extended his hand to open Marco's office door. Inside, his boss sat in his oversized chair, gazing out the large window. It seemed that over the past two years, Marco's boss had increasingly engaged in this activity, looking into the distance as if seeing a shattered future. No more laughter echoed, no more softness in a woman's voice that could touch his tender heart.Pedro felt concerned about Marco's current life. Marco was no longer the arrogant figure; he appeared like a lonely lion. For these two years, Marco seldom returned to their grand house. Most of his time was spent in the office, resembling a small home, where he tried to forget the sweet memories with his wife and daughter. Up to this point, Marco hadn't heard any news, no matter how small, about them.Pedro then sighed deeply."Sir," Pedro uttered, making Marco mumble without intending to turn and look in his direction."I've finally located them," Pedro said, making Marco immediately jerk. The n
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