~DANTE~My search for Lola has been going on for more than six months now. I have refused to allow Candice to visit my house for nearly three months. I broke things off with Candice, but the girl seemed not to get the message. I don’t want her; I only want Lola, my wife. Candice suggested that we become friends. She kept me company and knew when not to cross the line. I will never forget what I promised my wife. I promised her that I would be her prince as long as she remained the princess, but I fell short. I had let her down. I took her innocence and told her we couldn’t work. She was the woman I married, the love of my life, but I failed our love. I didn’t have sex with some fucking girl. I slept with my wife! However, like an idiot, I offended her sentiments for Candice, her girlfriend. While she was my wife, she watched me share a room with my girlfriend. She made numerous sacrifices for me, and what did I give her in return? I treated my wife as if she were a side dish, despite
~Lola~Dante’s mother has been visiting me and assisting me with a variety of tasks and errands. I thought I’d be able to do it alone, but having her here makes all the difference. I have no idea how she does it. She has spent the last few months protecting me and her grandchildren, and it feels good to have her by my side. The children’s room is now ready. But I’m so tired, though. I’m tired, and my stomach feels like it’s going to burst. I really don’t want to do anything. To prepare for giving birth, Dante’s mother and I have been going to antenatal classes. She hated the idea of Mason accompanying me. I don’t blame her, though. She says that Mason has feelings for me and that his motives are not pure, which I personally find funny as Mason and June are my friends and they have been helping me. I know I have just met them, but Mason never gave me the idea that says, “Hey Lola, I want you.” I think all this is just in my mother’s head. There are some nasty women at the antenatal cla
~DANTE~I entered the grand hotel and found Candice waiting for me in one of the corners. It’s more as though she’s embarrassed to be seen with me. To be honest, baby girl, I’m game. I know about your Jackie Chan boyfriend. Playing with her would be a lot of fun. It’s obvious that she adores Jackie Chan, but how did she manage to trick me? I’ve now lost Lola. It was because of this woman that I lost her. I opted to stand in the reception area in order for her to see me and approach me. However, Candice remained immobile. I know what she is doing. She wants me to reserve a room and meet her at the elevator. Why wasn’t I able to see through these activities previously? She has always acted in this manner toward me. She is adamant about not being seen with me in public yet claims to love me. If that is the case, then I will make sure that your martial arts boyfriend sees you with me. That’s a promise, and I’ll keep it. I continued to pretend I didn’t see her and started to glance around,
Dante woke up the next morning feeling like shit. He felt like he had been hit by a train. He groaned, glaring around, then walked into the bathroom to freshen up.“I’ll be damned if I go to work today. I fucking need a break, and besides, I’ve been buried in my work ever since my wife left.” He mumbled that to himself. After doing his business, he headed back to bed, sleeping a little bit more.Dante walked into his study immediately after he woke up. He massaged his eyes as he stared at the heap of documents on his desk. It had been a tough day for him, made more difficult by his inability to locate Lola. He missed her, and he was fully aware that her departure was entirely his fault. He checked the clock after checking over some paperwork. It was already 1:00 a.m. He rose from his desk, winced at his backache, and walked out of his office. He proceeded directly to his room. He was ready to shower when thoughts of Lola making love to him for the final time flashed through his head.
~DANTE~I sat up in bed, blinking my eyes open. I was awake. My eyes felt sweaty, and I massaged them with my fingers as I pushed myself out of bed, kicking off the bedsheets. In an instant, I could feel my eyes becoming more irritated. I groped for my phone on the nightstand, thinking Elvis had sent me a message informing me of my wife Lola’s whereabouts. Regrettably, there were only missed calls from Candice. I checked the clock and realized I had plenty of time to work out. I dashed to the bathroom and took care of business as fast as possible. Then I dried my hands and face before exiting the bathroom and entering my walk-in closet, where I started searching for a towel so I could head to my gym, but then I couldn’t find any of the towels. I got annoyed as I’ve never run short of towels. "Why am I paying helpers if they can’t get a single thing straight?" Annoyed, I went to the side of the closet where I keep Lola’s clothes when she comes to visit. A towel caught my eye in one of
There was no doubt that Dante was up to no good. His unwavering devotion to Candice vanished into thin air. The fact that Dante’s sentiments towards her had altered since Lola vanished into thin air and that his love for her had changed as well was not a surprise to Candice. After all, the man only loved Lola. All she wanted was to get him closer to her, but trying to do it with her two hands was like trying to move a sturdy building with a hammer. When Lev called her, she thought that she would be given Lola’s position since she had started to attend meetings with Dante. Despite the fact that she was still upset over what had transpired at the hotel that day, Candice was enthusiastic about the meeting. The only thing that came to her as she prepared for the meeting was that Lola’s position was hers. She dressed to impress for the meeting.****~Dante~I was in the middle of completing some paperwork when Elvis called me out of nowhere.Elvis: I’ll go right to the point because I know
~Candice’s POV~My brain is fried, and I have no idea what to do next. I’m out of options at this point in time. Dante shattered my life, which is how I ended up here. I am a girlfriend who is nothing less than a housemaid. Dante made it clear that he didn’t want me, but I forced myself into this house on the pretense that I had no place to go and I owed some people money, so I couldn’t rent a place. He doesn’t even show the slightest bit of interest in me. Lola has been gone for over 2 years now, but Dante won’t give me a chance; instead, he fucks hookers while I am here, staying with him and waiting for him every month. I made dinner, arranged the table, and awaited his return. Well, he might come back or he might not come back. We rarely dine together. Oh well, I forgot to mention that he doesn’t even touch my food. I lied to him just to be closer to him, in hopes that he would stop talking about Lola and look at me, but I failed; he loves Lola. Ever since I moved into this house f
~Lola~Where am I? And what causes the gloominess of the atmosphere? My head is throbbing. I feel like I’ve been struck by something, but who did it? Panic took over me instantly."Hello!" I yell as I move my head in different directions in search of the light."Hello!" I yelled out once more, and this time I heard my voice reverberate several times. I was startled when I recognized the sound of a voice that I hadn’t heard in almost two years. My husband’s voice."You got pregnant and ran away from me, Lolita." I got goosebumps from his deep, booming voice. He has changed and become ruthless. He used to be considerate, but now I can’t even take a breath in his presence without feeling suffocated. I fought the desire to look at him while tightly closing my eyes. I know that this beast still takes up a lot of space in my mind, my body, and my soul, and I despise it. I fought the urge to look at him while tightly closing my eyes. "Answer me, Bunny!" His thunderous voice rippled across th