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~Dante~It was snowing outside, which meant that the skies were great and the people’s moods were gloomy. Today I’m feeling extremely sluggish. I am clueless as to the reason. In the entirety of my existence, I have never before experienced weakness on this scale. I stood up from my chair and went to the balcony. The slow, gentle morning breeze always has a soothing feeling when it caresses my face. One of the reasons I enjoy my balcony. Too bad I won’t be standing for long today because it’s a bit freezing today. I returned inside and went directly to the shower. When I was finished, I walked to my desk and began sorting the hotel reports, separating the completed ones from the unfinished ones. As I did so, they began to pile up. I took a deep breath after finishing all the reports. I needed some coffee. I put on my suit jacket, got in my car, and began hunting for the nearest coffee shop. As I drove, my mind wandered back to when Lev told me that Candice had picked up the photo and
~Dante~ I couldn’t think clearly. I stood there, watching Dr. Blackwood’s car drive away until it was out of sight. That much I know now that I’ve checked the business card in my grasp. I close my eyes because I don’t want to do anything reckless. I climbed into my car and began driving without knowing where I was headed. I have been a father without my knowledge. Lev was right—someone was indeed pregnant for me. I swear to God, Lola, I’m going to hurt her in the worst way possible. When she became pregnant, we were friends and husband and wife. But she never fought for us. She served me with divorce papers and took my children away from me. Even though I was a jerk, I deserved to know. This explains her mood swings and reluctance to eat. How come I didn’t notice? Why did she sleep with me before fleeing if I meant nothing to her? Did she think I wanted a life with Candice? Yes, I know I told her we shouldn’t have done it at first, but when she came to my room that night, I felt compe
~Dante~ I awoke the next morning, glancing at the wall clock. The time was 8:00 a.m. I had a look around my suite, and boy was it a mess. I use the intercom button to summon Lev. I told him to come to my suite in 30 minutes. I went to take a shower. I dressed after showering. As I was busy trying to pick up all the papers strewn across the carpet and organize them accordingly, Lev walked in. “Damn, your suite looks like shit.” I nodded, not knowing where to start. Only if I’d paid attention to him all these years. He was right about the pain. At the time we found out, three people were registered under me. But then, who has been helping Lola all this time? Her family? Naa, the last time I called them, they were in Vietnam, and the mother even called me her son-in-law, which can only mean that she didn’t know. I mean, we always call each other. She could have informed me. She loves me too much to keep such information from me. Lola’s mother was the first person I told about my yearnin
~Lola~I knew I was in deep shit when I bumped into him. What exactly was he doing here? My children look like him, and I can’t hide that. I tried everything I could to keep my kids from getting out of the car, but it was all in vain. He now knows he has three children. I feel bad for not telling him, but I had no other choice. He chose Candice over me. He wanted to be with her, so I gave him what he wanted. It was difficult, but I had no choice. I couldn’t see myself dragging him over with Candice. He seemed not to be holding on to what we promised each other, so I had to go away. I needed peace, and remaining in New York was never going to be peaceful. I was lucky that my car was fixed the same day since it wasn’t a huge crash. I drove to the shop without wanting to think too much about today’s incident. After parking my car, I proceeded inside, where I was greeted by Matthew and Carol, who were both smiling at themselves while they worked.“Good day, Carol.”“Good day, Mrs. Monroe.
~Dante~There she is, standing at the door as though she had seen a ghost. Did she think I wouldn’t find her even after bumping into my car? Maybe. My shoulders tensed as I stared at her. A pinch of annoyance washed over me, along with a slew of bottled emotions. My dark eyes were fixed on her, the woman who had stolen nearly 5 years of my life. We just stood there, staring at each other. No one said a word. We were just looking at each other. She looked terrified. She ought to be. I’m not here to eat; I’m here to claim what is rightfully mine. She looked confused.“At long last, Bunny.” She backed up a few steps. She was trembling. Why should I care about how nervous I make her right now? I want my children, and she is not going to stop me. I will take them away from her and let her feel how I felt all those years ago. I was a father without even knowing it as if she could even go a day without them. Does she realize how difficult it has been for me to not see them since yesterday? I
~Dante~I can’t believe her. Sorry! Sorry, that’s all she had to say after taking my children away from me. I got into my car and drove off from her place and headed to school to see the only three people who matter in my life right now. I don’t want children to believe Dad isn’t involved. I want them to know that I love them and that I will lay down my life for them. I arrived at their school and took them with me. We took a drive around town. I’m not even sure where I’m taking them. I don’t even know what my children like. Thanks to Lola.“Do you want something to eat?”“Daddy, can we have some ice cream?” Mia spoke up.“What about you boys? Do you want ice cream as well?” I watched as they exchanged glances and screamed for pizza at the same time. I laughed at how cute they were. So, I first went to a pizza place, and there was an ice cream shop just outside the shop, so it was easy for me not to run around with them.“Daddy, are you going to leave us again?” Mia inquired.“No way,
~Dante~I was left speechless and frozen in one place as I stood there, unable to contain the wrath that was building within me. “What exactly did you say?” I watched her as she spun around and, with a gasp, dropped her phone on the floor.“Dante.”“What did you just say, mother?” She began to bite her nails, then clutched her gown as if her life depended on it. She was striving for some equilibrium as she trembled backward.“What is going on here?” My father entered the room. His eyes moved from my trembling mother to mine. “Care to explain what is happening here?” I waited for my mom to open her mouth and explain why she had done what she had done.“I—I can explain.” I sneered at what she had said.“You can explain? Listen, I don’t want to see you ever again, and you will never see your grandchildren ever again. Do you understand?”“Dante, please allow me to explain. You’re to blame for everything!” She screamed.“And I deserve to be kept in the dark? I am their father! Stay away fr
~Lola~I wept and sobbed.It all seemed like a dream.Perhaps if I close my eyes tightly and then open them, I’ll discover it’s nothing but a nightmare and then sigh with relief. My long lashes fanned across my cheeks as my eyes closed firmly, and I wished for it all to be a bad dream that I desperately wanted to wake up from. I blinked and opened my eyes. There was no such luck. I had no one else around me. I was all alone. My kids were gone. He took them. He took them, as though I wasn’t the one who had raised them. Why did he take them away from me without giving me a chance to tell him how I felt? Not even a chance to say anything. I was still stunned that he had tracked me down. I couldn’t muster the guts to tell him what was on my mind. I let him take my children away from me like a fool. They are mine. He didn’t want me. He made that so clear. I couldn’t be selfish and ruin his relationship with Candice. I wanted him so badly. I wanted him to be part of our lives, but it was im
~Dante~Lola stood there, kicked the door behind her, opened her gown, dropped it on the floor, and presented herself to me like the feast that she is. I didn’t wait to be told; it was time to please her. It was impossible for me to shake the feeling that she had forgotten all about me. I forced that thought to the back of my mind, stood at my feet, wrapped my arms around her, and pulled her into my chest, feeling her naked skin brush against my naked chest as we were both exposed.I bit into her neck, and she let out a whimper as I did so. That one groan expelled from my mind every unfavorable thought that had been bothering me.But how can I? How am I supposed to ignore the fact that she doesn’t remember who I am?"I wish you could remember our promise and what you are to me. I wish you could remember how I used to do everything for you like a fool in love but could confess my love for you." She did not provide a response. She turned around while she was in my arms, and the sensatio
~Dante~When I heard my little girl scream, I was in my study; I immediately ran out of the study and went to the location from which she was screaming. When I entered Lola’s bedroom, I found her lying on the carpet. I picked her up and placed her on the bed before dialing Emily, our family physician, as quickly as I could. She didn’t squander a single second. Emily was not able to provide any information regarding Lola’s memory because that was not her area of expertise, but she did check on Lola and let us know that she was doing fine. I couldn’t leave her room because I wasn’t sure if she was going to be okay. The children were in the same state of anxiety as I was, and they refused to leave her room. Even though Lola doesn’t remember anything, I know that she has been trying her best for the children, and there have been times when I’ve gotten the impression that she’s being too hard on herself. Since we had our first passionate encounter in my study, Lola and I have been unable t
~Candice~I pulled the trigger, and I shot June Blackwood out of anger, but what drew my attention was the sinister smile that Dante Monroe gave me at the moment of the shooting. It doesn’t make sense. It just doesn’t. After giving it a lot of thought, I came to the conclusion that I had been tricked. Was that enigmatic, horrifying man sent to me by Dante? No! Dante is far too easygoing. I turned to look at the pool of blood that I had just created. I was supposed to be nowhere near Dante and his family. Despite this being stated in the protection order that was issued against me, Dante and I had a perfectly normal conversation today, but why?Wait…. He knew of my plans. Where the fuck is Mason Blackwood? As I was still pondering about Mason Blackwood, the man who gave me the silver gun walked in with Mason Blackwood in a wheelchair, mouth wide open, as though he were gaping for air, except he wasn’t. The man was drooling, and one could tell he couldn’t do anything for himself.For ho
~Dante~I took a seat and waited for June Blackwood, but in all honesty, she was just there to talk about the Lolitta hotel, not love, and I don’t like women who are that desperate. I had the impression that the woman had moved on from the fixation she had on me, but learning that she and her brother had planned it all was a royal pain in the ass. The picture that was sent to me wasn’t a mistake; Mason knew all about it and acted innocent all along. June, right from the beginning, was very forthright about her goals, which is one trait of an overly ambitious woman that I have never liked. I looked over and saw Candice picking up her flute and beginning to walk in my direction.Let the game begin.Because I despised her with such a burning rage, I made sure that I sat in a location that was a great distance away from where she was seated. Just the sight of her makes my stomach turn."Mr. Monroe, you continue to exude an air of sophistication." She was kind enough to offer a compliment.
~Mason~ I have a deep-seated, abiding loathing for Antonio Guerra. He beat me at my own game; I spiked his drink, but he switched drinks when I least expected it. The house even had a wheelchair ready for me. It’s hard for me to believe I’m in this predicament. He dragged me all the way to Dante’s office and then abandoned me there, fully aware that I would remain silent even if I had the willpower to do so. That one man had everything well thought out. He knew Lola wanted Dante, and he left me here to watch as they fucked each other’s brains out. I got to see everything, including everything that I yearned to claim as my own. Her long legs were wrapped around Dante’s waist, further tormenting me because I could never have her, touch her, or even feel her presence. Antonio made sure of it. He made me watch it all as they hungrily devoured each other. As I watched the show, I couldn’t help but let a tear fall down my cheek. My cock couldn’t even get hard; Antonio made sure I was a dead
~Lola~As I screamed his name, my heart came dangerously close to bursting through my chest. My legs are jelly-like. He grabbed my face and forced me to look at his face before releasing his grip. As he brought my finger close to his nose and then to his mouth in order to taste me, he had a look of torment in his dark eyes the entire time. "You taste divine, Mi Amor." He uttered those words in a low, husky whisper. Those words got me even wetter. He pulled me closer to him, and I felt the swell of his bulge, this time needing attention—my attention. I moaned and started to rub against his swollen bulge."Easy, Bunny."The sound of his voice caused a sudden and intense arousal in my pussy. He pressed his lips to my neck, and instead of leaving wet, soft kisses, he started to lick. Every glistening drop of sweat that he ingested, he ingested it. I was unable to take it any longer, so I began to thrash violently against his bulge."If you keep doing that, I’m going to fuck the living day
~Lola~The need to be taken by Mr. Monroe was becoming unbearable. It was meant to be a seduction, but it ended up turning into desires instead. The origins of my desires are a mystery to me; I just can’t seem to put my finger on them. All I know is that when Mr. Monroe grabbed my ass, I wanted more. The need to have one’s needs met awakens from its momentary slumber within. With a lopsided grin, he leaned closer to me and said, "You are playing with fire, Mrs. Monroe. The need to part your legs and bury me deep inside you is becoming irresistible, Mi Amor." His voice, all raspy and masculine, was too much for me to bear. I looked up at him, feeling desperate and helpless.What the fuck is wrong with me?He looked so possessive, ready to take me, but hesitating.No! I don’t want him to hold back; in fact, I want him so badly that all I can think about at the moment is him kissing me as hungrily as he did before. I don’t want him to hold back. A hostile grin formed on his face as he cl
~Dante~"Look, a Guerra doesn’t show weakness, and you are starting to piss me off."I am no fucking Guerra; I am a Monroe. My uncle won’t refer to me as a Monroe, and the fact that he won’t is starting to get on my nerves. I hate it when Lola spends time with that bastard. I cringe every time I see her flash a grin at him, and Antonio is always nagging me to bring her closer to him. What if they end up making out in the end? I try to push the thought out of my mind."How do you expect me to be calm when she’s in there with him? What are they talking about?" He looked at me with a repulsed expression. One thing that stands out to me about Antonio is that he despises being put on the spot with questions. He opened his coat and pushed a document in my direction before closing it again. I looked at him and waited for him to explain what was going on before proceeding."io cazzo odio gli idioti." I wish I knew what he was saying, but I know he’s cursing me. After taking a glance at the ti
~Lola~Everything is now crystal clear, perhaps even too clear for my liking. Even now, I have no idea how to approach this situation. The nerve of him! How dare they do this to me? I feel like crying, but then I can’t really blame anyone but myself. No matter how hard I try, I just can’t seem to recall anything at all."You okay?" Bianca asked, and I responded in the affirmative, fully aware that our encounter wasn’t a coincidence but rather predetermined by fate. Even though I can’t remember anything from before, I now know the truth. As I went to pick up my bags, I found myself questioning whether or not anything of this nature is still worth it. I went out of the store and waved my hand to Bianca as I walked to the car and got inside.Antonio and I drove home, and I didn’t say anything throughout the drive. When I got home, I found the kids playing, so I stood there and watched them for a moment before rushing upstairs to my room and locking the door behind me. I need some time to