Dante looked around the kitchen and everything was a mess. Before Madonna hid back, he noticed every part of her body is covered with flour. Dante looked at Nana and made a hand gesture for her to come and she did. Dante treats her like a mother so he would never punish her but that doesn't mean he wouldn't be mad at her for allowing such animal behavior. Nana approached and Diego felt the urge to cling to Nana and asked her to save him. "Nana, it's late, you should go to your room." Dante said as he wipe off the floor on Nana's face. "But...." "But, you should retire." Dante is never the type to yell, but his strong emotions are always laced in his words. "Alright, goodnight son." Nana looked at the servant one last time and said a silent prayer for them in her heart. "No, Nana please don't leave." The one that threw the floor at Dante begged Nana in his heart. His name is Mateo and he is the youngest of them all and the one that fears Dante most. Slowly Dante started walking for
In less than five minutes, the five thugs were on the floor grunting in pain. When Dante gave them the option of making him bleed, they were happy because they believe that there was no way five of them couldn't achieve that. But they have just realized how mistaken they have been. "Brothers, I have done your work." Dante turned to his brothers and they both shuddered. Dante still has blood splattered on his face and his fist bloodied. "Thanks." Marcus couldn't help but say thanks and his brother did the same. Dante looked at the faces of the board members and they held nothing but fear. He smiled as he has achieved what he truly wanted. There is a certain type of loyalty needed in their line of business, and such loyalty does not come from love but from fear. "Lorenzo, you would be our representative." A bald man that seems to be in his middle forties wearing a black suit bowed. "I won't disappoint you, boss." "You better not, that's it for today." Dante dismissed them and some
Sorry guys, because of some technical malfunctions, the chapters wasn't updated in orderly fashion.You should first read *Battle Of Flour**Seductively Innocent**Art Of Seduction**Cartoon To Reality*This is the orderly fashion. Sorry about that. I hope you would be able to understand the story after the little malfunctions. I have been trying to fix it but I have to contact my editor first and that would take a long time, so I decided to explain it here. Thanks for understanding and remember to drop your comments. Also what do you guys think about their teenage days. Something must have happened in the past during their school days.Then which character is your favourite for now. As for me I love Madonna, the way Dante described her to be Seductively Innocent, I think that's the fantasy of many men
Dante carried his wife back to the room and Madonna was wishing it would be a normal occurrence."I wouldn't complain if this becomes a habit." Madonna chipped in."What?""Carrying me upstairs in bridal style." "As long you don't get fat." Madonna gasped and feigned being hurt. "I would never get fat.""With the way you eat, I think you will." Dante went inside and laid her on the bed."I do my exercise, besides my job wouldn't let me get fat.""Your job?""Teaching. You would let me continue teaching right?" Madonna asked but Dante didn't answer. He never thought about that and after hearing, Madonna asked about it, he knew he wouldn't allow her work. He kept mute because he knew Madonna would be saddened by the answer he would give and he didn't want her sad."Let me freshen up and we would go down to watch anime.""Anime?" Madonna decided to drop the discussion since she didn't want to be annoying tonight."Yes, it's an art form. Some say it's a type of Cartoon but I like to thi
Dante left the mansion to meet up with Sophia. She sounded serious and he felt he owed her because of the experience he made her go through. He went to meet her in the apartment he got for her when they were dating, and he never took it back even after their break up."I saw the news, you are the latest couple in town." Sophia spoke as she drank the red wine from the bottle. It was something Dante had never seen her do."Sophia, are you alright?" The house was dark, it was night time but it wasn't enough reason for her to cut off the electricity."Alright? I am far from alright. I watched how saw how happy you are together. When you were with me, you have never been this happy." Sophia was sounding like a woman that gave her all to love a man but got nothing in return. "Why did you call?""I want my position back.""Which position?""Beside you." If Dante was someone that laughs easily, he would have laughed at Sophia's request."I am married, Sophia." "Well, you can still keep a mi
Dante was the first to wake up in the house that day and that was not a first but it was the first time for him to enter the kitchen this early. He didn't even know where to start, but he already made up his mind about what to cook."First, I should make her breakfast. A sandwich would be best." Dante clapped his hand and started looking for the frying pan. Luckily for him after searching for half an hour, he was able to gather everything he needed."Time to surprise her." After watching a lot of tutorials about what to cook, Dante thought it was easy to do, so he had a lot of confidence. If only success could be achieved by our level of confidence, a lot of us would have been rich men.Dante woke up as early as 3 am but it was 5.30 am he is yet to achieve what he wanted. After burning several eggs and nearly burning down the kitchen twice, he finally accepted that he learned nothing."Sir?" Leo called as he saw Dante standing in front of the cooker looking dejected. The kitchen is a
The words of Madonna effortlessly flowed into Dante's heart and it sounded like a melody. Anthony has been telling Dante to let Madonna go as they planned, but Dante couldn't. "What else would be making you fall?" He asked as he kissed her ears."When you touch me like this." Madonna let out a moan. Madonna couldn't tell if she was the one that laid back or Dante was the one that pushed her back, all she knew was her back was touching the bed. Dante has been with many women but never has he felt the urge to satisfy a lady as much as he feels now. Dante masterfully removed her nightgown and cupped her left breast with his right hand. It was a handful, not too big or too small, just the perfect size. Dante felt the hardness of her nipple against his palm so he lowered his head to give the needed attention. Madonna was losing herself in the wave of pleasure and it was impossible to keep her eyes open. Dante knead her breast and Madonna had to grab onto the sheets because she felt dizzy
"How do you mean?" Madonna felt a chill and suddenly the warmness she is feeling in her heart, felt familiar. Madonna would always have this fuzzy feeling whenever she was thinking about the young mask boy that saved her. The fuzzy feelings stopped when she got older so she forgot what it felt like. It started recently but it wasn't because of the boy, it was because of the handsome man in front of her."You know," Dante swallowed hard and felt like he was constipated. "You are a beautiful lady, I wouldn't see a reason why a boy wouldn't fantasize about you." "You're right, I was always a beauty." Madonna flicked her hair as she accepted Dante's statement."I bet he would be somewhere always watching you whenever you visit, but too shy to come out." Dante felt like patting himself on the back for successfully evading a disaster."I must admit, I always had the same thought.""Wait, you are here telling me about your first love with a smile. I am certainly jealous, he is lucky I haven
Madonna's heart pounded in her chest as the words she had just spoken hung in the air. She hadn’t meant to say them, but now that they were out, she couldn’t take them back. And the truth was, deep down, she didn’t want to. Seeing Dante’s intense gaze locked on hers only heightened the feeling that she needed to salvage the situation, but her mind swirled in a storm of emotions.“I know… I know you didn’t want to hear that,” she whispered, her voice trembling with vulnerability. “Our marriage, it—it started off on the wrong foot. And I know you might think this is just some form of Stockholm syndrome, or that I’m playing a game. But it’s not. I promise it’s not. I’m not asking for you to say anything back, or to feel obligated to reciprocate. I just needed you to know how I feel... and admitting it, it makes me happy.”Her breath hitched as Dante’s gaze didn’t waver, his eyes penetrating deeper than ever before. The silence stretched between them, but it wasn’t empty. It was full—full
While the world around him slept, Dante lay wide awake, his mind consumed by one thing—how deeply he had wronged Madonna. He wasn’t heartless. He knew the weight of his actions, and guilt gnawed at him. Any other woman would have erupted in fury by now, but Madonna’s quiet endurance only amplified his shame.“What’s keeping you up?” Nana’s voice broke the silence as she descended the stairs, finding Dante brooding on the sofa.“Nothing, Nana. Why are you awake?” he asked, trying to mask his troubled thoughts. Nana, however, was one of the few who knew how to see past his hard exterior.“When you reach my age, sleep becomes a luxury,” she sighed, a touch of bitterness clouding her face.“You’re not that old, Nana,” Dante scoffed softly, a rare tenderness in his voice.“For all our sakes, I hope you’re right.” Nana chuckled softly as she settled into her chair, her sharp eyes studying him. She had known Dante long enough to feel the turmoil brewing in him, even when he wouldn’t voice it
Dante followed his wife obediently as they entered their room. The silence between them was so thick that it made breathing difficult for him. If his enemies and allies saw him now, they wouldn’t believe their eyes.“Are you hungry?” Madonna finally spoke, but she still didn’t look him in the face, which unnerved him even more.“No.” How could he be hungry in such a situation?“You should go and bathe. I’ll make you something to eat,” she said, seemingly ignoring his response or simply not caring.“I said I’m not hungry,” he repeated louder, frustrated. This time, Madonna raised her head to look at him. Dante sat at the edge of the bed, while Madonna stood closer to the door.“You shouldn’t cultivate the habit of not eating when you come home. I won’t allow that,” she said firmly. Though anger laced her voice, the care in her eyes was heartwarming.“I could settle for fettuccine al pomodoro,” Dante relented, knowing it was late but certain Madonna would ask the maids to prepare it.“Al
Dante drove to Anthony’s apartment since he couldn’t spend the night at the mansion. He parked and waited outside, knowing Anthony had to drop Nana off before coming home. Dante didn't call to rush him; instead, he decided to help himself to some whiskey while waiting. He had a lot on his mind.“What’s keeping this fool?” Dante checked his watch. It was already past 10 p.m. “I should be in the arms of my woman, not here waiting for him,” he muttered, scoffing as he thought about how much he'd resisted the temptation of being intimate with Madonna.“If only she knew what she had,” he smiled softly, reflecting on how innocently unaware Madonna was of her beauty.Lost in thoughts of her, Dante finally heard the sound of Anthony’s car pulling up, and he let out a sigh of relief, downing the remaining whiskey in his glass.“Tonight will be like no other,” Anthony’s voice rang out as he entered the hallway. Dante couldn’t help but smirk.“I look forward to it,” a sweet female voice responded
"He did?" Madonna never thought that Dante was involved in the school war."Yes, he conquered every school and made an ironclad rule that is still in use till today.""Isn't that a good thing? He stopped the fights. I can remember how my friends would always complain about their fear of coming to school, it was a sad period. After the fight stopped, students became happy and school became fun again.""I suppose you can say that, but do you imagine what he had to do in order to end the war.""What happened? Please, tell me everything." Francesco felt that what he was saying is beginning to get to Madonna so he decided to tell her everything, starting from the beginning."I was always bullied in school, I wasn't even strong enough to protect my sister, Kenny. Because she was beautiful, our school strongest forcefully took her as his girlfriend. Our students were constantly fighting against themselves, or other schools. The fights sometimes get bloody but no one ever died. One day, Dante
Madonna wasn't the one holding Williams, but she felt like she did something wrong. She removed her hand from Williams's hold and clasped her hands together before answering Dante's question."Williams was just inviting me to our school get-together.""What did you say?" Dante had come here to break things off with her, but seeing her with another man, made him forget what he came to do."I wouldn't be able to come," Madonna answered with a pinch of sadness. It didn't escape Dante's notice and it made his heart soften. He felt guilty that he hasn't been giving the poor girl the freedom and love she deserved."Why wouldn't be able to do that?" Dante climbed up the stairs to meet with the beautiful lady."Because you..." She didn't want Williams to hear what she was about to say. Dante knew what she wanted to say."I think it would be good to go see your old schoolmate.""Really?" Madonna was happy about that."Sure, they should see how beautiful you still are." Dante smiled."I would c
"Father, forgive me for I have sinned. It has been.... I don't know, three months since my last confession." Madonna spoke near the hole for the priest to hear. Nana was the first to say her confessions. The priest saw them earlier when they entered the church and he remembered Madonna instantly. A priest would never reveal what has been confessed to them in the confessional box, but they most remember. The priest remembered how many boys would come to confess how they had immoral thoughts about Madonna, and girls would confess their jealousy towards her. Madonna was the reason for many of her friends' sins without knowing, but for her she was unblemished. The priest would often smile whenever he hears her confession and he would feel bad for the ones that hated the innocent girl. After Madonna's first statement she kept quiet since she had no idea how to start or where to start "Speak my child, the lord is listening.""I don't know where to start, I am married." She decided to start
"How do you mean?" Madonna felt a chill and suddenly the warmness she is feeling in her heart, felt familiar. Madonna would always have this fuzzy feeling whenever she was thinking about the young mask boy that saved her. The fuzzy feelings stopped when she got older so she forgot what it felt like. It started recently but it wasn't because of the boy, it was because of the handsome man in front of her."You know," Dante swallowed hard and felt like he was constipated. "You are a beautiful lady, I wouldn't see a reason why a boy wouldn't fantasize about you." "You're right, I was always a beauty." Madonna flicked her hair as she accepted Dante's statement."I bet he would be somewhere always watching you whenever you visit, but too shy to come out." Dante felt like patting himself on the back for successfully evading a disaster."I must admit, I always had the same thought.""Wait, you are here telling me about your first love with a smile. I am certainly jealous, he is lucky I haven
The words of Madonna effortlessly flowed into Dante's heart and it sounded like a melody. Anthony has been telling Dante to let Madonna go as they planned, but Dante couldn't. "What else would be making you fall?" He asked as he kissed her ears."When you touch me like this." Madonna let out a moan. Madonna couldn't tell if she was the one that laid back or Dante was the one that pushed her back, all she knew was her back was touching the bed. Dante has been with many women but never has he felt the urge to satisfy a lady as much as he feels now. Dante masterfully removed her nightgown and cupped her left breast with his right hand. It was a handful, not too big or too small, just the perfect size. Dante felt the hardness of her nipple against his palm so he lowered his head to give the needed attention. Madonna was losing herself in the wave of pleasure and it was impossible to keep her eyes open. Dante knead her breast and Madonna had to grab onto the sheets because she felt dizzy