"Princess." Dante slowly lifted his head up, finally responding. "I am sorry." Mireille mumbled again and Dante spread his arms."Come over here, sweet princess." Mireille quickly got into his arms, hugging him tightly, her face buried in his neck. Dante shut his eyes, wrapping his arms around Mireille too. The both of them remained hugging each other for a long while until Dante pulled her to sit on his laps and brushed the tears off her cheeks. "I made you cry today, Princess. I shouldn't have made you cry. I should have....""No. No, Dante." Mireille cut him off. "I misunderstood you. It was my fault for not trusting you enough." she added. "You will trust me more from now on?" Dante asked softly. "I will trust you more than I trust myself." she replied and Dante gave her a smile. "And about what you said earlier. You are the best woman for me. No other woman can be better for me. I love you and I do not care about what other women have. C'mon, I am not the best man out ther
Belinda stared at Jonas, undecided. She could not easily give an answer to the question he just asked her. Did she still want to be with Jonas? And did she still love him?"I... I don't know." She looked away from Ditto, shaking her head slightly. "I really don't know if I do but if I was in love with him, I would not be out of love yet. And I really was in love with him so I guess I am not out of love yet." she whispered the last part and Ditto rolled his eyes in a bit of annoyance before resting back into the sofa."Dating a man in the mafia is dangerous for any woman.""Is that why you do not have a girlfriend?" Belinda asked sharply and Ditto frowned at her. "It's dangerous." Belinda whispered, thinking about Mireille. "And yet Mireille is unknowingly involved in it. She is in so much danger and....""She is not in danger if she is with boss. There is a point you get to where even danger is afraid of you. That's the point boss is at the moment." he cut her off. "But Ditto isn'
Mireille smiled at the meal on the dinning table before stretching her arms a bit with a tired yawn leaving her lips. She had asked the cooks to leave the job to her for the night. Mireille bent low, taking in the aroma of the dishes she made. It was great and she could already imagine the look on Dante's face when he tasted her food."Come to think of it, I have never cooked for him before." She mumbled to herself. "That big man had better give me loads of compliments after trying out my cooking." she added and smiled to herself. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and took a picture of the dinning table. She sent the picture to Dante. 'Mexican beef and rice skillet alongside some bell pepper stuffed with meat.' "Not enough." she mumbled and typed another message. 'Get home soon so you can eat this before eating me out. Can't wait for the precious gift and my rewards for being a very good girl today.' her cheeks heated up at her own message and she giggled softly before clic
Note: This chapter contains violent scenes which might not be too pleasant to imagine.Dante gritted his teeth, trying to keep his rage in check. It was taking him everything in him not to shoot Mark dead right now. The slimy bastard had played him and had even hesitated to open the safe, convincing Dante fully that the necklace was in the safe. "You fucker!" Dante rushed to him and punched his face. A groan left Mark's throat as his head fell back to the floor. "No matter how hard you try to hide it from me, I will find it and I will kill you eventually. You won't survive for long, Mark. You won't!" Dante's words resounded with anger. He was about to throw another punch at the weak Mark but he held himself back and got back on his feet. Until he found the necklace, he couldn't kill Mark."Ditto, come with me." Dante breathed hard and stepped out of the secret room with Ditto following behind. "Yes boss.""Place a call across to the men at home. I need to speak with Jonas. He mu
Dante was covered in blood by the time he was done unleashing his rage on Mark's dead body. "Fuck." he cursed, dropping the knife to the floor. He couldn't go home covered in so much blood. He had to take a good bath and dress up in a new set of clothes. Tasha was still on the floor, crying over the death of her brother and shaking in the horror of how many times his body had been stabbed. With a groan, Dante stopped in front of her, dropping to a crouched position. His thumb rolled over his cheek that was stained with Mark's blood and he smeared the blood on Tasha's face. "I should get rid of you too." "N-no, please." Tasha begged. "Alright, alright. I won't be killing you. You'd have to be the one to clean all of this up, anyways. And if you are asked what happened here and how your brother died, what are you going to say?" Dante asked. "He.... Armed robbers attacked. Our guards were not strong enough to defend us. The armed robbers killed them and killed my brother who was t
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.
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