Who… who are you?" Leila asked Dante who kept staring at her. She was beginning to feel uncomfortable from the looks. Dante took his seat on the bed bearing her, Leila shifted away from him. "You don't have to be afraid of me. It's not you that I'm after. But with you, I can get what I want" Dante stated, going straight to the point. He felt like Leila was a smart woman and he didn't have to hide anything from her. Leila seemed sensible from the other women he had encountered. Her eyes had fierceness written all over it and it shows him how defiant of a woman she was. Dante remembered his first encounter with Leila. She probably wouldn't remember that they have met before once at a shopping mall. During the time that she was a stripper, she helped recommend him a drink at a shopping mall which he picked. On that day, he met her shopping and he appeared right there to buy drinks. He didn't take any bodyguards with him. Leila saw him having difficulties making a choice and she suggest
Dante's study was no different from other parts of his mansion. It was dimly lit, luxuriously designed with expensive golden statues and furniture. Just like Dominick, he also had a Jacquard couch sitting in the middle of the huge study room. His love for Jacquard couches made Dominick also love to have couches in his house. He had them at every restaurant ng corner in his house. Dominick sat on one of the wooden facing his working desk which had a laptop sitting on it. Mr. Dante had a classic taste in everything he used and owned. Dominick waited for him patiently. About a few minutes later, Dante walked into the study. On seeing the looks on his face— Dominick could tell that he had a successful business and it fell on his advantage. He knew Dante to be someone who would never lose to anyone so he must've gotten what he wanted. Dominick watched Dante as he took his seat behind the desk and faced him. Dante went on the light himself a cigarette and he began smoking. He opened the dr
LEILAI was standing near the window with my hands resting upon the window pane. I was looking outside at the totally new environment that I was in. Because of the stoic look on my face one would mistake me for someone who wasn't bothered by anyone or anything— but deep down, I was very worried. After meeting Dante Castillo earlier, I wondered what he really wanted with me as the man didn't look ordinary. He spoke to me calmly, but that wasn't all. I could sense how fake he was. The man was pretending earlier. I couldn't believe that he was my father. I needed an explanation from Dominick. It had been a month and two weeks since I was unconscious. So many things had happened which I needed to know about. I wanted to be sure that we were really siblings as he said we were and that Dante is our father. I had so many things that I wanted to ask him. Including Ali who shot me at the auction. So many things that I had to ask Dominick about but there was no way for me to get to him. I was w
Leila had a hard time sleeping last night. All she could think of is Dominick. The thoughts of him were embedded in her head, the kiss, his touch. It all made her regret the sibling relationship between them. Leila wished that she could just go back in time and change their fate. She couldn't accept that relationship between them because she loved him. I loved Dominick dearly. It's a hard decision for her to just kill her feelings for him. As Leila finally closed her eyes to catch some sleep, she heard the sound of the door opening, it was very early in the morning around 6 a.m. Leila closed her eyes shut and pretended to be asleep so that she wouldn't face whoever it was that came in. From the aura that filled the room, Leila could tell that the person wasn't Dominick but Dante. Her supposed father. He stayed for a few days before he left the room. Leila could finally breathe when she heard the door close. It seemed like a huge burden had just been lifted from her. She couldn't bear
As he stepped into the dinning room, Leila almost jerked. There was blood on his shirt, she wondered what happened to him— and if he was injured. "Dominick! What happened to you?" She asked him, standing up from her seat and abandoning her food to attend to him. It was only a matter of moments before she realized that it wasn't his blood but someone else's. Leila gave him a dubious stare, she wanted to believe that her assumptions were wrong about him. "D.. did you? Kill Someone?" She stuttered. This wasn't his first time to kill someone but Leila was more frightened this time. She thought he had changed. The look on his face was cold as he brushed her hands off his blue t-shirt which was now stained with blood. The bloodstains had dried on him, but the smell was still pungent and it almost made Leila puke. "Welcome, son," Dante said to Dominick. The man took a spoonful of food and shoved it down his mouth and swallowed without chewing. Despite seeing the blood on his son's clothes,
The maiden left after dropping the first aid box for Leila. She took it and brought out the band-aid and other equipment she needed to cater for Dominick's injuries. Leila carefully dabbed the cotton in a salve and she approached his injury with it. "This is going to sting— but I'll try to be as gentle as I can," she warned him. Leila's hands vibrated as she touched his injury with it. Dominick looked away. He didn't want her to see how he reacted to the pain. "Does it hurt?..." Leila's question came and Dominick instantly responded. "No it doesn't" He answered without turning to look at her. Leila continued treating the wound. There were so many cuts in his hand, she wondered how much pain he must be feeling. "Why did you allow anger to rule you?" She asked in a low tone. Leila blows slowly on his injured fist as she applies more salve. "You said you weren't going to ask any questions," Dominick reminded her. He finally turned and their eyes met, it reminded him of their first meetin
Dominick breathed deeply as he let go of Leila from his grip. She seemed to be relieved that he Wasn't touching her, she was now irritated by him. She hated the fact that he lied to her, Leila wanted him out of her room. At the same time, she wanted him close, she wanted him to explain why he put her in a jeopardized state for so many weeks. "Look, I'm sorry, Lei. I didn't mean for it to happen this way." Dominick apologized. Leila knew that he was being sincere— because she had never seen him so calm."Do you know how I felt when I found out? " Leila questioned him. Dominick seemed to be confused by her question. The last time he checked, she only got angry about it. Leila never really showed how she felt, but right now, she showed a very It was devastating mood. Leila was used to hiding her emotions and she did that quite well previously. She was hard for Dominick to understand, Leila tried to hold back her tears as she narrated how she felt to him.She he moved closer to touch her
Dominick repeated the same motion he carried out earlier, this time, he was more focused on pleasuring her body before taking off her dress. The dress still gave him a hard time—but he tended to tear it off her body. Leila gasped as he did that forcefully. She didn't expect him to undress her in that manner. Leila still trusted him, Dominick definitely knew what he was doing—so she allowed him. Dominick stared at her petite breasts dangling on her chest. It was a sight to behold. They looked so beautiful and he ended up admiring them instead of touching them. By this time, shame clouded Leila. He was finally seeing her naked body and she felt his throbbing dick touch her thighs. "Dominick" she called. "I want you, '' Leila confessed to him. Dominick was teasing her. He knew that her body couldn't take the delay anymore. He finally took one of her breasts and kissed it forcefully before placing his tongue on her nipples and sucked it. "Ahhh'' a soft moan escaped Leila's lips and she gr