The next dayDante woke up a bit earlier than Mireille. He glanced at the beautiful woman sleeping in his arms and placed a kiss on her forehead. His gaze dropped to her lips and as much as he wanted to kiss her lips, he held back from doing so. He could wake her up by doing so and he did not want Mireille to wake up right now. He had to pull a shirt on before she would wake up to see his arm in a bandage. He had not thought out a lie good enough to tell Mireille about his arm injury. Pulling Mireille gently away from him, he got out of bed and moved into his closet. He pulled a shirt over his body and walked back out into the room. "Dante." Mireille was rubbing her sleepy eyes when he came back into the room. "Good morning Princess." Dante replied, glad that he had decided to get up a minute ago to wear this shirt. He walked up to her as she sat up in bed. His right hand reached for her chin, lifting her face up to meet with his. He leaned in to kiss her but suddenly, Mireille
Ditto glanced at Belinda for the umpteenth time since the drive to her home had started. He did not know why he just could not resist the urge to look at her every now and then. "Why do you keep staring at me?" Belinda questioned with a small frown on her face. "I am not staring. Was only glancing." Ditto replied and returned his attention to driving. "Like there's a huge difference." Belinda rolled her eyes. "Just asking though. What did you decide upon?" Ditto asked. "About what?""About your love life. Are you going to get back with Jonas?" He asked and Belinda lowered her gaze. "I really don't know." her voice softened. "I thought about it all night though and I know Jonas loves me. I guess I still love him too."Ditto's grip on the wheels turned tighter and he clenched his jaws. He did not like what he had just heard but he also knew very well that he was in no position in Belinda's life to make decisions for her. "Alright.""You sound....." Belinda returned her gaze to h
Jonas shook his head lightly, refusing to believe the sight in front of him. It just could not be true. His Belinda could not have been the one kissing another man. Ditto for that matter!"Be... Belinda." His voice wrecked with pains as he called out her name. "Jonas." Ditto groaned out Jonas's name, pulling back Jonas's attention to him."You bastard!" Jonas yelle, feeling even more weakened by what he had just seen."What the hell is going on here, Bel?" Jonas turned to face Belinda who had lowered her face to the floor in embarrassment. "What were you doing with him, Bel?!" Jonas cried out even louder and moved closer to get to Belinda. "Was he forcing you? Was he forcefully kissing you, Belinda? Was...""Jonas." Belinda slowly raised her head up. She had no idea what she was supposed to say to Jonas after seeing him again in this kind of situation. "You are... You are with him now?" Jonas's eyes filled up with tears and his voice cracked as he tried to get a grip on himself.
"I told you that we don't have to go shopping. I already have so much. I don't even know what to get anymore." Mireille grumbled. "I want to get everything for you. Everything pretty and befitting of a princess." Dante replied, his grip turning firmer on her waist. "I am going to get you things too when I start making money. I will treat you like a king and lavish you with my money." Mireille said and Dante chuckled. "Do whatever you want for me but let me do whatever I want now too.""This would look good on you." Dante picked out a yellow dress. "If only it came in the color blue." he pressed his lips into a thin line. "I love it." Mireille grabbed the dress from him. "If you think it will look good on me, then I am sure it would." She cooed and Dante smiled, sending his hand into her hair and gently ruffling it up. "Should we shop for our baby too?" Dante asked, bringing his face closer to Mireille. "Dante, that's a bit too early, don't you think?" Mireille asked and sudden
Mireille tucked her hair behind her ears as she stretch her hands forward to his flyer. She unzipped it, her tongue in between her lips. "Heavens." Dante groaned, tightening his grip on the wheels of the car. They were on an highway at the moment. Mireille's rubbed him through his briefs for a second before reaching into his briefs and letting his cock out. Her eyes glinted with want and lust as she wrapped her hands around his hard cock. Just like she expected, the head of his cock had some precum. Eagerly, Mireille licked the precum off the head of his cock. "Fuck!" Dante cursed as her tongue lapped at the head of his cock. Mireille shut her eyes and let her tongue lick right at the tip of his cock a couple of times. "You are doing so fucking good." Dante resisted the urge to roll his eyes back, let go of the wheels and just send his hands into her hair instead. Mireille slobbered his cock with her saliva, lubing his cock up before squeezing lightly at it and getting more
Belinda ran her hands through her messy hair as her phone beeped with another message which she knew was from either Jonas or Ditto. It had been two days now since Jonas had seen her with Ditto and Belinda could still not think it through. Jonas had stayed out till late at night, hoping she would give him a chance to talk to her but Belinda had locked herself in the entire day. What was she supposed to say to him? That she had deceived him along with Ditto and that she was falling for Ditto?? "How did I get here?" Belinda shook her head and picked up her phone. The last message had been from Ditto. "You should stop locking yourself in, Linda. I will be there soon. Open the door and let us talk things through." the message read and I dropped the phone back to the sofa. The phone beeped with another message and she groaned, picking it up. It was from Jonas this time. "Bel, can we please see? I really want to talk to you. Let's talk about everything, please." His message re
"Are you okay?" Dante asked, wrapping his arms around Mireille's waist. Mireille was standing by the window of their room, staring out at the night sky. "I am fine." Mireille mumbled but her tone didn't say the same. "You are not. What's wrong?" Dante pulled away and turned her to face him. "Belinda. I feel like there's something up with her. She sounded off when I talked to her earlier and when I asked her if anything was wrong, she said everything was fine but I doubt that is true." Mireille replied. "Do you want to go and check up on her?" Dante asked. "She said she is not home. She will be home tomorrow but I can't stop worrying about it. Belinda is usually happy and cheerful. It was so weird to hear her sound so sullen." "I am sure it's nothing much. She might just have a little issue. The both of you will talk about it tomorrow." Dante brushed her hair off her face, tucking it behind her ears. "I know, right?" Mireille sighed softly. "Yeah, I found the perfect la
Mireille was shivering with fear and confusion as she remained where Dante had left her. Her eyes were filled with tears and her breath was rough and uneven. She regretted that she had asked Dante for them to go out on this ride. She should have just stayed home and watched a movie like Dante had suggested. "Oh my god, what's going on?" She whispered and ran her hands over the wristwatch. She heard a gunshot and her heart skipped a beat. "Oh god. Please that shouldn't be Dante." she clasped her hands together. She did not know what was going on but she prayed Dante should be safe and alive at the end of it all.Another gunshot and rustling of dry leaves made more tears roll down her cheeks. The rustling of dry leaves got closer to where she was making her breath hitch. Another gunshot and she heard a thud with whoever had been getting closer to her, dropping down definitely dead. Mireille shut her eyes tightly, tears rolling down. Another gunshot and she heard someone curse. It
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