"The doctor says I am fine." Mireille said to Dante after the exit of the doctor. Mireille was in bed while Dante was leaned against the wall, his gaze resting on her like that was all his eyes were ever meant to see. Her and nothing more. "Yes, you are pretty strong, aren't you?" He asked, his eyes warming up. "Shouldn't you also have the doctor check you? You were involved in those rough fights yunno." Mireille pointed out, throwing the sheets off her body. "I am fine, Princess." Dante assured her, walking away from the wall to meet up with Mireille. "You should stay back in bed for now.""I am fine, Dante. I am over the shock and I wasn't physically hurt at all. I am as strong as a horse." she flexed her non existent muscles and Dante chuckled softly. "You did not just flex your tiny arms." "I am not tiny." Mireille refuted, folding her arms with a pout on her face. "You are." Dante took two more steps towards her, the playful smirk slowly fading away from his face, replace
Mireille looked back at Dante while James walked forward, holding her small luggage with him. "Dante." Mireille stopped walking on the stairs and Dante stopped too, a few steps away from her. "You promised that we will have a lengthy talk when you are back. We... We haven't had any talk yet." Mireille pointed out. "Mireille?" James called, having reached the end of the stairs. "Just a minute." Mireille said to him and returned her attention to Dante. James groaned lowly and Dante grabbed Mireille by the wrist. "Give us a minute, James." he said to James and walked back up the stairs without waiting for a response from James. Dante and Mireille stopped in front of his room and Dante breathed in and out deeply. He gently pressed her back against the door of his room and lowered his head slightly to look carefully into her beautiful hazel eyes. He felt his heart wrench for the thousandth time that day, knowing that he would not see these beautiful eyes as frequently as he used t
Jonas removed the shaded glasses he had on and dropped it on the other seat on the car. He looked at Belinda's home, staring at it fondly. He knew that Belinda was in there but he also knew that he would not be welcomed if he tried to go and meet her. He dropped his head on the steering wheel and remained that way for the next couple of minutes, thinking about his relationship with Belinda. He reminisced about their sweet moments together and then the look on her face when she saw him run away from the gardens. His phone rang pulling him out of his thoughts. Jonas picked up the call that came from one of his men. "Hey?" "Hello sir. I just figured out that Mireille Mathieu has moved out of Dante Romano's home." the man informed and Jonas's eyes lit up. "Where is she now?" He asked, almost excitedly. "She is staying with her brother now, James Mathieu." "Great." Jonas remarked and ended the call. He dropped his phone, his eyes now brighter than they had been before the call.
"Where is he?" James asked, almost impatiently as he and Dante settled into the sofa in the basement. "Bring him out." Dante ordered one of the men standing in the room. "Yes boss." He bowed slightly and walked into the inner room. "That bastard. Thank you for getting him for me." James thanked Dante. "I would have gotten rid of him already but I had fun listening to him scream in pains and I was going to finish him off before I traveled but I decided to leave that pleasure to you." Dante handed James a gun. "Take his life yourself, on behalf of you, Mireille and your mum." Dante patted his shoulders just at the time Felix Dcnard was brought to them, pushed down to his knees. "J... James." Felix stuttered. "Save me! Save me from this monster, please." Felix quickly begged, not wanting to go through another torturous session in ghr hands of Dante. "Monster?" James huffed. "I only see one monster here and that monster is you." James said. "N-No, James. He is the monster! Look
The next day was a Sunday and Dante was in his study room when a knock came on the door. Dante looked away from the book he had been trying to read to the door. He was barely able to read, unable to stop recollecting Mireille in this same study, bent over and taking his cock in her ass. "Come in." He mumbled when the knock came again. The door opened and Ditto walked in making Dante narrow his eyes at him. He had not asked Ditto to come over so it was weird that he was here without a notice. "Good morning boss." Ditto greeted with a slight bow. "The issue?" Dante questioned and Ditto pressed his lips into a thin line before pulling out a picture from his pocket. "Here you go, boss." Ditto placed the picture in front of Dante and Dante felt anger rushing into him. His muscles tensed and his brows pushed closer to each other. "Where the fuck did you get this?" Dante asked, grabbing the picture from the table and crumpling it in his hands. It was a picture of Mireille and an unkn
"How the hell in the world did this happen to you, Mireille?!" James yelled at Mireille, more than disappointed in her"I am sorry, James." Mireille apologized, sobbing. "Sorry? Would sorry erase anything? Would it erase the fact that you are pregnant for Dante?!""Oh god! This is my fault." James blamed himself, shaking his head slightly. "I was a fool to let you stay with him, knowing the type of person Dante is. I should not have let you live with him. Tell me the truth, Mireille." James approached his little sister. "Did he cajole you into having sex with him? Did he pressure you into it?" James asked and Mireille shook her head in the negative. "N-no, it was me. I.... I just wanted him and I made him...." Mireille could not find it in herself to tell her brother that she had pretty much seduced Dante until he could no longer hold back from fucking her. "I am sorry, James. I am really sorry.""You wanted him?! Of all the men in the entire world, you chose to want someone like
Dante was more than surprised to find out that Mireille was pregnant. "It... It's for you, Dante." Mireille added, still looking into his eyes. "It's... It's alright, Princess." Dante brushed the tears on her cheeks away."I know the baby can only be for me." He said to her."And now what?" James asked and Dante pulled Mireille behind him. "And now, I will be responsible for my actions." Dante replied James. "What do you mean by that?" James asked. "I mean what you think I mean. I will be by Mireille's side and I will take responsibility for her and..." Dante gritted his teeth for a second. "And my baby." he finished the sentence. "Bullshit! You are joking if you think I am going to let Mireille stay with you! I don't care if she is pregnant for you or not, she will not be with you, Dante." James reached his hand forward to grab Mireille's wrist but Dante pulled Mireille out of his reach. "Let go of my sister, Dante. Do not ruin her life by keeping her with you selfishly." He
Mireille's felt her heart pounding hard and her cheeks heating up. For the first few seconds, she could not believe it. "Say it again." She gently whispered. "I love you Mireille Mathieu." Dante said the words again. "Again." Mireille demanded and Dante held back a chuckle. "I love you, baby girl." "Again." Mireille demanded and this time Dante just chuckled "I want to hear it again. I want to be sure I am not dreaming or hallucinating." Mireille said. "I have a better way to help you be sure you are not dreaming." Dante said and his hand on her waist moved lower and spanked her ass. "Ohh." Mireille gasped and pressed her thighs together to suppress the itch and heat that had immediately arose in her pussy. "You believe you are not dreaming now?" Dante asked, his hand rubbing her clothed ass and a wide smile parted Mireille's face. "Yes, Dante. I love you too, Dante Romano." Mireille threw her arms around him, holding him tightly. "I so
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