Two days laterMireille clutched onto the seatbelt tightly, looking out of the window while James drove the car to Dante's home. She was going to pick a few things up from Dante's home and leave his home. For the past two days, Dante had tried to see her countless times but she had told him off every single time but this time around, Mireille wanted to see him and ask him a few questions before picking her things up and leaving his home. James had shown her the video of Dante beating him up and had claimed Dante beat him up that badly just because he was in a bad mood. James glanced at Mireille, a quite satisfied look on his face. He believed fully well that he had made Mireille believe that Dante was nothing short of a monster and the fact that Mireille had agreed to move out of Dante's home was a huge milestone for him. In no time, she would definitely agree to leave the country too and everything would be just perfect! Driving past the securities who recognized them very well
"You really want to do this?" Dante asked Mireille, the pains evident in his voice. His heart was ridden with guilt to the point where he could not find it in him to convince her to stay. "Y-yes, Dante. I want to leave you, I want to leave all of you. You, James, Belinda. I want to live everything behind and start a new life for myself." tears rolled down as she said those words. "I will be leaving, Dante. Please don't come after me. I don't want you anymore." she added and picked up the bag she had dumped to the floor. She picked a few more things and threw it into the bag. Once she was done, she pulled the ring off her finger and dropped it on the desk. "We are done, Dante." she made to walk past him but Dante held her hand, stopping her. He pulled her back to the desk where she had dropped the ring and he picked up the ring, spread her hands and dropped the ring in her hands. "You should take it with you.""No, Dante. I won't...""There's no one else I am going to give it to.
The next dayMireille stepped out of the car, a black jacket draped over her dress. James walked to her side with her luggage. "You won't regret this, Mireille." He said to her, reassuringly. "I don't want or need you to tell me anything, James." She replied. "I know you think I am ridding you of your happiness in some way but...""It's okay, James. I don't want to have to listen to how everything is for my own good and how I would thank you in the future for all of it." She cut him off and James pressed his lips into a thin line. "Someone wanted to see you before you left though." he said and Mireille raised a brow. James motioned behind her and Mireille turned to see Belinda standing behind her. "Mireille." Belinda called but Mireille looked away from her and faced James. "Did I ask you to bring anyone along? Didn't I tell you that I didn't want to see anyone anymore?" She asked and James sighed softly. "I was just thinking that she was your best friend and you will miss her
Mireille frowned deeply at James's words. How could he expect her not to tell the father of the child about the child? No matter what happened, Dante had all the rights to know that their child was still alive and she did not lose her pregnancy. "Mireille, can you please not be dumb because of your love for Dante?" James asked. "Dumb? I am just going to let him know that I am still with our child. Dante would be excited to know that.""And then? And then he will want you back by his side and you will continue staying with him again until something happens and you lose the child for real this time" James said. "That..." Mireille pressed her lips into a thin line, not knowing what to say. James grabbed her by the shoulders and made her look at him. "Mireille, this is your baby. You have to protect your baby from danger. Fine, if you had lost this baby the last time, the fault would have been on Dante since you had no idea about what type of man he was but if you get into someday el
Three Months Later Mireille stood in front of the mirror in her room, her shirt unbuttoned as she stood, looking at her stomach. She ran her right hand over the bump on her stomach. The petite bump made her heart swell each time she looked at it. It felt great knowing that she was carrying a child inside of her. It had been three long months already since she left Dante. James had returned back home, only when he was sure Mireille would not change her mind and go back to see Dante or try reaching out to Dante. Mireille smiled softly at her reflection in the mirror and began to button up. She had to go to work soon. She had gotten a job as a marketing assistant at a quite big company. She finished buttoning up her shirt and picked up the ring on the table, and slid it on her finger. It was quite stupid of her to keep wearing the ring Dante had proposed to her with but she could not stop herself from having the ring on and the ring also helped her wave off men. She pulled her hai
For the next few seconds, Dante was frozen to the spot. He didn't turn to face Ditto and didn't look away from the car he was about to get into. His head throbbed and his heart raced at the same time, definitely not for the best reasons. His face had been drawn into a hard, scary look. "What did you just say?" His words were picked, one after the other as he turned slightly to face Ditto. "Miss. Mireille is pregnant" Ditto replied, his voice lower this time around. It had just been three months since they had parted and Mireille was already pregnant? During these three months, Dante had not touched another woman. He had not even attempted it because he knew he could not and yet Mireille had gotten another man and gotten pregnant already. "She is still pregnant." Ditto mumbled the words and Dante's brows furrowed. 'Still?'"What do you mean?" He questioned. "Miss. Mireille has a baby bump. If she left here three months ago and was impregnated within these three months, I do not t
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 t
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.
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