Trapped pregnant with a Billionaire child

Letta continued to struggle, hoping to break free from Marco’s grip and at least instruct the people to stop beating Sean, who now seemed helpless.

“Please, stop it. Don’t kill him. I don’t know what will happen to Meri if she finds out her son like this, because of me,” Letta said, making Marco look at her in silence, while Letta cried in front of him.

“You’re crying just because of that man?” Marco asked, making Letta shake her head. “No, please, it’s just guilt. They’re good people, he helped me, and he even gave me a ride. I’ll come back with you. But I beg you, release Sean, don’t torture him like this,” Letta said, again making Marco just look at her with indifference, as if Letta’s pleas meant nothing to him.

Letta then looked at the people who had now taken turns punching Sean. Although Sean still seemed to be fighting them, the injuries he received were worse than when he was fighting Marco. Sean was alone, while Marco’s men were taking turns pummeling him.

“If Sean truly disappears, I’ll do the same,” Letta said, making Marco look at her even more sharply. Even his grip on Letta’s arm became more painful, and Letta could only endure it.

“Your pleas and threats mean nothing to me. I don’t care. What I want is for that man to vanish from the face of the earth because of the mistake that truly angered me,” Marco said. The next moment, Letta bit Marco’s hand quite hard, making Marco grimace as he released his grip. It was then that Letta began to run, pulling Marco’s men one by one. Although with difficulty, Letta pushed through the muscular and tall bodies.

After that, Letta ran towards Sean, who was truly helpless. Sean looked sadly at Letta, smiling with a mouth full of blood. Letta immediately embraced Sean. “Hold on. I’ll take you to the hospital, so you have to stay conscious,” Letta said.

“Step aside, Letta, if you don’t want me to make him suffer even more,” Marco said, but firmly, Letta hugged Sean. Even though Marco’s men struggled to pull Letta away, until Letta thought of one way. When Letta saw a pistol on Pedro’s waist, she quickly let go of her embrace with Sean and reached for the gun, causing the movements of Marco’s men to halt, as well as Marco, who now looked at Letta with a worried expression on his face.

“Stop!” Marco exclaimed to his men. “Letta, put the gun down,” Marco said, making Letta shake her head.

“If you keep moving, I will shoot each of you one by one,” Letta said, pointing the gun at his men, making Marco fall silent.

“Don’t be reckless. You don’t even know how to shoot a gun, so stop resisting and let my men do their job,” Marco said again.

“You think I’m just playing around, you think I can’t just use a gun?” Letta said. And the next moment, Letta fired randomly towards the floor not far from her. The sound of the gunshot rang out loudly, startling the birds perched on the cables around the building.

While Letta closed her eyes, Marco could only smile sadly at Letta, who seemed to be forcing herself just for another man. “You see, I can do anything right now. So stop approaching me,” Letta said, making Marco now look at his men.

“Step aside,” Marco said, making his men clear the way to him, as he walked closer to Letta.

“You’re the same, I can even shoot you if you keep getting closer to me,” Letta said, but Marco seemed to ignore her. He continued to walk slowly towards Letta.

“I don’t care, you can shoot me anywhere. Shoot if you dare,” Marco said, as if challenging Letta to shoot him. This made Letta point the gun again, but her hand was trembling. This made Marco once again give a contemptuous smile.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

“Are you giving up with just one shot in another direction? So, right now you can’t shoot me. Come on, Letta, didn’t you really want to finish me off? So shoot the gun at me right now,” Marco said, making Letta, of course, not have the courage to do that. Until finally, the only way she could try was by redirecting the gun towards her own head. Instantly, Marco’s steps came to a halt.

“I may not have the courage to shoot you, but I can shoot myself,” Letta said, still aiming the gun at her own head.

“Letta, don’t do that,” Sean whispered behind Letta.

“Sean, this is what I wanted from the beginning. I lost my little angel. This is what I hoped for, that I die with him, rather than live through the suffering he caused,” Letta said, without looking at Sean, and only focused on Marco, who now stared at her with an expression that was hard to interpret.

“So maybe God has given me a chance to do it again,” Letta said, making Sean shake his head. Although his body was helpless, Sean tried to reach out and grasp Letta’s wrist, which was holding the gun. This allowed Letta to look at him from the corner of her eye, seeing Sean’s wrist covered in blood, now gripping hers.

“Please, abandon your foolish intentions. You deserve to live happily. I promise, there will only be happiness for you. So just comply with that man for now. Let him finish me off,” Sean said, making Letta bite her lower lip hard.

“I should have said that to you, Sean. You deserve happiness with a woman who might make your heart beat besides me. I am tired enough to go through my miserable life. Even my birth was a curse that made people around me go far away from me. So, please, hold on until someone comes to help you. Remember that you have Meri who still loves you dearly, you’re the only one she has,” Letta said, still gazing straight at Marco. Meanwhile, Sean, who was helpless, could only release his grip on Letta’s wrist.

The next moment, Letta closed her eyes when she saw Marco preparing to approach her, and the sound of a gunshot filled the surroundings again as Letta pulled the trigger.