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
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
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
IntroductionDante had a suspicion that he was being overcharged for the flowers but he wasn’t entirely sure. After all, it was the first time he had ever bought a bouquet in his life. However, he let his doubts slide for these flowers were meant for someone precious. The blood-red blooms brimming the bouquet he clenched, overflowed with charm and youth- just like his fiancée, Maya Diaz.His love.The first time he had seen her was in their engagement announcement and to say he was entranced would be an understatement. Attired in a coral gown, she had appeared before him like a divine dream, captivating his heart in an instant. The fabric clung to her body like a second skin, accentuating her delicate curves. It was love at first sight. Just a first glance at her, and he knew he wanted her and only her to be his life partner. He vividly remembered their first encounter, as her dad introduced her to him. She stood in front of him with her gaze downcast, her brown curls cascading down he
Their wedding was fixed a day later, set for next month. They went on three dates in total after that. On their first date, he gifted her a million-dollar designer watch in a silent pledge to give all his time to her. Of course, he didn’t verbalize his intent and hoped she would understand his unspoken promise. On their second date, he gifted her a private jet so she wouldn’t have to depend on her parents to go wherever she wanted and on their third, he had gifted her a red diamond rose, symbolizing eternal love. His every gift held a meaning.However, these dates couldn’t bring them much close as he had hoped. The girl kept to herself at most and Dante who already found it difficult to socialize was even more discouraged by her reserved nature. They would barely talk on their dates. The conversation was limited to her college and his work life. However, the more they met, the further his feelings deepened for her. She had an air of innocence around her, untouched by malice or arrogan
“What do you mean?” he asked, hoping against hope that he had misconstrued her words. She took a breath as if preparing herself to say more. Her eyes held fear and doubt. “I can’t marry you. I love someone else,” she disclosed with hesitation. Dante was thrown off by her confession at first but as he made sense of her confession, he couldn't help but feel hurt.Maya explained further with tears streaming down her cheeks, “My dad forced me into the agreement. I never wanted this from the beginning. I am sorry if I’ve hurt you but I..I can’t do this. I love someone else and he would kill himself if I married you,” she implored with him, hopeless. She believed they were not a good match anyway. They were completely opposite like the two poles. His cold demeanor could never go with her bubbly, chirpy nature. He was a workaholic and she wanted to explore the world. Whereas he clearly lacked emotions, she was an emotional fool. She didn't want to marry a statue. A solemn expression took
Four Years LaterMaya was washing the clothes. Her hands had begun to ache but she didn’t have the privilege to stop. She sighed at the sight of a heap of clothes waiting for her attention and resumed her work. The pangs of hunger assaulted her stomach. She hadn’t eaten anything since last night. Marrying Pablo had turned out to be her worst nightmare. Now that she had become mature and the rose-tinted glasses were finally off, she could see what a horrible beast Pablo was. He started showing his color soon after their wedding. He was immensely disappointed to know that Maya had brought nothing from her home. He was just using her for her money. His disappointment slowly grew into hatred and now he didn’t even hesitate from beating her. He didn’t even let her continue her studies claiming it to be an unnecessary expense. The only reason he was keeping her was his greed for her father’s property. As Maya was her parents’ only child, he was planning to claim her right on the property on
“Dante Martinez,” she whispered in disbelief, her eyes as wide as saucers.He had become even more handsome than before. Manlier. The raw energy emanating from him was palpable, reaching her even from a distance with remarkable strength. With his striking appearance, he could easily give even the Gods a run for their money. His straight nose and sharp jawline gave his face a regal air. His bearing bespoke of confidence and class. She gaped at him as he buttoned up his suit, every movement exuding elegance. With an effortless grace, he proceeded towards the building, his imposing figure surrounded by his bodyguards who kept the crowd from invading his space. The reporters threw questions his way but he didn’t bother to even glance at them, let alone answer. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from him until he disappeared inside the building.Would he recognize her? Would he help her?The thought suddenly struck her. She was desperate to get out of the dark pit she was curren
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
Seizing a handful of her hair, he wrenched her to her feet. Despite the excruciating pain, she held herself together, refusing to give him the joy of seeing her in pain. She met his gaze head-on- defiance blazing in her eyes as she spat, "Dante will make you pay for every second of this." The slap struck her like a thunderclap, snapping her head sideways. Dizziness washed over her, she would have hit the floor with a thud if he wasn't clenching her hair in his vice-like grip. He thrust his face closer, eyes dripping with poisonous malice as he gritted out, "You've got a big mouth on you now. Lose it before I make you lose your pathetic life." His spit landed on her as he issued the threat.A cruel smirk spread across his face before he slightly loosened his hold on her hair. "As for your Dante, let me tell you he hates your guts.." he broke the news to her. "No, he doesn't. He loves me," she shot back without missing a beat. She knew he loved her with all his being and no one co
She bolted upright with a loud gasp. Her wide eyes darted frantically, struggling to pierce through the darkness. It was too dark to see anything. The chilly air shrouded her shivering body and the icy touch of the floor beneath her hinted that she was in danger. Her instincts "Where am I?' she whispered both in confusion and dread."You are finally in my clutches," a familiar voice answered. The voice echoed loudly in the quiet space. Just then with a sharp click, a bulb burst to life. The sudden flood of light assailed her vision, forcing her to squint against the glare. Her mouth went dry as she noticed him standing a few feet away. "Paulo," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. His nasty face twisted into a smug smirk, the jagged scar that disfigured his forehead catching the light. She stared at it momentarily, certain it was her doing. He took a predatory stride towards her. His aura exuded menace. "Did you really think you could escape me?
Eviana released a thick cloud of smoke into his face, her gaze dripping with disdain for his lower rank.Paulo coughed but dared not voice his objection."I should just kill you, shouldn't I? You've been more of a liability than an asset," Eviana remarked, her voice laced with boredom. It was evident she didn't even consider him a human. Paulo tensed up. A flicker of dread swept through his features before he lowered his gaze. "I have her in my grasp, ma'am. I assure you, you won't regret your decision," he assured her nervously. "You've been saying the same thing forever," she reminded him, raising a single brow. The man shrank back, her unwavering gaze holding him in place as she leaned forward over the table. "Your bitch is bothering me way too much. Put a leash on her or I'll give you a death your soul will never forget," she threatened, her voice low and menacing. Paulo nodded. Eviana got to her feet and left.Paulo glared furiously at the chair she occupied. His rage boili
"I can't come to work, I am sorry," she told Miguel over the phone, her voice heavy with grief. "Is everything okay?" Miguel asked, concerned. "Yeah, I just....I am not feeling well today," she said, hanging up before her voice could betray her. The woman let herself fall onto the mattress, her limbs refusing to hold her any longer.She is my bad Karma. I wish she hadn't been bornShe is going to be the reason for our deathThese were her dad's words. She overheard him telling them to her mother on the phone. Those biting remarks only cut deeper into her already wounded heart. Now even she couldn't understand why she was still breathing. Why endure so much pain when she can just leave it all behind and die? She should die. She had brought nothing but only pain and shame to those around her. Her father was right, she was indeed a curse who only bring bad luck to those who came near her. It would be better if she just ended herself. Dante. Life had been a merciless bitch, but it ha
Maya's phone buzzed and beeped, dragging her out of her slumber. With an annoyed groan, she rolled over, reaching for warmth that wasn't there. His side of the bed remained smooth and untouched, a silent confirmation that he hadn’t been here last night. She didn't realize when she fell asleep while waiting for him. Sitting up, she coiled her hair in a loose bun and reached for her phone. A crease formed between her brows as her eyes caught the slew of messages flooding her phone. She clicked open one to find a link inside. She opened the link. A wave of numbness washed over her as the video played. It was an intimate video of her. The video was mostly blurred except for her face. Only her face was clear while Dante's was blurred. She stared blankly, her mind struggling to process the unexpected blow. It was the same video they had shot on Dante's phone. The phone slipped from her quivering fingers, landing on her lap. Her chest constricted like a vice, denying her air. She gasped,