"What happened to them?" Mark asked his right hand man, Jonas. "They were caught by Dante and they have been killed. Good thing that Dante did not suspect that someone else was behind his men stealing his bags of drugs"Mark gritted his teeth, a swear escaping his tightened teeth. "That bastard!" "He killed every single one of them?" Mark asked, getting off his feet and walking to the table. He picked up a glass of wine. "Every single one of them as I have heard, boss."Mark groaned and threw the glass of wine against the wall of the room, shattering the glass into pieces. "Who does he think he is?! He met me in the fucking business! I remember how scared and weak that little fuckling was when his father introduced him to this and now he thinks he can kick me out of this city?!" "I watched him struggle not to get into the business but stupid me! I supported his father to make his life hell and coerce him to join the business. I regret that the most now!" Mark growled in regret
Mireille remained in the living room, assuring herself over and over again that she did not care about whatever was going on in Dante's room at the moment. She tried not to think about it while watching a movie, almost absent mindedly. She could not wait for Belinda to get here so she could take her mind off it. Mireille hated the fact that she was even thinking of Dante at the moment. Why in the world was she hating it badly, knowing that the hoe was probably feeling the same thing she had felt the previous night?She sighed softly and readjusted her position on the sofa. Mireille picked up the TV remote to change the chanel and perhaps watch something else that would capture her attention more. Just then, Mireille heard footsteps behind her, definitely from heels. She turned her head to see the lady walking hurriedly. Mireille's brows arched as she wondered what had happened. Was it all over? So soon?The lady looked at Mireille hatefully, thinking Mireille was another slut hire
Dante stepped out of the car with a face, almost expressionless. "What do I owe this sudden visit to?" Bryan asked as Dante walked towards him. Bryan was standing in front of his mansion with a small smile on his face. "Get inside and get me some good drinks" Dante said to Bryan as the both of them walked into the main building. "I am sure you are not here to drink. You have enough good drinks in your home. You won't come here just to drink" Bryan said as they got to the living room. Dante settled down into one of the luxurious sofa in the living room. "Let me guess... You are stressed out by something" Bryan sat opposite him. "I am but..." "But you won't talk about it just like you always do" Dante chuckled, his bland expression finally softening into a soft look. "It's Sunday and you should be having fun, right?" Bryan asked. "Quite right" Dante replied. Bryan was also one of his highschool friends just like James was. The three of them still stuck together but
That nightMireille sat on the sofa in the living room, her phone in her hands. She was not doing anything on the phone though and the television was turned off too. Her gaze was on the clock. It was 8pm already and Dante was not yet back from wherever he had gone. Belinda had left around 4pm and Mireille had been home alone since then, waiting for Dante to get back. Mireille glanced at the screen of her phone too. There was no calls and no texts from Dante which was weird. She was not sure there was a day ever since she had come to stay here when Dante had not communicated with her in over twelve hours. Mireille was resisting the urge to actually call him and ask what was going on. He could be in danger, for all she knew. There were probably so many robbers out there, wanting to rob a billionaire and that could be Dante's fate but she tried her best not to think too much of it. It was just 8pm, wasn't it?Sighing, Mireille got up on her feet to go and have dinner herself and go
Later That Day"How is it going?" Belinda asked Mireille. They were on a video call and Belinda was curious to know if Mireille was already making moves on Dante or if she was still holding back."Going well, I guess" Mireille mumbled and Belinda shot her a doubtful look. "You made no moves, did you?" Belinda asked and Mireille sighed softly. "It can be harder than you think it is, Belinda" Mireille replied. "But you have to try, Mireille" Belinda urged. "I am going to try but I will be needing time. I just can't jump on him and tell him I want him, can I?" Mireille asked. "Of course you can" Belinda replied. "I can't! I... I am going to take it slowly""Alright, that's fine" Belinda gave in. "Can you talk about something else?" Mireille asked. "Yes! The guy I had a one night stand with, he called me back" Belinda giggled softly. "Really? What now? He wants a relationship with you?" Mireille asked. "I don't know really because he said nothing about a relationship but he tol
"I have sent some mails to you, boss" Ditto said to Dante as the both of them walked towards the main building of the mansion. "The first two batches have been shipped but the third one will be shipped in two days, boss" Ditto added. "I don't want any issues with it and run the monthly check through the men. I can't have petty thieves or spies""I will do as you say, boss" Ditto replied and the two men walked into the living room. Dante stopped in his tracks and Ditto stopped too."Princess" his voice was deep and thick and with a tinge of something Ditto had never heard his boss speak with. Ditto remained on his spot, expecting his boss to tell the beautiful lady on the sofa away so they could continue their talk. "You are back, Dante" Mireille mumbled. She had not expected that another man would be coming in with Dante and she most certainly did not want any other man seeing her in the dress she was wearing. Dante's gaze dropped from her eyes to her pouty lips and down to her
The next dayBelinda stared at her phone, eagerly waiting for a call from Jonas. He had promised to call her in the morning to hear her voice and it was close to 9am already. Belinda ran her hands through her hair, her gaze not leaving the screen of her phone. And finally, it did ring. A wide smile of excitement appeared on her face as Belinda realised that it really was Jonas. She picked the call up and took the phone to her right ear. "Hello beautiful" Jonas said cooly over the phone. "Hello, Jonas. Good morning" Belinda greeted back, trying hard to cover the excitement in her voice. "Good morning. Sorry I didn't call earlier. I didn't have you waiting for my call, did I?" Jonas asked. "Not at all. I was busy with some other things" Belinda lied. "Oh, I was hoping you were expecting my call eagerly" Jonas replied and Belinda giggled softly "I was expecting your call but I wasn't really waiting for it...""Hmmm... I think that makes sense" Jonas replied and Belinda smiled, si
Dante walked past the door of Mireille's room, not wanting to see her before work. No, that wasn't it. He wanted to see her but he did not WANT to. Finally stopping in his tracks, Dante took a couple of steps back and grabbed the door by the handle. He was about to push it open but he restrained himself and placed a knock on the door. "Who is there?" Her sleepy voice came from the other side of the door. "Come in" she added and Dante pushed open her door, walking into the room. Mireille was still in bed, tucked under the sheets and cuddling with a pillow. "Good morning Princess" Dante gave her a soft look. "Morning, Dante" she grumbled and yawned sleepily. Mireille rubbed her sleepy eyes and attempted to rise from her huddled up state but she felt a cramp in her leg immediately. Mireille groaned and Dante rushed to her side instantly."What's wrong?" Dante asked, his brows arching with an expression that screamed 'worry!'"My right leg... I suddenly have a cramp in my right l
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