Trapped I can't escape from the Billionaire
Chapter 74

Letta blinked as she felt her dry throat, prompting her to slowly open her eyes, intending to get a glass of water. Her movement halted when she felt a large hand now encircling her stomach. This made Letta finally realize as she turned around and saw Marco embracing her tightly. From his regular breaths that momentarily silenced Letta, she gazed at Marco's now peacefully slumbering face.

His eyes always looked at Letta with a sharp gaze. His high nose and firm jaw made Letta notice every inch of her handsome husband's face. However, the next moment, for some reason, a sense of anger now welled up from the depths of Letta's heart.

Letta began to realize what she had just done with Marco. They engaged in an intimate relationship, perhaps for the first time, without resistance and without feeling coercion. This slowly made Letta lift Marco's arm, moving it aside. Then, Letta immediately hurriedly got up from her bed.

Letta picked up her scattered clothes. After that, she glanced at the clock on the nightstand, which already showed two in the early morning. Not only that, Letta then shifted her gaze around. There were still wine bottles and glasses scattered on the floor. Then, she looked towards Marco's scattered clothes. Letta then turned, looking at the reflection in the large mirror that now showed her body with red marks that almost covered her upper body. This made Letta immediately rush out of Marco's room after putting on her clothes.

Letta immediately descended the stairs and entered her own small room. She had no intention of falling asleep again. Letta went straight into the small bathroom and doused her body with cold water. Then, she scrubbed every inch of her skin, not missing even a bit on her face and hair. Letta seemed unwilling to leave any traces of her playtime with Marco on her body. And the next moment, Letta sat on the cold floor, crying softly.

Letta didn't know what kind of flutter she felt last night when Marco touched her with such tenderness. The flutter made her heart feel tight, but not in a painful way. This made Letta unwilling to acknowledge that it was a different feeling filling her heart. Letta didn't want to be the one who had feelings of happiness like last night for a man who had been tormenting her all this time. Letta wanted to get rid of that feeling. This made Letta now just cry softly. It was truly sad for her if she really had feelings that might involve admiring a man who didn't even care about her, whether she was alive or dead.

Letta didn't know how long she had locked herself in the bathroom, with a wet and cold body, even without shivering at all. Letta tried to feel if her heartbeat still felt racing or not, and only then did Letta get up and leave the room. Letta looked at herself, feeling how sad her life was at the moment. Eventually, Letta heard a bird chirping loudly outside her window. The bird seemed to urge her to leave the small room. Although Letta didn't know where the bird came from, she could clearly see the bird in the darkness outside.

Letta chose to ignore the pecking of the bird's beak on the small glass window and changed her clothes. Letta didn't know what Marco would do to her if he knew she wasn't in the room when he woke up. Letta was familiar enough with Marco's habit of getting angry with whatever she did.

However, after Letta finished changing, she suddenly paused, looking back at the bird still pecking at the window glass. Letta began to think, whether this was an opportunity to leave the house. Letta approached and reached out her hand, tapping on the window glass. Letta observed the small window, realizing that if her body passed through it, it would be enough. After that, Letta looked at her phone, still dead and cracked, then glanced at the clock, which showed three in the morning.

Letta was sure that the guards outside were not too focused on their surveillance in the early hours like this, prompting Letta to look for something to break the window glass. Letta didn't want to be confined in here with feelings she wanted to distance herself from. Letta truly didn't know where those feelings came from, and since when a single gentle treatment from Marco made her love him. Letta had to leave immediately so that those feelings wouldn't grow any stronger. Letta didn't want to become more miserable by loving the man who had tormented her all this time.

After that, Letta found a piece of wood that served as a support for her bed. However, Letta couldn't just break it immediately, because that would certainly attract people's attention. However, after thinking it through, Letta realized that her room was at the end of Marco's house and the noise wouldn't possibly be heard from the front. Moreover, outside, her room only bordered an unkempt garden, with tall trees resembling a forest.

Letta didn't know how far that garden extended, but she would think about it once she was outside. Letta finally tried to steady her resolve first. Was she really going to escape from Marco's grasp? If so, what did she have to risk at the moment? If previously she had to lose her baby, then this time if she failed, what she might risk could be her life.

Marco would definitely be very angry and might even finish her off immediately, but for Letta, that was not a frightening threat. For Letta, life or death at this point was no different. Even if she died, she would be able to end her suffering, rather than having to live bearing all the pain that truly made her chest even tighter.

Letta then opened her eyes and quickly swung the wood, so the window was no longer obstructed. Letta hurriedly disposed of all the shards of glass with the wood before finally attempting to leave the small room that had become her prison.