Trapped pregnant with a Billionaire child

Marco furrowed his brow as he saw Arabella visiting his house, knowing that she rarely ever came to his grand home before.

“What’s with that expression?” Arabella asked, looking at Marco, who was now gazing at her with raised eyebrows.

“I should be asking you the same thing. What brings you here?” Marco inquired, causing Arabella to shrug indifferently.

“Why, is there a problem? I just came to pay a visit,” Arabella replied.

“I’m busy at the moment, so you should head back and schedule with your manager. Aren’t you going to be busy with the Fashion Week in Paris soon?” Marco said, to which Arabella just grinned.

“Did I say I wanted to meet you?” Arabella retorted, making Marco look at her witha puzzled expression.

“Then who else would you want to meet at this house besides me?” Marco asked.

“Of course, I wanted to meet Letta. Is your wife around?” Arabella asked, causing Marco to fold his arms and gaze at Arabella with his arrogant stare.

“What business do you have with my wife?” Marco questioned.

“That’s a secret between us women,” Arabella replied, prompting Marco to respond. However, a voice from behind interrupted them, and both Marco and Arabella turned to look at Letta, who was carrying Freya down the stairs.

“Have you been here for a while?” Letta asked as she descended the stairs.

“No, just about 15 minutes ago, and 10 of those were spent with your husband interrogating me,” Arabella answered, causing Letta to look at her husband.

“No, I merely asked about her reason for coming here, and I mentioned that I was busy,” Marco explained, making Letta smile, while Arabella shrugged indifferently.

“Yes, he’s too confident that I came just to see him, when I actually came to see you,” Arabella said, and for some reason, her response sounded very annoying to Marco. Marco was about to say something again, but Arabella cut him off, knowing that arguing with Marco would take up more time, and she needed to talk to Letta quickly. Arabella reached out her hand and embraced Letta’s hand.

“So, where should we talk?” Arabella asked, making Letta glance at Marco for a moment.

“Well then, enjoy your time. I’ll be in my study,” Marco said as he walked away from them. Letta, on the other hand, immediately looked at Arabella.

“We can talk in the garden, how about that?” Letta asked, prompting Arabella to nod her head. Letta then walked straight to the garden with Arabella and Freya, after instructing Desi to prepare drinks and snacks for them. Letta let Freya play with the other servants, while she and Arabella immediately discussed the issue they had previously talked about at Helena’s house.

“I’ve got it,” Arabella said, causing Letta to stare at her with sparkling eyes.

“So quickly?” Letta asked, to which Arabella nodded.

“It’s not a difficult matter for me,” Arabella said, placing some photos in front of Letta, who glanced around, looking for any guards who might be watching them, but everything seemed safe.

“Is this really the man named Abian?” Arabella asked, making Letta look at the photos, then nodding.

“Yes, that’s him. He’s the man who claims to be Abian. Where did you get this?” Letta asked again, as Arabella shrugged indifferently.

“It’s not a difficult matter for me,” Arabella replied, making Letta look back at the photos.

” I’ve gathered all the information about him, as you said. He has no criminal record and isn’t currently working with anyone. He’s only affiliated with a Foundation, where he’s currently volunteering. He’s a photographer,” Arabella replied, making Letta continue to stare at the photos. For some reason, Letta felt familiar with the man, especially looking at his photo now in front of her.

“So, what about my way of meeting him?” Letta asked.

“I’ve also obtained a number we can contact to meet him. Whether you want to meet him now or later, you can arrange it yourself,” Arabella said, making Letta reach out her hand and take the number.

“I can’t contact him directly, but at least if you do, I can just leave. I don’t want Marco to suspect anything,” Letta said, looking around, just like Arabella following her gaze.

“So, you want to use me as an intermediary to meet this man?” Arabella asked, making Letta nod her head.

“Yes, you know. It’s not that I don’t have a cell phone or any other means of communication. There’s only a landline, and I can’t use that to communicate with Abian,” Letta said, making Arabella think the same.

“Actually, I should ask for payment for you with a job like this. The risk is very high, especially if your husband finds out about our plan,” Arabella said.

“I’ll take the responsibility for everything. I won’t mention your name or involve you,” Letta said earnestly, seeming very determined to meet Abian, which made Arabella sigh deeply.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

“Alright, then when will you meet him? Can I arrange it?” Arabella asked, making Letta pause for a moment.

“How about the day after tomorrow? I’ll tell Marco that I’m meeting you, and you can also tell him later how it went,” Letta said, causing Arabella to raise her eyebrows.

“So now your’re also trading your name to meet me. Well, okay. Because I’m a kind-hearted woman, I won’t do things halfway either. I’ll agree,” Arabella said, making Letta smile widely. “Thank you for your help. I don’t know how to repay you,” Letta said, making Arabella pause for a moment.

“Live well. Whatever you gain after meeting this man, I hope you follow your heart. Don’t ever think of anything that will hurt you,” Arabella said, leaving Letta silent. Letta didn’t know the meaning behind Arabella’s words, but she immediately smiled.

“It must be quite difficult to obtain information about Abian with all the connections you have, because even Marco hasn’t found anything so far,” Letta said, making Arabella briefly fall silent. She could guess, but Arabella didn’t say it. She didn’t want Letta to misunderstand her husband.

“Perhaps there are too many matters currently being handled by your husband, so in finding Abian, it seems they still haven’t found the time,” Arabella replied, making Letta silent.

“Will Marco allow me to meet you?” Letta asked, making Arabella finally get up from her seat.

“Whether he likes it or not, he has to allow it because I’ll be accompanying you. Don’t worry about the permission, I’ll handle it. You just need to prepare mentally and some questions for the man. Remember, don’t meet for too long. You only need an hour, no more. After that, I’ll stall and instruct my staff to keep an eye on you so as not to arouse suspicion from Marco. I know that if you leave this house, Marco will definitely instruct the guards to follow you, whether directly or discreetly. So, we have to be careful,” Arabella said, as if she already knew Marco’s tricks, making Letta nod.

“Yes, I was thinking the same thing,” Letta said, making Arabella smile.

“Alright, then let’s end our conversation for now. So, we have to meet Marco and tell him that I have an appointment with you the day after tomorrow. Just say that I want to show you my clothing collection because you don’t have time to learn from the designer about the current fashion trends,” Arabella said, making Letta nod.

“I leave everything to you,” Letta said, as she finally resumed walking around the garden. At least they had to spend more time to ensure that Marco wouldn’t be suspicious if they met for too long.