Dante looked at Mireille who was fast asleep. He had ensured she had more than enough to eat before letting her go to sleep. She wasn't just one being anymore so she had to eat more, according to his logic. He did not mind that she was still at the very earliest stage of the pregnancy. The fact was that he wanted to take care of his child as much as he could. He wanted to be far from being the type of father his own father was and he wanted to start now. The fear of being a bad father drove him. Mireille stirred in her sleep and Dante bent over, tucking her in properly once more before walking away from the bed. He sat on the chair behind the desk and placed his thumb on the handle of the drawer. A clicking noise came and the drawer opened. He pulled open the drawer and picked up the picture that laid in the drawer. It was a picture of his father, his mother and young him.Dante looked closely at the old picture and he could see the bruises on her hands which she had tried to cov
Ditto pushed open the door of Belinda's room and Belinda let out a scream. "Why the scream?" Ditto asked, his brows pulling closely. Belinda was standing half naked in the middle of the room. Dressed in nothing more than bra and panties and Ditto was acting like he hadn't just walked in on her half naked. "Can you look away for fuck's sake?!" Belinda screamed at him and Ditto rolled his eyes before looking away and facing the wall. "Pervert!" He heard Belinda mutter. "Hey, I have better taste in women, okay? Even if you stood in front of me entirely naked, I would not be moved one bit. Jonas's tastes sucks just like his life sucks." Ditto said while Belinda hurriedly dressed up, hoping that he would not look back while she was at it. "There is no taste better than I am, Ditto. I am perfect, I believe so." Belinda said, pulling at the hem of the dress she had just slipped on. Ditto huffed lowly. "Perfect?" He turned to face her, meeting her fully dressed now. "You are far from
Dante stepped into the restaurant and looked around the place. He walked further into the restaurant, his eyes set on the table at the farthest end of the restaurant. James was seated at the table, an annoyed look on his face. Dante had just finished up a few things at office and had called James over to talk to him. Luckily, James was willing to talk about things and they had chosen to meet up at a restaurant close to Dante's company. "Hey man." Dante greeted as he pulled a chair for himself and sat down. James, of course gave no response to Dante's greetings. "Why did you ask me to come here? What do you have to say to me after betraying me?" James asked and Dante chewed on the insides of his mouth. "Should I start with an apology?" Dante asked."I thought the great Dante Romano is too big to apologize." James huffed. "I will apologize but only to a selected few.""Wow. I should definitely feel honoured to be part of the selected few." James replied sarcastically. "Look, Jam
Dante got back into the backseat of his car and glanced at his wristwatch. It was just 1pm in the afternoon but he was missing Mireille badly already and he knew she would be missing him too. "Home." he said to the driver and the drive home started. Not being able to hold himself back, Dante texted Mireille. 'Hey, Princess.'Only about a minute passed before he got a response from her. 'Hello, on your way back?' she asked in her response and Dante could not help but chuckle at how eager she seemed to be to meet up with him again. 'Yes and do you know what I want you to do?' Dante texted back. 'Hmm, I have no idea. What do you want me to do? I am guessing it's something naughty.' she texted back. 'You are right. You are going to do what I ask of you, aren't you?' Dante texted. "I am going to do everything and anything." she texted back her willingness and Dante groaned lightly. 'Good girl. Now, I want you to get up and undress. Text me back when you are done.'It took about tw
Mireille fell back to her knees, breathing heavily and clearly wanting more. His cock was still hard too and with the way Dante stared at her, Mireille knew he also still wanted more. "Please fuck me." Mireille whispered to him. "No, Princess." Dante replied, picking her up from the floor. "I won't be fucking your pussy or your asshole. You won't get fucked like you want to. That is the real punishment for you." he kissed her lips, thrusting his tongue into the mouth that had entertained his cock just now. Mireille kissed him back hard, trying to lure him into fucking her but Dante broke the kiss with a knowing smirk. "Go take your bath, Princess. We have somewhere to be." he said to her. "Ugh? Where? You are still hard." Mireille pointed at his cock. "I will deal with this. You go and take your bath.""Can we bath together then?" Mireille asked and Dante let out a low, deep chuckle. "So you can seduce me into fucking you? No. You take your bath alone and I will take mine alon
"An orphanage?" Mireille was surprised as she stepped out of the car. "Yes." Dante shut the car door and took her hand in his. Even though Dante had never planned to be a father in this lifetime, he wished he could be help other kids have a better childhood than he had. Mireille followed after Dante as they walked both walked on to somewhere she had no idea would be. Dante glanced at his wrist watch and squinted his eyes. "They will be at the playground at the moment." he said and made a sudden turn. Mireille followed him until they got to a playground where kids were playing and having fun. There was at least forty kids running around and having fun in the orphanage. "It's Dante!" A boy around the age of 12 screamed excitedly and all the other kids turned towards them. "Dante!" The kids all squealed excitedly and ran towards Dante and Mireille. The boy who had noticed Dante first, along with about four other kids, jumped onto Dante, pushing him down to the grassy floor. Mire
"The kids are so funny and adorable." Mireille smiled as they walked down a hallway after Dante had seen the manager of the orphanage home. "I know, right? Flynn is very used to me so he is pretty free around me. He was the first kid in this home." Dante replied. "Really? What prompted you to build an orphanage home, though? I had no idea you could." Mireille said. "You had no idea that a monster like person such as me could...""That is not what I meant." Mireille cut him off with a deep frown on her face. Dante chuckled. "Just joking.""Well, I would not say that was funny." she replied with a huff. "I was just joking. Four years ago, I met Flynn in front of my estate, tattered, hungry and dying. He reminded me of myself." Dante started. "Of yourself? What do you mean by that? You were born into a rich family, weren't you? How could you have been tattered, hungry and dying?" Mireille asked and Dante only gave her a small smile. "Not everything is the way it seems." he said t
Later that nightDante walked into the dark room. It was an underground apartment in the mansion.Although he hated having to do his dirty works at his home, they were times when he had no choice but to do it at home and those were the times when the dark room came in handy. Unlike it's name, the dark room wasn't dark. It was well lit and painted white. There wasn't even a bit of any other color in the room. It was nothing but a long, white and empty room. Dump someone in there for a couple of days and that someone would be hallucinating in no time. "Here you go, boss." Ditto dropped the chair he had been carrying along. Dante sat on the chair, loving the sight in front of him. In front of him on the wall, Ditto had been tied. His hands tied in the opposite direction while his legs were bound together."You chose the wrong person to be with, yunno." Dante started. "I did not!" Jonas spat hatefully. "My boss won't let this slide! Kidnapping his right hand man after killing twent
Dante pushed open the door, his lips on Mireille's lips, kissing her hard as they both found their way into the room. The room had been specially decorated for that night. There were rose petals on the bed and roses and candles beautified the room. But clearly the couple had no time to admire the beauty of the room, there were too lost in the beauty of each other. Dante's hands groped Mireille's ass and he groaned as the excess fabric of the wedding dress prevented him from being able to properly fill her ass. Dante swiftly turned Mireille and pulled her back to him, making her ass press into his crotch. He dipped his head down and kissed her neck, licking on her skin before sucking it into his mouth. "Ohh, yeah." Mireille moaned, her right hand moving back to reach for Dante's crotch. "Oh god, Princess." Dante groaned as her hand touched the bulge in his black trousers. "I told you I will be tearing this dress off, didn't I?" He whispered into her ear. "Did... Did you really m
"Dante?" Mireille called, walking into the room with a tired look on her face. "Dante." she called again but there was still no response so she guessed he wasn't in the room. She noticed that Dante's laptop was open and out of pure curiosity, she looked into the screen and what she saw made her heart race and her cheeks redden. Dante had searched sex styles appropriate for pregnant women in the second trimester. Just then, the door opened and Dante waltzed in. "Why are you looking, Princess?" Dante asked as he hurried over to the laptop and slammed it shut. Mireille threw her head back and laughed. "Really? Appropriate sex styles?" She giggled. "What? You don't think there should be appropriate sex styles?" Dante asked, moving closer to her. Her giggles stopped as her cheeks flushed a brighter pink. Mireille stepped back, away from him until she had her back against the wall. Dante leaned in close. "You are pregnant, Princess and our baby is growing every day. I don't want to
Three weeks laterJames was in his living room, working on his laptop even though it was hard for him to focus. It had been hard for him to work clearly knowing that he was not on good terms with his sister but he had held onto the belief that Mireille would change her mind and leave Dante. Holding that belief strongly, James had waited for three weeks. He had only worked for about thirty minutes when he heard a car parking in front of the main building. He got up on his feet. He wasn't expecting anyone to come visiting today. His mind immediately went to Mireille and he quickly headed towards the door. He had almost gotten to the door when the door opened and Mireille walked in. Her baby bump was getting bigger and seeing her face, James knew he missed his sister. He however held back so as to know why Mireille had come to see him. "Hello James." she greeted. "Mireille." James called her name. "Can I come in?" Mireille asked."Of... Of course." James replied and Mireille walk
James paced his room angrily, filled with rage."I have tried! I have tried hard to protect your daughter, mum! But she is unwilling to be protected!" He raged. "Now that Dante knows that she is still pregnant with his child, he will never let go of her and Mireille doesn't even want to leave him too! And trying to take Mireille away forcefully just won't work cause Dante is much more powerful and he would find her in no time if he wanted to!"James yelled and punched at his wall. All of his efforts had been in vain. The two had been away for three months but had reunited like they had only been away for few days or a week. "Should I really just respect Mireille's decision?" He groaned and punched at the wall again. Maybe he indeed should do that but he felt it would be him leaving her to sink deeper in danger. But what else could he do other than watch that happen?"Maybe... Just maybe if I stay away from Mireille long enough, she would know that I am being serious and she would c
"Did he leave already?" Mireille asked as Dante walked into the room, shutting the door behind him. "Yes, he left angrily but I am sure he would come around soon." Dante replied with a slight shrug. "I don't know what's wrong with James. He never wants me to make my own decisions! His way of protecting me is just too rigid! Way too rigid!"Dante could sense the hurt in her tone. He walked over to where she was by the window and pulled her into a hug. "It's going to be fine, Princess. He will come around and he will learn to accept and respect your decisions." Dante said comfortingly. "I....I really hope so." Mireille sniffed. Even though she had acted like she did not care if he gave his blessings or not, she still wanted James to accept the fact that she and Dante were together and would never leave each other again after all James was her only family. "He will. He is just mad at the moment but he will come to his senses soon." Dante patted her back. The both of them remained,
The next weekJames groaned sleepily as his phone rang repeatedly. He had worked hard the previous day and wanted to rest throughout the day. It was noon already but he was still in bed and didn't want his rest to be disturbed at all. "If this isn't important, I swear I am going to kill this guy!" He sat up and grabbed his phone. He had missed the call already but almost immediately, the call came back in. James picked the call and took the phone to his ear, his other hand pulling his hair back. "Yes? What's the issue?""Boss, your sister and Mr. Romano just arrived in the country together."James eyes widened instantly and his fatigue left him immediately. "What did you just say?""They are both in the country sir and they are headed to Mr. Romano's home. I just thought you might want to know about it since you asked me to inform you if Miss. Mireille ever returns to the country.""Fuck! Alright." James ended the call and got out of the bed swiftly. "I wasn't so close to Dante
Mireille pursed her lips. She had been thinking about that already. She was going to give up the life she had started here to go back home but then, she never did belong here. She was only here because James brought her here but now that she was back with Dante, there was no reason for her to stay back, right?"I...""The shopping mall is in progress already." Dante cut her off. "You went ahead with it even after I left?" Mireille was surprised. "That's right. You were so excited about it back then and I just wanted to do it for you, for us.""Dante." Mireille cooed and walked across the kitchen to him. She back hugged him tightly and Dante felt his heart warming up. "Why don't you get back to the living room while I do this?" Dante asked. "No, I want to be right here with you." Mireille grumbled. "Would you take a seat and watch your perfect man cook, then?" Dante asked. "Sounds like a perfect deal but no! I want to hold you while you cook." Mireille replied and Dante chuckled
"You heard me. You stay back while I do the cooking." Dante said to Mireille who was seated on the couch with a pout on her lips. Dante leaned in closer and kissed her pouted lips. "You made breakfast and lunch. I want to make dinner." she grumbled. "It's too stressful for you. I will make dinner, when we are done eating. We could take a short walk for our baby's sake." he replied. "Then let me just assist you. I could chop the vegetables and just a bit of other things.""I will do everything myself. You've overworked yourself already." "No, I haven't." she replied stubbornly."You do recall that I had to carry you here from the room? You weren't just limping, you could not even walk." Dante smirked. "I can." Mireille blushed and hit his arm. Dante chuckled, pulling away from her. "Just stay here while I cook real quick." he turned to leave and just then the doorbell rang. Dante paused and turned towards Mireille, raising a brow to ask if she was expecting anyone. "I don't k
"Would you like to see my mother's grave? We could go visit her." Dante suggested as they both laid in her bed, her head on his bare chest and her arms around him. She was clothed in a shirt of his and nothing more. "I would be more than happy to visit her.""Let's visit her next week, then?" "Next week... I think that would be great but I do have a question, Dante. Did you tell anyone else about all you went through? It's so horrible and I can't imagine that you have kept all of these to yourself for years.""Keeping it was hard but sharing it would have been harder, Princess but I did share everything with James back then. He was the closest to me and so he did know everything."Mireille got off his chest to look at his face properly. "James knew about all that your dad did to you?" She asked. "I told him about it as it happened to me so yes, he knows about everything."Mireille's face pulled into a frown. "I... I don't get. He told me that you killed your innocent father just