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
The next day"So what have you decided on?" Dante asked Mireille, handing her a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice. "You keep spoiling me." Mireille grumbled by to it was obvious she liked it. "And you keep referring to the tiniest gestures as me spoiling you."She took the glass to her lips and drank from it. "Tastes great." she smiled. "Alright." she readjusted on the sofa she was seated on, dropping the glass on the stool beside the sofa. "I was thinking of opening a shopping mall." she replied and Dante's face pulled into a thoughtful look. "Will that cost too much? I could choose something else and...""Princess." Dante cut her off. "How many times do I have to remind you of who I am?" He crouched down in front of her and tucked her hair behind her ears. "I was only thinking about where I could have it built." he added."So soon already?" Mireille asked. "Everything you want has to be done as soon as possible, Princess.""How did I find a man like you?" Mireille cooe
"You'd better not me trapping me." Belinda said to Ditto as she alighted from the car with Ditto holding the car door open. "And you absolutely did not have to open the car door for me." she added. "I learnt from my boss." Ditto replied and Belinda let out a low huff. They were not at Dante's mansion and as much as Belinda was feeling skeptical about all of this, she knew she had to do it after all she was now here. "So what will I be doing?" She asked as Ditto walked forward. "I am going to have to chain you, Miss Belinda." Ditto stopped in his tracks as he spoke. "Chain me??" Belinda asked with widened eyes. "Yes. To make Jonas believe that we do not care about your life and we are really going to get rid of you if you do not tell us the truth." Ditto replied and Belinda shook her head. "I still can't believe that I am getting myself involved in this and placing my life in your very hands!" "You can trust me, Miss Belinda." Ditto assured her. "And why would I trust you? An
Mireille was back in the living room, her phone in her right hand and the anklet in her left hand as she dialed Belinda's contact. She needed to know where Belinda was and how this anklet had showed up here. But the phone just rang without being answered. Mireille dialed the contact over again and yet it wasn't picked up. A frown appeared on Mireille's face as she had no idea what she was supposed to think. Why was Belinda's anklet found far away from the main building? Mireille dialed Belinda's contact again but it was still the same result. Mireille decided to step out and go to see Ditto. If Belinda was ever in this place, then Ditto should know about it.Mireille walked out of the living room and did not even have to search for Ditto as she saw him walking towards her. "Good day, Miss. Mireille." he vowed slightly. "Good day, Ditto. Please do you know if Belinda, my friend was here or is here right now?" Mireille asked and though surprised, Ditto was able to cover it up swift
Later that eveningMireille was waiting patiently for Dante to get back from work with her phone in her hand. It was 5pm already and he had told her he'd be back early that morning so Mireille found it weird that he was not home yet.But she did not want to call him too. As much as Dante had told her to be as clingy as she wanted to be, Mireille was holding back. She did not want to be all over Dante. She feared he might find that way too annoying to cope with.But a couple more minutes was all Mireille could bear. She had to hear his voice at least. Giving up on not being clingy, she dialed his contact and it rang for a while before it was picked up. "Hey Princess" his voice came soothingly but Mireille could not ignore that he sounded a bit tired. "Dante" she almost whispered his name and she heard Dante pur softly at the other side of the line. "I love how you call my name, Princess. Do it again" he demanded and Mireille smiled, holding back a giggle. "Dante" she called his nam
"There." Dante whispered as he pulled out the chair for Mireille to sit down. Mireille sat, the smile not leaving her face as Dante sat right beside her. His left hand immediately parting the dress's slit and taking its place on her thighs. "I love having you wear dresses with slits. Makes it so easy for me to touch you." his voice sounded provocative and Mireille let out a slightly heavy breath. "Were you busy all day getting this ready?" Mireille asked. "Yes, what else would worth me being so busy?" He replied and reached his other hand to pull her cheek. Mireille giggled softly as he let go of her cheek and just brushed his thumb on it for a few seconds before pulling away entirely. His left hand on her thigh squeezed at the flesh and Mireille let out another heavy breath. Just like Dante had demanded, she was wearing nothing underneath the dress. "Let's eat." Dante snapped his fingers and in a couple of seconds, two men dressed as waiters stepped out. They bowed slightly
Dante lifted Mireille up and dropped her on the table, after quickly clearing the items on the table and ignoring their crashing onto the floor of the deck. "Fuck." He cursed as his cock ached. He got in between her legs and pulled Mireille's face close to his, he crashed his lips against hers, kissing her hard and passionately. His tongue swirled with hers and Mireille kissed him back needily. She had her arms wrapped around his frame. He felt so good, so hot, so fucking hot for her. Nothing felt better than knowing that this man now belonged to her. And his cock was hers alone. A moan left her throat into the deep kiss and three fingers rammed back into her pussy. The kiss continued as Dante's fingers started fucking her hard and fast. "Oh god!" Mireille moaned, pulling away from the kiss and tightening her grip on him. Her toes were curling badly as the tension inside of her grew with the pleasure his fingers were causing her. Their gaze was locked and Mireille knew well enou
"What's going on?" Belinda questioned as Ditto dropped her in the living room of the building right above the basement she and Jonas had been. "Why isn't Dante Romano here yet to do what you guys want to do so I can leave?" Belinda asked another question before Ditto could even reply the first. "So you can leave? You seen eager to leave now, Miss. Belinda. Did the talk with Jonas not go too well this time?" Ditto asked and Belinda passed him a glare. "You do know that he loves you though." Ditto said. "I asked a question which hasn't been given any response to, Mr." Belinda said impatiently. "Boss is busy tonight and I doubt he will be back home tonight. So I'd just have to let you have dinner, freshen up and sleep. I'd bring you back to Jonas tomorrow morning. He just has to think that you were being hurt the entire night." Ditto shrugged gently. "You asked for a favour and now you guys are the ones too busy?" Belinda asked with a low huff. "Boss is busy with Miss. Mireille. S
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