Everyone's eyes were drawn to her and Dante's conveyed confusion. "I..I had put pillows," she explained, feeling a sense of unease growing in the pit of her stomach. "Millie just said there were no pillows," Eviana pointed out, her voice laced with confusion, her brows furrowed. Maya's gaze was firmly locked on Dante, silently pleading with him to believe her. He should know that she would never put Vincent's safety at risk. He was her lifeline. "You must have imagined that you placed the pillows. It happens when we are exhausted," Eviana remarked with a sympathetic tone. "I..I don't think so," Maya replied, now a bit uncertain. Did she really imagine it? Did her mind really play a trick on her? Her eyes watered a she thought about it, his silence weighing heavily on her. Dante reached her in three strides and handed Vincent to her, letting her know he believed her. "I believe you," he declared. Relief washed over her tensed features, a tear of relief slipping down her eyes.
She hated how her heart would clench with fear whenever she saw him with another woman. She knew he was her, she knew he would never cheat on her but still, her insecurities always made her think of worse scenarios. Ignoring his majestic presence, she quietly fell in line behind Miguel. Miguel pulled a chair for her. She sat down after murmuring a "thank you" to him. He claimed the spot beside her and shook hands with the delegates. Her eyes drifted over to his table and this time she caught him looking right at her. She momentarily stilled, not expecting him to spot her so quickly. His eyes were intent on her, observing her with unwavering intensity. Miguel put a hand on her shoulder, causing her to look away. "Are you okay? I've been calling you," Miguel asked in concern. Maya quickly put on a fake smile."I am sorry. I spaced out, I guess," she replied. As the meeting began, she fought to concentrate only on it. Yet the heat of his gaze from across the room was impossible to ign
"Moan my name, baby. Let me hear it," he commanded in a low growl while fucking her in a ruthless tempo. "No," she refused in spite. She wasn't going to melt that easily. He increased the intensity of his thrusts, pushing her beyond her limit. She felt his cock driving in and out of her at a relentless tempo. "Say it," he demanded, impatient to hear her moan his name. "Migu...ooohhhh" he slammed in so hard that she blanked out a for a moment. Her body convulsed involuntarily as she felt freefalling into the whirlwind of euphoria. However, before she could take her dip, a sharp sting force stopped her. His fingers crushed her clit, denying her the utmost pleasure."You jerk," she whined in annoyance, even trying to hit him with her tightly clenched fists. But her punches barely hurt him. "You want it?" he questioned with a smug smirk. She looked up at him with her half-open eyes. "I hate you," she murmured, her mind wrapped in a thick haze of lust. She wished to glare at him
Carlos emerged from Dante's office, stopping short when he ran into Eviana in the hallway. His surprise evident as he asked, "What are you doing here?" "What do you mean? It's my fiance's company. I can visit whenever I want," Eviana responded with an arrogant edge, her gaze sharpening at the mere audacity of the question. Carlos wasn't surprised to hear disdain in her voice. "Fiance? When did that happen? When did he propose?" Carlos faked curiosity, his tone dripping with sarcasm. Eviana pinned him with an annoyed look. "Who are you exactly? Why should I share our intimate moments with you?" she retorted. Amusement shining in his eyes as he mocked "To share intimate moments, you should have them too, isn't it?" "Shut up," Eviana gritted out before storming past him and towards Dante's office. Carlos snorted as he noticed the lunchbox she carried with her. ......Eviana knocked once at the door before pushing it open. "May I come in," she asked, her red lips curled into a
Dante strolled in carrying a large polybag. His sturdy, tall build made her room feel unexpectedly small. He placed the polybag on the mattress and turned his gaze up on her. "It has insect repellent and other stuff you would need in Australia," he told her. She glanced at the bag briefly before reconnecting their gaze."Thank you," she replied, touched by his thoughtfulness. He gave a subtle nod before lapsing into a contemplative silence. "I am not going to Australia," he disclosed. 'You're not?" she asked, surprised by the revelation. "You were right. I am overthinking. I should support you instead of being jealous for no reason," he admitted sincerely. There would be no difference between him and Paulo if he also tried to control her. He was going to help her grow and find herself then clip her wings. Even if it meant, tormenting himself. A gentle warmth spread across her face after hearing his confession. She sauntered towards him and grasped his hand. Bringing it to her
He walked into the mansion. Without her presence, his home felt empty and dull, like she had taken all the light and warmth. "Exhausted?" Eviana remarked, catching his attention. She regarded him with a dazzling smile. Her glossy cinnamon-brown hair cascaded freely in rich, graceful waves- bouncing slightly as she walked towards him. Her see-through nightgown offering a tantalizing view of her voluptuous curves. A soft invitation to explore them. "I was waiting for you," she admitted, coming to a halt before him. "You don't have to wait for me," he spoke before looking away from her. "Why not? You are my friend. And now with Maya gone, it's my responsibility to look after you. To make sure you've eaten or not," she replied, her voice warm with sincerity. "Don't worry yourself for me. I've had my dinner," he told her. As much as she willed him, his eyes never slipped downward to her barely concealed body."Well, I am glad to hear that," she responded with a tight smile. He
After finishing the meeting, she was returning to her hotel when her car stopped at a red light. Her gaze drifted to the world outside her window. The sun had just set. Her mind wandered over to Dante, a smile flitted across her lips. He must be deep in his sleep right now. She still sometimes couldn't believe they were together. She still clearly remembered the day his car had bumped into her. Her faith in destiny had been reaffirmed since then.Her thought came to an abrupt halt when she caught a very familiar face among the crowd outside. The blood froze in her veins. But just as quickly as she saw him, he vanished. The person was gone in a flash. "Paulo," she whispered, both in disbelief and horror. She searched for him in the blur of moving people but to no avail. He just materialized and disappeared in a second. Was he really there? Or did she imagine him? How could he be in Australia? It had to be a misunderstanding but dread had settled deep within her. She was tempted
"You dare talk back? I will tear off your tongue," Paulo thundered as he slammed her head against the wall. "Leave me," she whimpered, feeling dizzy with pain. He threw her to the floor and drew his belt. "A girl who didn’t stay loyal to her own parents, how could she ever be loyal to me?" he sneered as he swung the belt in the air. "No," she screamed, bolting upright in the bed. She was drenched in sweat, her eyes wide with horror. She quickly reached out and turned on the light. As her nerves began to settle, tears claimed her eyes. She broke down into sobs, scared to her core. Extending her arm, she grabbed her phone and dialed him. Just one ring sounded before he answered the call. His beautiful face popped into her screen, making her sob harder. "What's wrong?" he demanded, worry etched his features. "I..I had a ni..nightmare," she stuttered out, barely able to form words. "You are fine. You are safe," he assured her. The need to get to her gnawed at his insides. His helpl
Submission isn't only for wars, love demands it too. And in love, when one surrenders, they gain the joy of belonging. To belong to someone is a blessing wrapped in love and trust. Just like the moon belongs to sky, rivers belong to oceans, she belongs to Dante. Only family and friends were invited to their wedding as they wanted to keep it low profile. She stepped out of her room to find her parents waiting. Mr. and Mrs. Diaz froze at first before gentle tears claimed their eyes as they saw her ready to start a new chapter of her life. "How do I look?" she asked sheepishly. Her wedding gown was stunning, she didn't know if she was doing justice to it. "Beautiful," Mrs. Diaz replied, approaching her. "Then why are you both crying?" Maya asked, her eyes drifting to her dad. "You'll understand the day you'll wed off your daughter," Mrs. Diaz told her while adjusting her neckpiece. Maya understood. Seeing their children start a new life must be an emotional moment for parents.
A faint cry of pain slipped from her mouth as she woke up to a crushing headache. She blinked against the harsh white light piercing her vision. "Maya," her mother called. Maya slightly turned her head to find her parents seated beside her. "Where is Dante?" she asked in a whisper. Anxiety etched across her face as she remembered the last night. They had met an accident. Dante had covered her with his body. That's all she remembered. "He is fine," Mrs. Diaz assured her. Maya searched her eyes for any lie but there was none. "My baby?" she asked dreadfully. Her heart began to hammer vigorously against her chest. She didn't know how she would endure if something had happened to her child. "Baby is fine too," she told her. Her eyes blurred with tears of relief. "Ssshh..my child. Everything is fine now," Mr. Diaz consoled her. "I want to see him," she implored through her tears. She had to make sure he was fine. She was not able to recover from the horror they experienced last ni
"We did it," Maya exclaimed, bursting with joy. The thrill lingered until the biting chill of the air nipped at her skin, causing her to tremble. Just as the cold began to seep deeper, a sudden unexpected warmth engulfed her. Startled, she turned to see Dante gently wrapping a scarf around her shoulder. His eyes filled with tender emotions.She pulled the scarf together, her heart swelling with tender love."City looks so beautiful from up here," Maya said, dazzled by the sight of lights glimmering across the hillside. Smiling, Dante stepped forward. "But this is not why I brought you here," he revealed, confusing her. She turned to look at him. He raised his hand and pointed a finger towards the sky. Her breath caught as her eyes widened in awe, her gaze drinking in the breathtaking beauty of the glittering night sky. He stood behind her, his chest touching her back. "Ain't they beautiful?" he asked softly. She nodded, caught in the beauty of the sky. He couldn't help but marvel at
Maya locked eyes with Katty. A maid had told her that Mrs. Martinez was waiting for her in the living room. She had no idea why she wanted to see her but she had a hunch that it was related to her pregnancy. She had decided she would refuse outrightly if she asked her to abort her child. Mrs. Martinez offered her a soft smile as she rose from the couch. Maya reciprocated with a hesitant smile of her own. "Since Dante isn’t around, I thought it was the ideal time to meet you." Katty started, deepening her sense of unease. "Why..why did you want to see me?" Maya asked, her guards up."You are glowing," Katty noted before adding in a friendly manner, "Pregnancy does that to you." Her eyes drifted to her belly where her grandkid was growing. The warmth in her gaze didn't escape Maya's notice."Thank you," she replied, smiling genuinely. She was glowing not because of her pregnancy but because of him. Her son was the reason behind her happiness. Dante was on cloud nine since he heard
She yanked him closer. Her hands moving with an urgency as she began undressing his chiseled frame. She traced the hard contours of his chest with her palm, the beats of his heart sending a fluttering sensation through her core. He was fascinating- sculpted like a statue. Perfection. The sexual attraction she felt for him was insane—the aching need to have his body wrap around hers. He ripped open his shirt, the buttons scattering across the floor with a sharp clatter. After that, he grabbed the fabric of her nightdress and tore it open with a ripping sound that mimicked her urgency. They both were burning in the inferno of desire. Gripping her wide hips, he drew her against his erection. With a titillating grinding motion, he moved it against her pulsating tender flesh. She moaned, her senses unraveling with need. Desire overwhelmed her to the point she wanted to cry. "Dante," she moaned breathlessly, he was teasing her relentlessly. "What do you want, baby?" he demanded in hoars
Dante charged forward, closing the distance between him and Paulo in threatening strides, his fists clenched tightly, veins taut with the promise of violence. Paulo gazed up at him in terror as Dante seized his collar and roughly hauled him to his feet. The tycoon's eyes were blazing with unrestrained fury, his face twisted into a feral snarl. Maya remained rooted to her spot. She had never seen Dante this enraged. He reeked of bloodlust- aura so intense and vicious that it made her stomach twist. He was entirely a different man.Dante’s fist collided with Paulo’s face in a sickening crack, the force whipping Paulo’s head to the side as blood sprayed from his mouth. A guttural groan escaped Paulo’s lips, but Dante didn’t stop. His knuckles slammed into Paulo’s jaw again, then his ribs, each blow delivered with merciless precision. Paulo’s body sagged under the onslaught. He struggled to get away but Dante didn't let him. He drove his knee into his stomach, doubling him over with a cho
Just then the phone was snatched from her hand. Her heart sank as Paulo emerged into her view. Standing over her, he resembled a furious storm ready to tear her apart. His glare piercing her like a blade as he cut the call, snuffing her only hope. A lone teardrop escaped her eyes. "Do you think I'm an idiot?" he snarled, his voice a low, dangerous growl. Panic surged through Maya. Her instincts took over as she scrambled backward, her wide eyes remained on his, anticipating his next move. He took a threatening stride towards her, his jaw locked tight. His features twisted. "Stay back," she warned despite the terror wrecking her nerves. She was scared for her life but she was scared for her unborn child. Her words only fueled his rage, hitting him in his head. With a violent motion, he threw the glass against the wall, the crash reverberating through the room. She flinched by his sudden outburst. "You will follow MY orders," he gritted out, eyes blazing with murderous rage. Maya did
The door slammed against the wall as it opened tremendously, startling her. Dante strolled in, his oppressive aura filling the room. Hope glimmered in her eyes and she rose to her feet, her robe slipping to expose her voluptuous curves. Each stride he took sent a ripple of tension through her, anticipation gripping her like a vice. He couldn't resist her. Hint of a smile danced over her lips as he drew near. He was a control freak and she loved that about him. She craved him to spank her, manhandle her, treat her like a whore. Her smoldering gaze traveled over his massive frame, enjoying the view. She was ready for the rough press of his body and the heat of his kiss but had not expected the sudden grip around her neck, his fingers tightening as he choked her. Shock seized her features. Fury- blazing in his eyes- cut through her flesh as he growled in her face, "Where is Maya?" Eviana's brows furrowed in confusion, "Maya? How would I know?"He choked her harder, his nails digging
Even though Dante knew it already, hearing the words spoken aloud sent a cold spike through his chest. A wave of anxiety gripped him. She was in grave danger. Why didn't she share it with him? Did she not trust him enough? His heart clenched painfully. Why did she embark on this dangerous path all alone? He couldn't realize when she slipped away from his protective embrace. One moment she was safe in his arms and the next, she was gone. He wouldn't be able to live if he lost her again. "Who took her?" he asked, freaking out from inside. "The kind of person who’ll do anything to keep you two apart," Peter replied, making Dante frown. "As surprising as it may sound, the video was taken from Maya's phone," Peter revealed, stunning everyone. "Someone stole the video from her phone and circulated it," he added. "Who?" Dante demanded, his body coiling with tension. "I am trying to trace it back to the perpetrator," Peter revealed. Dante clenched his fists, his face a dark