Mark was seated before his desk with a grin on his face while Jonas stood in front of him, the distance in between them created by the desk. "So Mireille Mathieu is really special to Dante Romano. So special that he took her to a party" he grinned. Taking a woman to a party was not huge news for regular people but for the people in Dante's world, it was huge news and it had spread around pretty quickly and gotten to Mark. "Now, we know she is the one we need to get to bring Dante down" he smirked. "Boss" Jonas called and Mark looked at him with a brow raised. "Do you think Dante would show Mireille Mathieu to us all if she really is a tool to bring him down?" Jonas asked and that question was all it took for Mark's happiness to fade away. "That might be true" he mumbled to himself. "That bastard might really be doing all of this to distract us" he mused for a few seconds but suddenly raised his head up sharply."But we still have to get her. For now, she is the only one we know
Dante was still standing in the middle of Mireille's room, in his own rage when his phone rang. He checked the caller ID and found that it was the head of guards. "Hello boss" "What is the issue?" He questioned thickly, his rage evident in his voice. "Miss. Mireille wants to step out alone and I thought I'd ask you...""Let her" Dante groaned and ended the call. If Mireille wanted to be alone then he was going to let her be alone. She did not need him to worry about her so she could as well just go out and go meet her friend, Belinda who was in a better position than he was to worry about her. *Mireille walked into a cafe with just her phone in her hands. She was tired and exhausted after having to walk out of Dante's estate. She sat at the table on the far end of the cafe and dropped her head on the table. A part of her regretted the way she had yelled at Dante and another part of her scolded her for leaving Dante's place. She would be safe at Dante's place but now she was aw
Mireille groaned softly as she woke up from her unconscious state. She fluttered her eyes open but the moment she realized she was in a strange bed, with her hands and legs tied down, she panicked. Seeing her stepdad was not a nightmare. She had really been caught by her stepdad. Mireille struggled, pulling her hands and trying to free herself. The room she was in was a small room that was dimly lit up by a dim bulb by the door. "Help me! Anyone there?! Help me!" She screamed, her eyes filling with tears instantly as she recalled all she had gone through in the hands of her stepdad. She knew how close she was to going through all of that again and that was the last thing she wanted to happen to her. "Please help me!!" She cried out. "Don't scream, Mireille" the door opened and Felix walked into the room. "Aaargh" he groaned. "I forgot to put a tape over your mouth" he picked a black tape from the table and walked closer to her. "No! Stop! Stay away from me! Stay away from me!
Note: This chapter contains a violent scene.Dante walked into the basement, followed by Ditto and three other men. Dante walked to the sofa and sat on it. The basement was well lit and looked neat and decent, after all, Dante had it properly cleaned and had the walls repainted after every bloody kill. "Bring him to me" Dante ordered and two men walked into the inner room and brought Felix out, forcing him to his knees. Felix had his face bandaged and a few other parts of his body was covered in bruises. "How was the medical care? Quite good, right? I had one of the best doctors take care of you" Dante lifted his hand towards Ditto who handed him a glass of alcohol. Dante took a gulp and dropped the glass on the table in front of him. "Remove the bandages and get me the needles" he ordered and one of the men held Felix down while the other brutally ripped the bandage off his face. "Please!!" Felix screamed weakly as pains coursed through him with the bandages being ripped off h
Mireille adjusted in her seat and took her gaze off her phone as she heard Dante's footsteps approaching the living room. "Welcome" Mireille welcomed him with a small smile as he walked into the living room. He was dressed in a black shirt and black trousers and his dark hair was ungelled and curly.Dante's gaze softened immediately he saw her and he raised the bag in his hand. "For you, Principessa" "What is that?" She asked and Dante sat beside her on the couch. "Since you have decided to abandon the black card I gave you and never spend it, I have decided to buy you things myself" Dante gave the bag to her. "I have more than enough already. I can't think of anything else I need to buy" Mireille grumbled and opened the bag. It was a jewelry set. Mireille's eyes lit up as she brought it out of the bed. "This is so beautiful and looks so expensive too""I wonder if you forget who I am everyday""There is something else there, Princess" Dante added and Mireille looked into the b
"Belinda" Mireille called after about a minute of just clinging to the couch. Belinda turned to face Mireille, an excited look on her face. She was over her initial surprise and now she was excited for Mireille."What in the world?! You are wilder than I am now, Mireille!" Belinda shook her head, walking towards Mireille. "I need to shower first" Mireille blushed heavily. "Heavens. You sure need to" Belinda laughed softly. *Mireille stepped out of her bathroom, a white towel wrapped around her chest and a shy smile on her face as Belinda stared at her teasingly. "Oh, who is this? Is this Mireille, the once virgin who has gone wild over the last two months" she laughed. "C'mon, don't tease me about this. I have caught you doing worse while we were in courage" Mireille grumbled. "Really? At least, I was caught. I had no idea you were coming home that night but you knew clearly that I was on my way here and you even asked me to be let in! You are really crazy now" Belinda shook h
The next dayMireille looked at herself in the mirror and did a small turn in front of it. She was all dressed up for work already and could not wait to get back to working. As for Dante? He had been absent the entire night and Mireille hated to admit that yet again, she had missed him and wished he was there but she also wondered where he had gone to all night. Business wasn't done at nights, right? So what could he have been doing all night?A tiny part of her told her that Dante was out all night to see some other women but Mireille tried not to think about such. The last time she had suspected him of doing such, it did not turn out to be so. She looked away from the mirror, picked her bag and wax ended towards the door when the door opened and Dante stepped into her room, all dressed up and looking majestic as always. His brows arched noticeably as he stared at Mireille. "What?" Mireille asked with a small pout on her lips, confused as to why he was staring at her. "I am won
Mireille spread her legs, sitting on Dante's desk as he walked towards her, unzipping his flyer and letting his cock out through the flyer. Mireille's nipples hardened even more at the sight of his hard, throbbing cock.If he wasn't going to give her work to do, then he could as well put her to work. "Wider" he ordered, getting into his seat and facing her pussy directly. "Fucking beautiful as always" he groaned and took the red panties that Mireille's right hand was clutching. "Open your mouth" Mireille did as she was told and watched Dante roll the panties and then stuff her mouth with it. "You have no idea how much more perfect you look right now" Dante grabbed her legs and dropped them on his shoulders as he buried his face into her pussy. "Mhhmm" Mireille moaned, the panties in her mouth muffling her moans. She wrapped her legs around Dante's shoulders, keeping him even closer. Dante's tongue played with her pussy skillfully, running past her entire slit. He pulled her le
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