Shocked was an understatement of what Mireille was feeling at the moment. Loads of questions rushed into her head, so much that she could not note out one of the questions.
Dante was standing right in front of her, her sketchbook in his right hand, raised up just slightly above his head. Even in the dark, Mireille could clearly see that handsome face that she had missed so much.She wanted to jump on him and hug him so tightly but she held herself back from doing so. She had no idea how she was supposed to react to his sudden appearance in her home.Without another word from any of them, Dante walked over to the light switch and turned on the lights. His gaze fell on Mireille's face and he felt his heart warm up.She still looked ravishingly beautiful with her dark hair splaying down her shoulders and her hazel eyes staring at his with a mixture of emotions in them. Emotions he could not figure out yet.Why had she hidden the fact that their child was alive? No, why had she lied to him in the first place? Was she that scared of him and wanted to run away so much that she could tell such lies to him?"What are you doing in my home, Mr. Romano?" Mireille finally spoke up, her voice a bit shaky.Dante picked up her handbag from the couch and stretched it out to her."My handbag!" Mireille gasped and snatched it from him."Did you steal this?!""You think I'd stoop so low to steal your handbag? No, I don't want to steal anything from you. I tried stealing your heart but that didn't turn out so well, did it?" Dante said, letting his gaze drop down to her stomach.Being self aware by his gaze, Mireille gasped and covered her stomach with her handbag."Do you hate me this much, Mireille?" Dante questioned while Mireille's gaze fell to the floor."You hate me so much that you lied to me that you lost our baby and ran away from me?" Dante questioned."That... That is not what happened.""Then what happened? Why was I left thinking for over three months that our baby was gone only for me to find out this morning that our baby is alive?"Mireille shut her eyes tightly, emotions surging through her. She recalled all the words James had said to her and pulled herself together with those words.This was for her baby."It's not our baby, Dante. It's my baby." She stated firmly and ignoring her words totally, Dante walked closer to her, stopping right in front of her and bending over to her height."Do you take delight in making me miserable?" He asked, taking in her features.Heavens! He had missed every single bit of her."Wh-what the hell are you saying?" Mireille tried to look away from him as she felt her stomach tightening but Dante held her by the chin and made her look at him."I am saying that you leaving me left me miserable and you know that. And you know very well that the only reason I let go was because I felt like I killed our child. I have been at my worse for three months, Mireille!""You almost killed our child! And you almost killed me too. Please leave my home, Mr. Romano. I have nothing with you anymore.""You have my ring, you have our child and you still fucking have my heart and you tell me we have nothing anymore?" Dante asked and Mireille moved away from him, not being able to stand so close to him anymore. She feared her true emotions would get into the way if she continued to stand so close to him."If your ring is what you want, then please take it but as for my child, you are no longer the father. This child is mine alone. I won't give my child a father like you."Dante's brows squinted."A father like me?""Yes, Dante. You are in dirty business and you have the heart of a... Of a monster. I don't want my child to grow up with such a father." she walked over to her bed and emptied her handbag.She picked the ring amongst the other items and turned to face Dante, putting on the bravest font she could muster."Here you go. Have your ring and leave, Dante." her voice cracked as she tried not to let even a tear slide down her cheeks in front of him.Dante looked at her hand holding the ring towards him and then looked at her face once more."I really want to know why you hid our child from me." he demanded."I have no explanations to offer to you." Mireille insisted."No explanations to offer?! Do you know the guilt I lived with for the past three months?! Do you know for how long I laid in a pile of your things, just wanting to have you back but not wanting to go after you cause I thought I made us lose our child?! Do you know for how long I was haunted with nightmares because of this? Do you even know how much I missed you?! Do you know any of that, Mireille?!""I don't care, Dante!!" Mireille screamed back at him, tears rolling down."You lied to me! We were together for months but you didn't tell me about what you were involved in!""Because I feared this happening! Because I feared that you would see me as a beast once you found that out and I was right. Because that is what you now see me as, isn't that right?""I... I don't want to talk about any of this, Dante. I only want to protect my child now! I don't care about any other thing anymore! So just leave because you are not getting me back and you are not getting my child too." she stated firmly."No, Princess. I will get my Princess back and we will both have our child.""Even if I do not love you anymore?" Mireille tried to say that as coldly as she could.Dante let out a small chuckle before raising the sketchbook up again."It definitely doesn't look like you do not love me anymore. The dress you wore when I proposed to you is also in the middle of your closet. It seems to me that you are still very much in love with me and trust me, I am still in love with you too. Hell! I can never fall out of love with you, Princess." he walked over to her as Mireille quietened down, sniffling back tears gently.He reached his hand to her face, cupping her face and lifting her head up to meet with his gaze. Her skin felt soft, just like he recalled it to be.Dante felt an electrifying feeling, just touching her skin lightly."What do you see when you look at me? Do you see Dante, the one who is in love with you? Or do you see Dante Romano, the one who is a beast who killed his own father?"Mireille's heart tightened as her hand seemed to develop a life of their own. She raised it to his face, slowly until her right hand touched his face gently."I see.... I see you, Dante." the words left her mouth as his eyes held onto hers as if in an enchantment.Without a word, Dante's hand on her face slid to her stomach and he rubbed her bump for a short while before getting down on his knees, all these while not breaking the eye contact.He leaned in and kissed on her bump. Mireille's lips parted in a shaky breath. It felt good having Dante meet with their child once more.'Danger. Dante is danger for you and for your child' the words repeated in her head but she could not push him away from herself.'Just let him. You will push him away right after this' she said to herself and watched as Dante rose back up to his feet."Princess." he mumbled the name and pulled her into a hug.'Alright. This is enough. You should push him away now' she said to herself but she could not.She had missed him too much. She had missed his warmth and his cologne, she had missed his hard body pressing into hers. She had missed the way his arms wrapped around her.Instead of pushing him off, Mireille found herself snuggling close to him instead.'Heavens! I have missed him so much!'The hug lasted for about a minute before Mireille pulled herself together and shoved her emotions away. Bracing herself, she pushed Dante away, disengaging from the hug. "Stay away from me, Dante! Why don't you understand that?!" She yelled at him and Dante groaned. "Have you eaten dinner?" He questioned and Mireille furrowed her brows. "W-what are you saying? I asked you to leave""And I already told you I am not going to leave. Not until I get you and my child back in my life. I have tried too hard to be away from you. I can't do it anymore. I can't live without you, Mireille. To survive, I have to be with you and that is what I am going to do. I am going to be with you" he stated firmly and Mireille gulped down hard. "Then get out of my room, please. You... Your presence is choking me, Dante Romano. I have started a new life already here and you are no longer in that life." Dante stepped close to her, closing the distance Mireille had created when she pushed him away from her.
"Have a great day at work." Dante handed Mireille her handbag and she shot him a glare. It had taken minutes of argument between the both of them before Dante had his way and drove her to work. "Mireille." a lady called, getting the attention of both Mireille and Dante. It was Annette. "Hey, Annette." Mireille immediately moved away from Dante but Annette seemed to be awestruck by Dante already. "W-who is he? Is he your fiancé?!" Annette squealed in excitement. "Oh, he is not." Mireille replied quickly, not letting Dante talk. "Oh my! That just makes it better." Annette pulled her phone out of her pocket. "Can I have your contact, please?" She asked Dante, moving closer to him but Mireille was quick to get in between the both of them, a jealous look crossing her face. A smirk pulled at the corner of Dante's lips. He had intentionally kept quiet to see what Mireille's reaction would be and it was just as he expected. She was jealous. Leaning in close, Dante held her waist and
"Fuck!" Dante thrusted his fingers into her wet pussy and crashed his lips into hers at the same time, kissing her hard and muffling her moans as he sucked on her lips. The feel of her lips moving in sync with his drove him even crazier as he slid his tongue into her mouth, kissing her deeply in a wet, horny kiss. His fingers moved faster inside of her wet, tight pussy and Mireille moaned louder until Dante broke the kiss and kissed her face all over before kissing down to her neck. "Oh yes! Harder... I... I so fucking want this. Harder, Master. Fuck me better." She moaned as her body shuddered. She directed her hands to his crotch and just as she expected, found the huge bulge in his trousers. She ran her hands over it and heard him groan so sexily onto her skin. "Shit! I am getting there so quickly." she cried out, throwing her head back. Dante's fingers doubled up with the thrusts until Mireille's body was bucking with pleasure. "Don't cum yet. I want to be on my knees and d
Note: This chapter contains violent scenes and elements of domestic and child abuse.Flashback Continues Dante's father was a man of few words and though Dante did not dislike his father, he hated the fact that his father seemed to always find ways to regard him as a weakling. Dante looked around at the unfamiliar faces who were following he and his father. He felt cold shivers run down his body at the hard look on their faces. They all finally walked into the dark room and Dante gasped at the sight in front of him. Three men were tied down and where bloody injured. They looked like they would give up the ghost anytime soon."Dad!" He gasped, his eyes widening at the site in front of him."Just be calm, Dante and act like my son.""Dad, why are these people hurt?" He asked. "They offended your dad. And so, I will be punishing them. Actually they stole from me so I am going to be teaching them a lesson and I wanted you to watch.""b....but dad, they look like they are going to fain
Flashback Continues."I said I am not interested!" Dante stated firmly. "Does it look like I an giving you a choice here?" Luca asked, arching his brows as if in honest confusion. It had been six years already and throughout these six years, Dante had had to watch the way things were done and he had also had to watch his mother get beaten. Each time his father wanted to beat his mother, he would have Dante tied down first and proceed to hit his mother in front of him. 'Yes, son. Get even angrier. Let your heart harden as you watch me hit your mother. That's right. Only a hard heart is going to help you' his father would say to him while he begged him to let go of his mother. Countless times, Dante had told his mother to leave his father but his mother always insisted on staying, because of him. "Oh, I see. I have no choice, right? You could as well force me to do it then. You can only force me to watch, Mr. Romano. You can't force me to take actions" Dante replied his father and
Dante remained curled up on the cold floor of the room where he had been locked up. He was clad in nothing but briefs and he felt cold but the cold was not his greatest concern at the moment. It had been five days without any food for him. All he had had access to was water to keep him alive but Dante doubted if he was even still alive at that point. At times, he just wanted to slam his head in a wall over and over again until he died. He had lived a life tortuous enough and he wanted no more of it, honestly. The door opened but Dante remained unmoved, thinking it was the man who delivered water to him. "I see you are still alive and breathing." It was his father's voice."A tough man just like me." Luca added and Dante wished he could scream at his father. The last thing he wanted to hear was that he was like his father in any way. "So?" Luca crouched in front of his son."Are you ready to join the mafia now? Or do you want to die in here?" His father asked and Dante let out a l
Since the only person his father had been using to force him into the mafia was now dead, Dante returned to his earlier stance of his not joining and that stubbornness was how he found himself tied to chair barely 24 hours after his mother's death. His mother had not even been buried yet but it was obvious that his father was long over her death. Luca had only appeared shaken for a few minutes and that was all. The bastard had not even shed a single tear. "Do whatever you want, Mr. Romano. Just kill me in fact. I will gladly die in your hands like my mum died in your hands.""What do I do with you?" Luca groaned, shaking his head. "I do have an idea, Luca." Mark spoke up. "And what is that?""You might not like the idea but I was just thinking if you could chop off his mother's finger, boil it up and have him eat it. I am so fucking sure his heart will harden completely after that.""What the....?!" Dante was shocked by what Mark had said. "You can't be contemplating that!" He y
Dante pulled Mireille into another hug, squeezing her close tightly. He could not be more relieved that Mireille was finally back to him. "Thank you for giving this man another chance in your life." He pulled back from the hug and stared into her beautiful hazel eyes that still had tears in them. "No more tears. I am over everything already, Princess. I had a few therapeutic sessions and I don't want to focus on the past anymore. I want to focus on you and our baby." he dropped his hand to her baby bump. "I..." Mireille felt the words stuck in her throat and she gulped down the words. Dante pulled her face close and kissed her lips. Almost instantly, Mireille reciprocated the kiss, her hands dropping onto his broad shoulders. She kissed him back, their lips brushing against each other before Dante sucked her tender lower lip into his mouth. A soft moan left Mireille and Dante's hand on her bump moved to her waist. "Your lips taste so good, Princess. Like always." Dante groaned be
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