ELOISE POV:"I took a step forward. "This isn't right, Mr. Romano. You can't take my baby away from me. Isn't there another way out of this?""Or... You can just be my pretend wife in front of everyone. Including my own family. That way, you can watch him grow under my roof and your dear friend will be saved." He said, then left the office without looking back, but his scent, his cold dominating aura, and his indifference could still be perceived in the room as Ivy and I exchanged nervous and terrified glances. Goosebumps pricked on my skin. I had thought it was going to be only nine months and then I would be free to move out. The only thing that might be left was maybe the child would have to live with me for some weeks, then move in with its father for a few weeks as well, and it would carry on like that till he has come of age, but I guess my expectations were wrong. Now, I had to be his pretend wife in front of not only society and the media but also his family to save Ivy's
ELOISE POV: I clasped my hand against my lips as I sucked in a deep breath. I shouldn't laugh but I can't help it. "What are you doing down here by this time of the night?" He demanded in a deep growl, and an amused smile curled on my lips, seeing how hard he tried to straighten himself and act cold towards me after I had caught him red-handed while doing the unthinkable! "Shouldn't that be directed to you?" I smirked, my arms folded across my chest as I walked up to him in the middle of the kitchen. "What are you up to by this time of the night?" "It's none of your business." He snapped, irritated. "Just turn around and take your nosey ass back upstairs to your bedroom. I wouldn't take it easy on you if anything happens to my child." He warned, giving me a tough glare as he balled his fists on the counter where he was making the sandwich. His knuckles were balled so hard that they turned pure white. That simple reaction from him could have freaked me out or terrifi
ELOISE POV: The following morning was warm and a bit cozy, just the perfect temperature for a morning walk outside in the Romano's residential estate. I was seated on a couch in the center of the living room with my leg crossed over the other, dressed in my usual maternity gown as I read through a fashion magazine and sipped on some glass juice to while away time since I didn't really have anywhere to go or anything much to do... But let me be honest, I had a prenatal class at the hospital but didn't feel like going. Besides, I was still very young in my pregnancy trimesters to be going to classes, right? I will just go some other time, too lazy for that right now... Suddenly, I heard some precise and deliberate clicking of shoes against the marble floor. Turning my head behind me to know who it was, my lips fell slightly apart as I took in his appearance the moment my gaze came in contact with him. He was dressed in a Charcoal grey suit and grey pants, with a crisply ironed
ELOISE POV: "I don't think you should come," I said, raising an eyebrow. "It's a prenatal class, after all. What would you be doing there?"He replied, his voice steady and calm, "I'll be watching over you, making sure you don't do anything stupid that might put my baby's life at risk." His words left me speechless, rendering any argument I had planned mute.I licked my lower lips, swallowing any potential arguments I had In mind down my throat as I murmured. "Oh, I see..." "Aren't you going or did you have a change of mind? I don't have much time to waste." His voice snapped me out of my thoughts and my gaze bolted up, only to find out that Mr. Romano wasn't where I had last seen him. He was currently at the exit of the house, about to step out as his back faced me. I hadn't even heard a thing when he walked past me. "Weird..." I murmured with a frown etched on my face but then shook my head as I quickly sprinted up to him. "What are you thinking, Eloise. My mind was definitely
ELOISE POV: It felt so sweet to watch him perform these exercises even though he was, without a doubt, struggling to do them. He looked really embarrassed and angry, like a cute little angry bird going on its first flight over the cliff, and I was very sure that he might be currently regretting why he insisted on coming along with me. If he had known that this was what he would have to do here, then perhaps he wouldn't have even spoken a word about coming here. Haha! It was honestly the best sight anyone present could behold right now because he was sulking damn bad but didn't want to say a word about it. I sometimes wonder what was going on in that head of his. He must've been cursing everyone present, especially me who forced or rather manipulated him into doing this with us. Watching him scowling and hissing with each passing minute was pure gold and entertainment. I praised him, my cheeks flushed, "You're doing great, okay? keep it up!" He shot me a hard glare, his eyes s
ELOISE POV: "I just don’t like incompetent service," Dante said flatly. But beneath that calm tone, I caught the sharp edge of annoyance and something else. Jealousy. I could practically smell it in the air."I’m sorry, sir. I’ll get your coffee right awa—" the barista, the same one who had winked and smirked at me earlier, began, bowing slightly.Dante raised a hand sharply, cutting him off mid-sentence."Keep the coffee," he snapped. "My wife and I are leaving. And you? Don’t bother coming in tomorrow because you wouldn't have a job by then. You clearly have trouble keeping your eyes off someone else’s wife so maybe it’s time someone teaches you a lesson."He stood, adjusting his suit with a calm fury that made my heart race as I stared at him. Then unexpectedly, he took my arm and pulled me out of the room without another word."You heard me earlier, didn't you? We're leaving," he gritted and I swallowed. "Or do you want to stay back and gawk on him some more? You could do that i
ELOISE POV:The drive back home was quiet as I stared out the window until I didn't realize when I slept off from fatigue due to the exercise performed in the prenatal class. Not to even forget that I was feeling mentally and emotionally drained from thinking too much about I and my child's safety and future. The fear that had managed to creep into my heart didn't let me find peace but I was glad that I found rest. The sound of the car horn and slamming of the door jolted me awake. My eyes snapped open as I was woken back in the present.Just then, I saw Dante striding across the parking lot after stepping out of the car. For a moment, I naively thought he was coming around to open the door for me but of course, I was wrong.Without a second glance, he left me sitting there, casually heading into the house. He acknowledged Claire’s warm greeting with nothing more than a slight wave of his free hand, the other tucked neatly into the pocket of his pants. He hadn't even bothered to gl
DANTE ROMANO'S POV:"I see calling you a brat is a much suitable preference for you. If that's what you want then that's what you'd be called. No more 'Mrs Romano' for you," I sneered, turning my head away and she bursts out, laughing louder than before."Yeah yeah," she waved her hand in the air as she tried to get serious by putting off that flushed, laughing cheeks of hers. "So now let's go down to the deal. Are you going to tell me what made you change or you'd choose the second option; which is to let me put on whatever outfit I love and prefer?" She arched an eyebrow at me. I glanced at her from the side of my eyes. "I would never put the comfort of my baby at stake, you should know that because it's comfort is forever non-negotiable," I murmured and then rubbed my palms over my face, frustrated of course because now I had to tell her what changed. I had to tell her what made me change my approach towards her and it was clear that she wasn't going to back down unless I tell h
Dante's POV:Gently brushing the hair on her back away, I leaned closer to place a kiss on the soft spot I had had my eyes on but she suddenly moved away.She was breathing shakily, her words coming out as a fumbled pile of mess as she was unable to hold gaze with me. Shaking her head, she whispered hoarsely, backing away from me, "D-Don’t. Don’t get too close. I shouldn’t have... I shouldn’t have let it get this far. That was a mistake. So stupid..."My brows knit together, heart tightening with confusion. "Eloise, what are you—"I reached out, trying to steady her, to hold her, but she shook me off like my touch burned. She stumbled back, collapsing onto the edge of her bed, burying her face in her hands."This is humiliating," she choked out. "This is so fucking humiliating and it’s all my fault. I’m such an idiot. I. Am. Such. A. Fucking. Idiot!" Her voice cracked as she screamed the words at herself, clutching her hair in both hands, fingers digging hard into her scalp.My voice
Dante's POV:Surprised? No. I was actually stunned.I knew apologizing would be hard, but I didn’t expect it to feel this fucking impossible.Maybe I could’ve just said, “I’m sorry, Eloise.” Simple. Direct. It would've been the smarter move. But I never did that—not really. The last person I remember apologizing to was my mother, and that was years ago.And now… Eloise. I was about to make an exception. Not because I suddenly became good at saying sorry, but because I had no other choice. She needed to calm down, to come back into the bedroom and rest. All this running around...this stress...wasn’t just hurting her. It was putting the baby at risk. My baby at risk. I was left with no choice but the follow her around like a puppy going after it's momma's boobs and wincing. "God dammit, could this get any worse by the way?!" I drawled, palming my face before I went after her I found her in the parking lot this time around, crouched down and hiding behind my Mercedes as she tucked her
Dante's POV:I knew my actions, my tone, and the way I reacted around Eloise were confusing—too complicated for her to fully grasp. But what else was I supposed to do?I needed her close. Right beside me, where I could keep an eye on her. Where I could protect her. I couldn’t let history repeat itself and put the both of them in danger. No way. Still, I didn’t want her to misinterpret the care I showed. I didn’t want her reading too much into the attention, thinking it meant something... softer. It wasn't the right time yet. I just needed clarity. I needed to be sure of my assumptions because even the doctor wasn't sure. Was Eloise really Emma? The same girl who saved me five years ago?Because if she wasn’t Emma and I let her in, let her see a side of me I never show, only to find out she was someone else entirely then that would destroy me.All the time. All the energy. All the fucking emotions. Wasted.I took out my phone from my pants and quickly typed a text."Any updates yet?
Eloise POV:Dante had a long, irritated face on him as I laughed my heart out, his jaw clenching and unclenching. He seemed to be unable to bear my annoying ass any longer, so he gave me a hard glare before exiting into his dressing room. Once he went in, I quickly tossed the covers off my body and picked up my phone that I had noticed earlier on the bed side table to make a phone call to Ivy. I was already imagining the whole scenario in my head, how Ivy would be so stunned at first and then she breaks out into a loud uncontrollable laughter. It would be such a humorous gossip to share with her, especially when it has to do with him...Mr. Romano. No one would have ever guessed that this man could be such a joke. No one at all!And I bet that she would never have expected this from Dante because of how everyone got easily scared of him due to his history with being unforgiving, ruthless and commanding. Now that I thought about it, I realized that It's been quite long since we spo
Eloise POV:Dante's whole body stiffened before me after I had pushed him away.He stared down at me as my chest rose and fell, the temperature of the bathroom suddenly running cold, the running water from the faucets piercing my ears, and goosebumps began prickling my skin.I shivered as I stepped back away from him. Shaking my heard, I whispered to myself with tears brimming my eyes, my gaze dropping on the floor of the bathroom."I-I shouldn't have. This is wrong. What were you thinking, Eloise? What was I thinking? I was about to be a fool again. How could you?! Why can't I get a damn grip on my emotions?! Why do I always succumb at the slightest care and attention that I get?" I cried, sobbing as I drew back.Then I noticed Dante's approach to me but I stopped him right awat with my hand in the air before he could come any closer. "No!" Something flickered across his eyes but I didn't care to know what it was. "Don't get any closer Mr. Romano. I am an idiot, right? I know you d
Eloise POV: Beautiful? I didn't expect to hear such compliments, at least not from him. But hearing it now, I realized why he had his eyes glued to my lips earlier. He found it beautiful. But what's so special about it? It's just some pale plump lips with no touch of lip gloss on it. I don't see what's so special about it. I mumbled softly, "Oh, I see." My forced smile barely reached my eyes. "Thank you," I added, placing the napkin back on the trolley.As I watched him return to the bed, our eyes locked, and I suddenly forgot how to breathe.He climbed onto the bed, the mattress groaning beneath his weight as he closed the distance between us, never breaking eye contact.My breath caught in my throat. "Ah—what are you doing?" I stammered, my heart racing and hammering against my ribs as I instinctively shifted away from him.A wave of panic hit me. What is he up to? Why is he getting so close? Please, don’t let it be what I’m thinking…I tried to keep my voice steady, but the ner
Eloise POV: "Sir, may I come in?" Claire’s voice came from just outside the door. "Yes, you can," Dante replied, his tone casual and unreadable. Claire entered, pushing a food trolley stacked with a variety of healthy dishes. She wheeled it silently to the side of the bed and began arranging the plates on the master-table with care, something she was used to doing after serving the Romano's household for many years. "You can leave it. I’ll handle the rest," Dante said flatly, arms folded over his toned chest as he leaned against the wall. Claire paused mid-motion, clearly taken aback. It was unlike of him to take over such a task, and the surprise showed in her widened eyes. For a brief second, she stared at him, processing the shift in routine. Snapping out of it quickly, she averted her gaze and straightened up, nervously wiping her hands on her dress. "Ah—yes, Sir. I’ll be on my way now," she said, stepping back and leaving the rest untouched. Once Claire was gone, Dante m
Dante's POV:She stared at me for a while, not saying a word and looking shaken by the sudden question I asked. She seemed to be conflicted on what to say; which sort of gives me an answer to my question but I didn't want to make assumptions without confirming things first. I raised my eyebrows as I pressed once again. "Do you?" She jolted, her eyes nervously averting away from my scrutinizing gaze. She stammered, "Ah-I don't know. I have never gone by that name, and I don't think I know anyone who does . Why do you ask? Is there something..." I scoffed. I wouldn't buy such lame lies. It wasn't convincing at all and I must confess that she's such a terrible actress when it comes to feigning clueless."No, forget it," I said flatly. But that wasn't the end. I will find out the truth through one way or the other. A knock hit the door and I darted my gaze to it. "Sir, Mrs. Romano's dinner is ready and served on the dinning table," I heard Claire inform from outside the door. "Is
DANTE ROMANO'S POV: He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose as he lifted his gaze to meet mine. "I'm sorry, Mr. Romano. But as your personal doctor who have been treating you for years now, I needed to go through some old files of yours, you see," he spoke professionally with an edge of fear in his voice. "I need to be sure of what I'm thinking or about to say before passing down any news to you," My brows furrowed at him as he explained. "What are you thinking and how is that any of my damn business?" I snapped, clenching my jaw and fists to hold back myself. "It is, Mr. Roma—" My fists landed hard on his desk before he could complete his sentence and he jolted, dressing his seat back immediately in fear when the hit left a crack on his table. My voice was hard, reflecting how irritated and impatient I was feeling at that moment. "I am demanding to know how my wife and child is, Doctor Roy. I don't give a damn about your stupid thoughts or assumptions, you hear m