CHAPTER NINETEENNanny had left the kitchen, in her usual apron, smiling brightly as she has always done. The feeling of warmness cloned her as if they were something more attached to it. She was the chef of The Dante before Sir Dante made her pregnant. Initially, it was an agreement, and she yielded since it was intended to make the family smile. She had borne this secret for years and the pain of Sir Dante's wife calling Leo son. She had to adapt, but it was not easy either. Before she left, she had told Clara to help her make the cookies that remained. She smiled, with a feeling that she intends getting something inside. And as she walked pass the door to the gate, she saw someone at one corner peering through the house. She wasn't sure who he was and he had never seen him before. And as she walked slowly, he came out of his hideout and dropped a letter on the gate. The gate keeper was inside, and he could probably not see it until he opened the gate. He ran off quickly as she tr
CHAPTER NiNETEENLeo fell back slowly in his chair and his heart was heavy in a way that sent shivers rushing round his body. He took off his glass and sat up straight, to wipe the tears, still in his eyes. He had paused his lips for that quiet moment as the sad news of Sir Alfonso's death ran through his mind. His tears were slow and steady as he sat up straight piercing the blank paper with a pen. The fans still whirled in the celling but he already hung his suit. He felt this internal heat inside him and his tears led way for the rest of his emotion. The office was quiet sill, and the only thing that echoed was the whirling of the fans. He just held his phone and brushed aside the office files that occupied his front to the other end. It was difficult to accept that Sir Alfonso is dead. He was like a father to him and expected that he would see the blissful union between he and Clara. He put a call to Clara who he felt would be heartbroken, he is too, and his eyes looked tired f
CHAPTER TWENTYClara sat in an arm chair with her eyes closed and her legs clutched together at the top. She cursed herself for all the moment, he didn't see him continually holding her hands, or hugging with the remark 'you are a darling'. This sensual love ran through the family for a long while. She wanted stayed a bit longer with him, to make her errs in whatever she has done in the past. She titled her head to the door, and all she saw were void images, and slowly leaping her hands to their air, with the winds wailing and winding all around. Clara missed her father and now there was no one to occupy that hollow that he had left in her heart. She longed for him, her emotions are becoming hollow, deepened by her soulful cries. She looked forward to the moment he would see Leo and would embrace him till her tears had filled his shirt. It came so clear to her, that he had become her only companion. She had seen the letter earlier before Isabella realised and had kept it a secret. H
CHAPTER TWENTY ONELeo had come to his office early that morning to sign some documents. It frustrated him to remember those things that Clara had saw him do. Isabella was callous on the day that they lost their father by getting him into one of her dirty behavior. He got tempted to apologise to her, and she wouldn't have listened, so he wrote a letter and the letter felt cold as his heart because she had refused to read it. He saw his last chance frizzling in the air. He knew things were dangerous with the romantic affairs with the two sisters. He didn't want to get involved in it. They had actually gotten into the fracas after the incidence at the Sushi restaurant. He knew they were after her live because of him. Isabella would surely be after her that moment he slapped her. It all went in the mingling horror of seeing Clara over Leo. It was the least she could think about. She had made several attempts but Clara had always escaped. Perhaps, she was strong willed. She wasn't awar
CHAPTER TWENTY TWOIsabella face flushed through the sun in anger as she stepped out the taxi. Her feet felt so light, but her mind bothered around so many scary thoughts. She walked forward a bit in a bid to mourn her father and a thousand eyes gazed at her in curiosity. She could feel the silence of the sorrowful environment; and the sad music that sank into her heart. Isabella was dressed in a dark gown that has red rose attached to her breast. Every great personality in the city was there, even family members, but she felt throughly abadnoned. Isabella knew they came all because of the affluence of Leo.She arrived since but all eyes still followed every footsteps she walked up to his grave and dropped the flowers. Leo still held strongly to Clara who rested on his chest. She watched her closely with a kind of eye, that were filled with tears emotions. She wasn't sure about her intentions and had left her to moan for a while. It was this that infuriated Isabella having glanced at
CHAPTER TWENTY THREEIt was evening and everywhere was cold. Isabella had dropped from a taxi and looked around widly. The environment seemed so serene, and she loved the smell from the gardens. It was a bursting rows of purple hibiscus and bougainvillea, and they appealed mostly to her. She had grown up admiring flowers in the way that her sister did. Their father had once worked as a Gardener before he ventured into ranching. They were lovers of flowers. She had wondered if this place was really the house of Jasmine. It seemed quite beautiful and peaceful. The modest houses where families found their peace but he stayed alone. She had delivered this thought to her mind, to make sense out of all she had said.She removed the paper from her bag which she had written the address. It was similar and her expression was awe. It didn't seem quite true to her because many things ran through her head. Isabella thought about how he could afford this luxurious house and the th
CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR'I felt so worried yesterday''What's wrong darling?He looked scarily into her eyes. They were still naked on the bed, but the blanket had covered a large portion of her body. Leo still looked at her, wondering if she was in a roundabout way talking about how he had sneaked into her room and had his way with her. He was calm and quiet, wondering where she was directing her worries to.'I followed Isabella yesterday''It remains a secret, I saw a man who clasped her hands into a corner''You followed me with your eyes''Yeah I just did, but didn't know what they did afterwards''Do you know who I saw''You know dear, I mean you worry much. It could have been an old school Friend'.'Really, I saw the man who tried to kill you that day:'Wait! You mean the guy that kidnapped you''Yes' 'Wait! What could she be doing with Isabella'Clara had come into recognition after she had exposed her sister. She was being over protective. She quickly diverted the topic and he wa
PROLOGUE'Why on earth is this place so dark?'Clara gently stripped herself naked while her black brassiere, pants wrestled from her broad shoulders and swirled downwards to the position of her knees; until it landed safely on the ground. She gasped slowly trying to catch her breath but she felt breathless still. Darkness was already forming tingly around her even though it was still early.Clara felt so heavy, so oppressive with the dark that she angrily flung the towel carelessly to the other end. It was her personal obsession with darkness. She felt something hit her feet, it was her stomach, she was also hungry but preferred to stay with only water maintaining her diet for the morning. She stood lazily beside the bathtub. Her eyes crawling all over the room trying to find something reasonable perhaps the switch to brighten the dark room. She did and the electric bulb at the top cast a soft glow on her face. Clara layed naked. Her white large breasts covered by the bobbling soap
CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR'I felt so worried yesterday''What's wrong darling?He looked scarily into her eyes. They were still naked on the bed, but the blanket had covered a large portion of her body. Leo still looked at her, wondering if she was in a roundabout way talking about how he had sneaked into her room and had his way with her. He was calm and quiet, wondering where she was directing her worries to.'I followed Isabella yesterday''It remains a secret, I saw a man who clasped her hands into a corner''You followed me with your eyes''Yeah I just did, but didn't know what they did afterwards''Do you know who I saw''You know dear, I mean you worry much. It could have been an old school Friend'.'Really, I saw the man who tried to kill you that day:'Wait! You mean the guy that kidnapped you''Yes' 'Wait! What could she be doing with Isabella'Clara had come into recognition after she had exposed her sister. She was being over protective. She quickly diverted the topic and he wa
CHAPTER TWENTY THREEIt was evening and everywhere was cold. Isabella had dropped from a taxi and looked around widly. The environment seemed so serene, and she loved the smell from the gardens. It was a bursting rows of purple hibiscus and bougainvillea, and they appealed mostly to her. She had grown up admiring flowers in the way that her sister did. Their father had once worked as a Gardener before he ventured into ranching. They were lovers of flowers. She had wondered if this place was really the house of Jasmine. It seemed quite beautiful and peaceful. The modest houses where families found their peace but he stayed alone. She had delivered this thought to her mind, to make sense out of all she had said.She removed the paper from her bag which she had written the address. It was similar and her expression was awe. It didn't seem quite true to her because many things ran through her head. Isabella thought about how he could afford this luxurious house and the th
CHAPTER TWENTY TWOIsabella face flushed through the sun in anger as she stepped out the taxi. Her feet felt so light, but her mind bothered around so many scary thoughts. She walked forward a bit in a bid to mourn her father and a thousand eyes gazed at her in curiosity. She could feel the silence of the sorrowful environment; and the sad music that sank into her heart. Isabella was dressed in a dark gown that has red rose attached to her breast. Every great personality in the city was there, even family members, but she felt throughly abadnoned. Isabella knew they came all because of the affluence of Leo.She arrived since but all eyes still followed every footsteps she walked up to his grave and dropped the flowers. Leo still held strongly to Clara who rested on his chest. She watched her closely with a kind of eye, that were filled with tears emotions. She wasn't sure about her intentions and had left her to moan for a while. It was this that infuriated Isabella having glanced at
CHAPTER TWENTY ONELeo had come to his office early that morning to sign some documents. It frustrated him to remember those things that Clara had saw him do. Isabella was callous on the day that they lost their father by getting him into one of her dirty behavior. He got tempted to apologise to her, and she wouldn't have listened, so he wrote a letter and the letter felt cold as his heart because she had refused to read it. He saw his last chance frizzling in the air. He knew things were dangerous with the romantic affairs with the two sisters. He didn't want to get involved in it. They had actually gotten into the fracas after the incidence at the Sushi restaurant. He knew they were after her live because of him. Isabella would surely be after her that moment he slapped her. It all went in the mingling horror of seeing Clara over Leo. It was the least she could think about. She had made several attempts but Clara had always escaped. Perhaps, she was strong willed. She wasn't awar
CHAPTER TWENTYClara sat in an arm chair with her eyes closed and her legs clutched together at the top. She cursed herself for all the moment, he didn't see him continually holding her hands, or hugging with the remark 'you are a darling'. This sensual love ran through the family for a long while. She wanted stayed a bit longer with him, to make her errs in whatever she has done in the past. She titled her head to the door, and all she saw were void images, and slowly leaping her hands to their air, with the winds wailing and winding all around. Clara missed her father and now there was no one to occupy that hollow that he had left in her heart. She longed for him, her emotions are becoming hollow, deepened by her soulful cries. She looked forward to the moment he would see Leo and would embrace him till her tears had filled his shirt. It came so clear to her, that he had become her only companion. She had seen the letter earlier before Isabella realised and had kept it a secret. H
CHAPTER NiNETEENLeo fell back slowly in his chair and his heart was heavy in a way that sent shivers rushing round his body. He took off his glass and sat up straight, to wipe the tears, still in his eyes. He had paused his lips for that quiet moment as the sad news of Sir Alfonso's death ran through his mind. His tears were slow and steady as he sat up straight piercing the blank paper with a pen. The fans still whirled in the celling but he already hung his suit. He felt this internal heat inside him and his tears led way for the rest of his emotion. The office was quiet sill, and the only thing that echoed was the whirling of the fans. He just held his phone and brushed aside the office files that occupied his front to the other end. It was difficult to accept that Sir Alfonso is dead. He was like a father to him and expected that he would see the blissful union between he and Clara. He put a call to Clara who he felt would be heartbroken, he is too, and his eyes looked tired f
CHAPTER NINETEENNanny had left the kitchen, in her usual apron, smiling brightly as she has always done. The feeling of warmness cloned her as if they were something more attached to it. She was the chef of The Dante before Sir Dante made her pregnant. Initially, it was an agreement, and she yielded since it was intended to make the family smile. She had borne this secret for years and the pain of Sir Dante's wife calling Leo son. She had to adapt, but it was not easy either. Before she left, she had told Clara to help her make the cookies that remained. She smiled, with a feeling that she intends getting something inside. And as she walked pass the door to the gate, she saw someone at one corner peering through the house. She wasn't sure who he was and he had never seen him before. And as she walked slowly, he came out of his hideout and dropped a letter on the gate. The gate keeper was inside, and he could probably not see it until he opened the gate. He ran off quickly as she tr
CHAPTER SEVENTEENIsabella needed a gun, and her tongue thirsted for liquor and cigarette. Her lips ran dry. She walked to get it from her bag and removed it She unzipped her cardigan and her eyes whirled round her room looking for her gun and remembered that she was drunk yesterday. Isabella sat on the bed thinking about those pleasurable moments with Leo. There was some tears that stood in her eyes but never rolled down. These tears rolled down from her eyes whenever she remembered that Clara is around him. She walked up slowly and looked across the window, sunlight beamed on her face. Isabella saw two teenager, and admired them as they walked together in the lonely street holding thier hands warmly. Isabella had wished that it was she and Leo, and that would encircle perfectly. She still had to get her gun, she had left them on the chair after being drunk, maybe her father had took it. She hitted the tip of the cigarette and the smokes died slowly. As she glanced across
CHAPTER SIXTEENLeo headed down the stairs from his room, with the door gently opened. He didn't want to wake her up, and if he did, he would desire to do it in a romantic way. He felt the need to walk silently through the room, peering through every slight corner. Clara still layed covered with the blanket, curling her hand and feet together. The night swayed romantic events in his mind, as he continued to walk slowly, smiling in his pyjamas. Clara eventually made him into something he could look and admire. She loved him deeply in the same sence that he does, but she is always cautious.Yesterday, she leaped on him and her skin felt heavy on his breast. His lips were hesitant to run round her nipple and she laid helpless moaning and leaping gently in the pleasure. His wagging tongue had reached almost every part of her body till she became wet. They were hoping not to wake Nanny Divine and Sir Alfonso, as she kept moaning all night. It was her first sex with him, but she wasn't