Sophia was already getting ready to go see Dante at his house. As she cleared her desk and worked on the last file, she kept asking herself why she was going to his place instead of going straight home to focus on her app, but now she was heading to see Dante. Why? She asked herself. Deep down, she knew the answer. She was excited. The thought of seeing him, being near him, made her stomach flutter. Even now, just thinking about him, her nipples hardened beneath her bra, and a warm ache pulsed between her legs. She tried to ignore it, but it was impossible. The memory of his touch, the way his fingers and mouth had made her lose control, played in her mind like a sweet, sinful dream.With a sigh, she pushed aside her thoughts about going home and climbed into her car. Before she could change her mind, she started the engine and drove straight to Dante’s mansion.When she arrived, she was stunned. Of course, she had been here before, but she had never really taken the time to look aro
Sophia turned to head towards the car, ready to go to dinner, but she had barely taken a few steps when Dante’s deep voice stopped her.“I won’t let you go to dinner with me in your work outfit, sweetheart,” he said, his tone firm yet teasing. “I have something better for you.”She turned to him, surprised. “You do?”Dante smirked. “Of course. I’ve had an outfit picked out just for you.”Sophia's heart melted. The realization that no one has ever done such for her, moved her to tears. To Ryan and to every other person, she had the fortune to acquire whatever she desire. She had always bought her own clothes, chosen her own style, and never relied on anyone for something as simple as an outfit to go on a date. But now, Dante had taken the time to choose something special for her. The thought of it made her inside feel warm., like she was truly important to him.Dante stepped closer, his fingers brushing lightly over her arm. “Come with me,” he said.She followed him through the grand h
Dante’s black Rolls-Royce Phantom pulled up in front of an elegant restaurant. The building was tall, modern, and luxurious, with golden lights casting a warm glow against the night sky. A valet immediately rushed to open Sophia’s door, but before he could, Dante had already stepped out and opened it himself, extending his hand to her.She placed her hand in his, and as soon as their fingers touched, a spark ran through her body. He helped her out of the car smoothly, his grip firm yet gentle. Without a word, he led her inside.The restaurant’s entrance was grand, with marble floors and crystal chandeliers hanging from the high ceilings. The air smelled of fresh roses and expensive perfume. But instead of stopping in the main dining area, Dante guided her toward a private elevator at the far end of the hall.“Where are we going?” she asked, looking up at him.Dante smirked. “You’ll see.”The elevator doors slid open, and he placed his hand on the small of her back, leading her inside.
Dante could no longer hold back. He had spent the entire week thinking about her, craving her, feeling her absence like an ache deep in his chest. And now, with her sitting so close, her soft scent wrapping around him, her lips slightly parted, inviting him in—he lost the last shred of restraint he had.With a low growl, he reached for her, his large hands cradling her face as he crushed his lips against hers.The kiss was wild, raw, and desperate. His lips moved roughly against hers, devouring her like a man starved. His tongue slipped into her mouth, claiming her completely. He tasted her, explored every inch, deepening the kiss with every passing second.Sophia melted into him, moaning softly into his mouth, her body trembling from the overwhelming sensation. Her fingers tangled in his thick hair, pulling him closer, as if she wanted to become a part of him. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, his strength surrounding her, making her feel small and fragile in his grasp
His hands roamed her body, pulling her closer, as if he could mold her into him. The warmth of her skin beneath his fingertips sent a wildfire through his veins.He wanted more.He needed more.Just as he was about to strip her dress away completely, Sophia surprised him.Without a word, she slipped down onto her knees before him, her eyes locked on his. The intensity in her gaze made his breath hitch. There was something different about her now—something bolder, more confident. She looked up at him with a sultry expression, her lips slightly parted, her dark eyes filled with desire.Dante’s entire body tensed as she reached for his belt, unfastening it with skilled fingers. His breath grew heavier, his pulse quickening. He had never seen her like this before. The shy, hesitant woman from before was gone, replaced by someone who knew exactly what she wanted.And what she wanted was him.She slowly pulled down his zipper, her fingers grazing over his hard, throbbing cock through the fa
Dante frowned, his dark eyes searching her face as he asked, “Why the sudden change of mind?”Sophia didn’t answer. She lowered her gaze, her fingers clutching the fabric of her dress as she fought the embarrassment creeping up her spine. How could she explain what she was feeling? How could she tell him that the moment she came back to her senses, she felt like she wanted the ground to open up and swallow her whole?If only he knew how badly I want to disappear right now, she thought.Dante sighed, his voice softer this time. “Sophia, we just had a good moment. Why do you want to leave all of a sudden?”She still didn’t answer. She just turned her face away, refusing to meet his eyes. She wasn’t angry, she wasn’t upset—she was just overwhelmed. Instead of explaining, she whispered the same words again, “I’m going home.”Dante studied her for a moment, his jaw tightening. He wasn’t used to being ignored, and he hated not knowing what was going on in her mind. But he could see she was
Sophia sat comfortably in her study, sipping her morning coffee, her bare legs stretched out under the desk. She wore a pair of soft cotton shorts and a loose tank top, something light and cozy for a lazy weekend. Weekends were her time to relax, and today, she had planned to spend the whole day working on finalizing her app. It was the perfect distraction—the only thing that could keep her mind from wandering back to the previous night.But no matter how hard she tried to focus, Dante still found his way into her thoughts.She clenched her jaw, gripping her coffee mug tightly. Why am I still thinking about him? she scolded herself. She had spent the whole night tossing and turning, replaying everything that had happened between them. And now, even when she was trying to work, he still haunted her mind.She took a deep breath and tried to push the thoughts away, directing all her attention to her laptop screen.She had finally managed to concentrate—at least a little—when something su
The moment Sophia looked at Dante, every trace of embarrassment from the previous day vanished. Just seeing him had an instant calming effect on her, like a wave of warmth washing over her tense body.It suddenly hit her—every time she was on the verge of breaking, Dante had always shown up, right on time, without fail. Like fate kept placing him right where she needed him.Was this a sign?Were they supposed to be together?The thought sent her mind spiraling, making her heart race in a way she wasn’t sure she was ready to understand.She got lost in her thoughts, replaying every moment they had shared since the day they met. The stolen glances, the heated tension, the way his touch set her body on fire, the way he made her feel things she had never felt before.And then, last night.A fresh wave of heat rushed to her cheeks as she remembered how she had shamelessly fallen to her knees for him, how she had touched him, how she had taken him in her mouth like a woman starved. The way
Sophia stepped into her apartment, locking the door behind her with trembling hands. The moment she was inside, she let out a shaky breath, her body sagging against the door.She just wanted to be alone.Away from the world.Away from the cruel eyes watching her every move.Away from the endless whispers and accusations that clung to her like shadows.Her chest rose and fell as she tried to steady herself, but the lump in her throat refused to go away.Slowly, she made her way to the bathroom.Lately, it had become her only place of relieve. The one place where she could let herself break without fear.She turned on the shower, watching as the water streamed down like a thin curtain.Steam rose, filling the small space with warmth, but it did nothing to soothe the coldness in her heart.Without hesitation, she stepped in, letting the water pour down her body.At first, the sensation was comforting—the heat wrapping around her, offering her a false sense of security.But then, as the
Sophia was on her way to work, gripping the steering wheel a little too tightly as she tried to focus on the road ahead. But no matter how hard she tried, her mind kept drifting back to everything she had fought so hard to bury. Maybe it was because Dante used to drop her off some mornings. She had gotten used to stepping outside and seeing him waiting for her, leaning casually against his car with that soft look in his eyes, as if she was the only thing that mattered. If she wasn’t with him, he would still be there sometimes, parked outside her apartment, his gaze full of warmth and patience.He used to pick her up too, like it was the most natural thing in the world. No matter how busy he was, no matter how many important things demanded his attention, he always made time for her. It had become a part of her life, a quiet but steady comfort.But now, there was only silence.The seat beside her was empty. The space that once held his presence, his quiet strength, now felt cold and u
CHAPTER 97Five days had passed. Five long, agonizing days since he had last seen her, touched her, or heard her voice.Dante sat on the balcony of one of his many mansions, his body still but his mind in chaos. The cool night air brushed against his skin, but it did nothing to calm him. He held a glass of wine in one hand, slowly swirling the dark liquid, watching how the deep red color glistened under the soft glow of the moonlight.His thoughts were consumed by her—Sophia.He could still see her standing there, right where he was now. The memory of her was so vivid, it was as if she had just been there moments ago. He could almost hear the soft sound of her laughter, feel the warmth of her body against his when he had come up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her close.He closed his eyes, letting the memory wash over him.That night had been one of the rare moments when he had allowed himself to be vulnerable. They had stood here, gazing at the night sky, los
Sophia stepped into her apartment, her entire body feeling weak, as if all the strength had drained out of her. The moment the door shut behind her, a heavy silence filled the space, wrapping around her like an invisible weight. Her chest felt tight, her throat burned— before she could stop herself, a sob broke free.She staggered to the couch, her legs barely holding her up. As soon as she reached it, she collapsed onto the cushions, burying her face in her hands. The tears came in uncontrollable waves, her shoulders shaking violently as she cried.It wasn’t just fear. It wasn’t just exhaustion. It was everything.The betrayal. The heartbreak. The helplessness.Her mind replayed every terrifying moment—Luca’s cruel smirk, his hands yanking her hair, the cold barrel of his gun pressed against her skin. She could still hear his voice whispering threats in her ear, still feel the suffocating fear that had gripped her when she thought she wouldn’t make it out alive.And then there was Da
Dante drove straight to his mansion, his grip on the steering wheel so tight that his knuckles turned white. His jaw was clenched, his mind clouded with rage and frustration. The moment he pulled into the driveway, he didn’t waste a second. He stormed out of the car, slamming the door behind him, and headed straight for the dungeon.As he descended the cold, dark staircase, his boots echoed menacingly against the stone floor. The scent of blood and sweat filled the air, thick and suffocating. He got the dungeon and he saw that Martin had already carried out his orders. The five men he had assigned to protect Sophia were tied together against a metal pole, their heads hanging low, their bodies bruised and bloodied from the initial beating.But it wasn’t enough.Dante’s eyes darkened as he rolled up his sleeves, his muscles flexing with barely restrained fury. Without hesitation, he strode toward them, his breath heavy, his entire being vibrating with anger.“You useless pieces of shit,
Sophia felt a small wave of relief rush through her as she saw Dante standing there, powerful and untouchable. She felt like she could breathe again.Luca could no longer hurt her.Dante wouldn’t let him.But even with that relief, a sharp pain still stabbed at her chest. Her mind was clouded with the cruel words she had overheard earlier—the words Dante had spoken.“Do whatever you want to do. I don’t care about her.”That sentence echoed in her head like a curse.Was that how he really felt?Had everything between them been a lie?She recalled how he used to say she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, how he undressed her with such tenderness, whispering sweet words against her skin. Every touch, every promise—were they all lies?Her heart ached with confusion, with betrayal.But there was no time to dwell on it now.Dante took slow, calculated steps toward her, his presence dominating the room. Before reaching her, he turned his head and gave Luca one final look.That lo
“Oh, you’re threatening me?” Luca let out a dark, amused laugh. His eyes gleamed with twisted excitement as he pushed himself up from his chair. He began pacing back and forth like a caged predator, his voice rising with each word.“So you think you can scare me?” he sneered. “Your threats are empty, Dante. Completely useless. You’ll never find me. You’ll never see your woman again. And you already know you don’t want to mess with me.” His lips curled into a wicked grin as he taunted Dante. “Little thing,” he added mockingly, shaking his head as if Dante was nothing but a joke to him.Dante, however, remained eerily calm. His grip on the phone tightened slightly, but his voice stayed steady, cold, and lethal.“They’re not threats, Luca,” he said, his tone dangerously low. “It’s an order.”Luca stopped pacing, his smirk faltering for just a second.“Try me,” Dante continued, his voice dripping with authority. “Lay another finger on her, and you will see exactly what happens.”There was
Luca’s voice dripped with mockery as he spoke. “I have your princess, no! sister-in-law right here with me.” He let out a low chuckle. “She really is beautiful. No wonder you’ve been hiding her from us. No wonder you refuse to do what must be done.”He paused, savoring the moment before continuing, his tone laced with venom. “The great Dante Gilmatro, the man who waited years—decades—to bring down Miguel De Luca, is now hesitating. You spent your whole life plotting revenge against the man who murdered our father, and yet, now that he’s right under your nose, you do nothing. Because of a woman, you’ve abandoned everything.”Luca sneered, watching Sophia’s reaction from the corner of his eye. “Tell me, brother, do you think she’ll still love you when she finds out the truth? That the man she adores, the man she trusts, is plotting to eliminate her father.He let his words hang in the air before delivering the final blow. “And we both know the truth, don’t we? If you really wanted Migue
Sophia’s mind felt like it was trapped in a thick, suffocating fog. A dull pounding echoed inside her skull, each throb reminding her that something was terribly wrong. Her limbs felt heavy, her body sluggish as if she had been pulled from the depths of unconsciousness too soon. She tried to move, but her muscles screamed in protest.The air around her smelled damp, mixed with something metallic—blood, perhaps? The coldness of the surface beneath her seeped into her skin, making her shiver. As her senses slowly returned, so did the memories. The road. The car. The sudden opening of the door. The rag pressed against her nose. And then—darkness.Her eyelids fluttered weakly before they finally opened.The first thing she saw were piercing eyes watching her.A man sat in front of her, his gaze fixed on her like a predator who had been patiently waiting for his prey to wake. His face was unfamiliar—sharp features, a menacing smirk curving his lips. The dim, flickering light above barely i