~Dante~ What the fuck is he talking about? The last time I checked, I had no relatives. I am not going to waste any more of my time sitting here and listening to their hogwash. "Lev, get the car ready. I think it’s time for us to leave." I said, and he nodded, but the man’s bodyguards blocked Lev from getting close to the kids. I do not play with my kids. I will take action against anything that poses a risk to their lives. My kids are the only thing that makes sense in my life right now. I folded my hands and looked at the two men in front of me. If they have something to say to me, they can go ahead and fucking say it instead of looking at me as though I’m this fine art they haven’t seen in their entire lives. I am ready to strike if they fucking make any move. "Get the kids," I told Lev; surprisingly, they let him go where the kids were, but the old man stood up and followed Lev. The man got down on his knees just as I was about to strike, and he affectionately touched my daughte
~Dante~ So it came to my attention that my mother used to be a prominent figure in a criminal organization but she gave up her former life when she married my father. It’s no wonder she could get away with hiding Lola and the children from me. I heaved a sigh and thought about what my uncle had said to me—that he had gone to medical school and earned a doctorate. But he has never worked for anyone. To ensure that Lola is well taken care of in the interim, he will be spending the next week here at my house. He didn’t have to; he had businesses to run, but it seems like this Mason issue pissed him off. My mother doesn’t get to know that Uncle Antonio is around, and she doesn’t get to know that I will be playing dirty for my family’s sake. I let out a sigh and shifted my weight on the chair so that I could lean back. As I was about to pour some scotch for myself, someone knocked at my door. I ordered the person to come in. "Hey." She couldn’t stop twiddling her fingers. She was nervous,
~Mason~When Lola suggested that they start over as husband and wife for the sake of the children, I stopped dead in my tracks. I was on my way to her room when I overheard the conversation that they were having, and it caused me to come to a complete stop. I frequently found myself standing by the entrance in order to better hear the conversation. I continued to listen while pressing my ear against the door of the room."No, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever met, but right now, you don’t remember anything, and I can’t pursue a relationship with someone who doesn’t even know what my favorite color is." He said this guy is up to something. He claimed her, and now he’s rejecting her. Nah, I didn’t buy it."Black! Your favorite color is black; you love sports cars; and you love noodles!" In a state of shock, I took a few steps backward, and as my body began to heat up, I thought to myself, "What the fuck?" How did she know that? I retracted my body into the same position I had
~Lola~I sat down and continued to read the story to them, and during that time, they were all attentive and asked a lot of questions. I don’t understand what the problem is with me. I am busy reading this story, but my mind is not here. I have a lot on my mind right now, including the man who says he is my husband but turned me down when I suggested that we start over together. I mean, I am trying with the kids, and despite the fact that I can’t remember any of this, we should be able to make it work."Alright, kids, that’s all for today. Your lunch will be ready shortly." After I had finished speaking, both of them got to their feet and walked over to where I was standing so that they could kiss me. It is a fantastic feeling. Being a parent sounds like an incredible experience to me. But I can’t really tell what happened to me that day in Mr. Monroe’s study.How did I know what he liked and his favorite color too?Someone called out to me as I was still trying to figure out how in t
~Lola~I don’t really know what’s wrong with Antonio or how the fuck he knows so much about seduction. Since he took me to a lingerie store, I can't help but blush whenever I'm in his presence. I know the type I like, but how am I going to fit all this in when he’s with me? Is it even appropriate at all?"Hey, Lola or Janet. Fuck, Mrs. Monroe sounds better. This is Bianca, a close friend of mine. She will help you out." Antonio said, and I heaved a sigh of relief knowing that I was with a woman. I am a bit insecure when it comes to my body, and I still feel like I have flaws. I have body issues, and I feel like they make me lose confidence. One of the reasons I am not sleeping with Mason is that I feel like my boobs should have been bigger. I also have a few stretch marks on my boobs. Even though I am happy with the way I look, I sometimes wonder if I could have been more hourglass-shaped. Even though Mason claims that my body drives him crazy, there are days when I just don’t like wh
~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
~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~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