~Dante~I sat at the table with my three children and their grandmother for dinner. It’s a relief that the kids haven’t started asking for their mother yet. I don’t want any woman to come into my home and raise my children. Their mother has done an outstanding job raising them. If she can do it alone without any help, I can do it too. I watched as Lola’s mother eyed me. She hasn’t said a word."How was your trip, mother?""Not too shabby. I couldn’t let you fly out of the country since you told me you had children. However, who is their mother?" So it is true that none of them resemble Lola. I thought my angel looked just like her mother."Meet Kai, Tyler, and Mia, Mother. Your grandchildren." She didn’t push the conversation; we continued eating till Mia spoke."Daddy, I don’t like this. It doesn’t taste good." She remarked on this while picking out the peas. Realization dawns on Lola’s mother as she looks at Mia and how she was selecting the peas. Lola doesn’t like peas either. She
~Dante~Both Catalina and my mother were utterly unable to contain their rage. They walked up to Candice and slapped her on both cheeks. Lola’s mother slaps her right cheek, while my mother slaps her left."You have no right to call my daughter a bitch. How on earth did you fall for this thing without manners, Dante? How can a fellow woman open her mouth to call another woman a bitch? Unless you’ve got a cock, because as long as you’ve got a pussy, you are a bitch!" I gasped. I’ve always known she had no filter, but I never once thought she would talk like that."Catalina!" My mother screamed."What, Martha? She just called my daughter a bitch!""Our grandchildren are in this house. I’ve never liked you, but I’ve never had the guts to kick you out of this house. But I do right now. Lola is Dante’s wife, and you are a nobody. Why do you keep hovering over my son like a fly? Don’t you have some pride? Get the hell out!" I hate my mother right now, but I have to agree with her on this o
~Lola~This is the biggest mistake I’ve ever made in my life. One of them, at least. It’s been four years and eight months since I left home. I’ve completely forgotten what it’s like. But here I am, in the center of Ozark Regional Airport, awaiting my flight back to New York. I’m surrounded by individuals who are excited about a voyage to who knows where, but all I see is dread. I neglected my children and went on that hike with Mason and June. That could have been planned for all I know. June did a wonderful job of sending those pictures to my husband, Dante. I had a moment with Mason. I don’t regret it, but at the same time, I can’t jump into a relationship with him while I still have unresolved issues with Dante. Dante wasn’t meant to find out about Mason and me in this way. Not that I’m dating him or anything, but I am still Dante’s wife, and now I have given him yet another reason to take my children away. I am not sure if I like Mason, but I sure did enjoy the kiss. Will Dante c
~Lola~As Dante and I were battling to see who could maintain their gaze the longest, I saw that our mothers were looking at each other. My mom swallowed and cleared her throat. “Martha, I think we need to catch up. How about lunch?”“I don’t feel hungry.” I know she doesn’t want to leave me with Dante alone. To be honest, I don’t want to be near him, at least not right now.“Lola,” he said, pausing to make sure I was staring at him. “To my study.”“I have to take my bags to my room f...” He cut me off.“Now!” I was stuck in place. He walked a few steps up the stairs before stopping to look at me. He looked at me with pessimistic eyes, which frightened me, and then raised an eyebrow. I left my belongings and followed him. He went to his room, while I went to the study. The study was cold, just like its owner, and the thought of me being alone in the study with him sent shivers down my spine. I’m not sure why he wanted to see me alone in his study. I had a quick glance around. It was s
~Lola~I expected Dante to respond to my outburst, but he didn’t. He just looked at me, speechless, at least, as I assumed. But one thing was clear: he was furious. After he had left my room so suddenly and silently, I sprinted to slam it shut and braced myself against it as I did so. I clutched my chest tightly. What was that?I don’t understand why my heart is beating so fast. What is this strange sensation spreading across my chest? Wait, do I still have feelings for Dante? Naa, he wants to take my children. I can’t possibly still care about him, can I? But if that’s the case, then why am I sweltering from the inside out? It’s as if a fire was started all around me, which is making me extremely hot and causing a lot of sweat to come out of my pores. Why am I even thinking about this? It’s not like we have dealt with all this before; we ran from how we felt. My feelings for him wouldn’t just vanish. At the end of the day, he is still my husband, despite the fact that he hates me so
~Dante~ “You don’t get to choose whether you want me in their lives or not. I gave birth to them! Stop making me feel bad for what I did. You said I was yours. You said you would wait for me to grow up. You made a promise to me that you never kept. Now I have to get out of my children’s lives. Why? Because you say so? Never! You would rather kill me! You are here, playing the victim every day. What about me? My childhood sweetheart called me a mistake. I slept with all kinds of different women, even when I was of age. He forgot everything about his promise. I didn’t make that promise; you did! I fucking waited for you to see me as a woman. But all you did was confuse me more. Yes, you were my first. But did you care to ask me how I felt, Dante? Every fucking thing was about you. Even now, you are making everything about you without giving me a chance to explain. What the fuck do you want from me? Do you want to take me to court? Fucking take me to court! You ruined my life, and every
~Lola~Sadness, emptiness, detachment, and rage are all emotions that I’m experiencing. Right now, I am at a stage where my body is numb, my mind is numb, but my heart, my heart, is bursting at the seams right now. He wanted to make my life miserable. I don’t blame him; I blame myself for holding on to his promises. I was blindly giving myself to him because I thought he hadn’t forgotten his promise. The first time I thought he hadn’t forgotten his promise. I knew the promise had long been forgotten the second time I slept with him, but because I loved him and the idea of marrying the only man I’d ever loved, I voluntarily gave myself to him as a form of goodbye. For all these years, because of him, I lost my happiness, and my kids lost their father. I gave my children the love that he should have been giving them and the duties that should have been fulfilled by him because I didn’t want them to think about him, at least not yet. One thing is for sure: I hate him. I hate Dante Monroe
~Lola~I never in a million years imagined that my married life would be like this. I never imagined that I would live in a fairytale, but here I am, married to the prince charming of all my fantasies. The one and only man I have ever wanted from as far back as I can remember wanting him. The man who is most emphatically not my knight in shining armor. When I was younger, he was my knight in shining armor, but I suppose things change as people get older, and their hearts change along with them. I shook my head and started to laugh at my pathetic self. I am trapped. Dante Monroe had me where he wanted me. How much pressure is too much for one person to handle? If I could just get an answer to this question, maybe I’d have a better idea of how much longer it will be before I completely lose my mind. Why is it that whenever I make an effort to bring some semblance of order to my otherwise chaotic life, something unexpected comes up, and things get even more complicated than they were bef
~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