Double update! I've already got a gift for my granddaughter. I bought some milk and diapers. Also a doll house. I remember when my daughter was a child she always tell me to buy her a dollhouse. But I can't afford that time to buy her one, so right now, I would like to give my first granddaughter a cute dollhouse. Thanks to this platform and to my readers for making it possible. I dedicate this chapter to my readers: Shannin Gephart, Maris, Nance, and Linda Esquivel Palmer. Thank you, my readers.
DANTEI stirred in my sleep, a dream pulling me from the depths of unconsciousness. There she was, Anna, my love, my fated mate. In the dream, we were happy, complete. Our laughter echoed through the park as we spread out a checkered blanket, preparing for a picnic. The sun bathed us in its warm embrace, and I couldn't help but be captivated by the sparkle in Anna's eyes.As I leaned in to capture her lips with mine, a sweet taste of anticipation on my tongue, the dream dissolved like vapor. I was abruptly thrust back into reality, my eyes reluctantly opening to the empty darkness of my room. The dream always ended too soon, leaving me with a lingering ache in my chest. Anna was gone, stolen from me by the cruel hands of my own father.It had been six long, agonizing years since that fateful day. The day Anna's light was extinguished, forever leaving me in darkness. I saw it with my own eyes, the physical abuse she endured until her fragile body couldn't withstand it any longer. A par
DANTE I stepped into my private office, a space that reflected the aura of authority and power I had acquired over the years. The room exuded an air of sophistication, adorned with sleek, dark wood furniture and adorned with tasteful artwork. The scent of leather and freshly brewed coffee lingered in the air, creating an atmosphere of productivity and focus. It was my sanctuary, a place where I could escape the demands of the world and immerse myself in the intricacies of running the Rossi Group of Companies and from my father’s demands. Before leaving for the office earlier, I took a long, hot shower, hoping to wash away the weight of regret that seemed to cling to my soul. Water cascaded over my weary body, the steam enveloping me in its comforting embrace. As the droplets fell, I couldn't help but think of Anna, the love of my life. I wished I could have protected her from the clutches of my malevolent father, but alas, I had failed. Regret gnawed at my heart, a constant companion
Donovan Rossi, a man consumed by his lust for power and control, reveled in the happiness that had finally found its way into his heart. The former Lycan King and ruthless dictator, Donovan's dreams were coming true one by one. His foolish son, Dante, had stepped into the role of the Lycan King of the Black Pearl Pack and ascended to the position of CEO in the Rossi Group of Companies. It was a triumph that made Donovan's dark heart swell with satisfaction.For years, Donovan had despised Anna, the rankless mate of his son. Her presence threatened the carefully constructed future he envisioned for Dante. So he had taken pleasure in her suffering, torturing her mercilessly until she had succumbed to her demise. Now, with Anna out of the picture, Donovan could push forward with his plans to arrange a marriage between Dante and Darlyn, Leonora’s daughter. Donovan craved power like an addict craves a drug. The taste of authority was sweet on his tongue, and he wished in being at the top
Donovan's fury flared anew, his hands clenched into fists as he glared at the elder. But this time, he managed to restrain himself, swallowing the rage that threatened to consume him once more. He knew that further violence would only deepen the divide between him and his son, a chasm he desperately sought to bridge.His expression twisted in a mixture of frustration and anguish, Donovan turned away from the elders' scornful gazes. Deep down, he knew that their words held a glimmer of truth, a painful reminder that his control over his son's fate was slipping through his fingers.Donovan stormed into his home, the remnants of anger still coursing through his veins. He couldn't fathom how those elders dared to respond to him, he is a former Lycan King, as if his authority held no weight. Donovan's pride, wounded by their defiance, refused to accept a reality where his power and influence were diminished.As he settled into his bedroom, Donovan's thoughts drifted back to Anna White, the
Donovan Rossi, the former Lycan King, meticulously arranged a meeting with Darlyn Taylor. It was no secret that Donovan had longed to see his son, Dante, mated to Darlyn, a woman from a noble clan. The grandeur of his mansion served as the backdrop for this significant encounter, as Darlyn arrived promptly, her face etched with a blend of anger and annoyance.Leading her through the lavish hallways, Donovan guided her towards the sanctum of knowledge, his library. Darlyn's footsteps resonated with frustration, each one expressing her discontent. She did not hesitate to unleash her true feelings upon Donovan, the force of her words resonating with raw emotion. In an instant, it became abundantly clear that Darlyn was envious and filled with rage.With fiery eyes, she told her disgusts for Lyza Pressman, baring her soul before the king. It was evident that Darlyn detested Lyza to the very core of her being. She recounted how Lyza had managed to captivate Dante's attention within a singl
DANTEConfidently positioned at the front of the conference room, I assumed the role of the CEO of the Rossi Group of Companies and the leader of the Black Pearl Pack. The room was filled with individuals invested in our endeavors, eager to hear my monthly report. With poise, I began to address them, commanding attention with my measured tone.A simple click revealed the first slide, displaying our company's recent financial growth. My eyes scanned the room, ensuring a personal connection with each attendee, emanating an approachable aura despite my influential stature. I conveyed each point clearly and concisely, guiding them through the intricacies of the financial data.Seamlessly transitioning from one slide to another, the attendees followed my lead, captivated by my astute analysis and shrewd observations. My presentation testified to my profound understanding of market trends and my ability to make informed decisions resulting in favorable outcomes.Throughout the presentation,
DANTE"Hello, Leonora. How are you?" I greeted her, my voice filled with genuine warmth."It's been quite a while since we last met, Dante. Please join me tonight," Leonora's voice carried a touch of wistfulness.I let out a sigh. Seeing Darlyn was the last thing I desired, given the tumultuous history between us. However, I couldn't find it within me to refuse the kind-hearted woman who had treated me like a son. There was an undeniable respect I held for her."Will Darlyn be there?" I cautiously inquired, hoping for a negative response.Reassurance laced Leonora's voice as she answered, "No, Dante. It will only be Seth and me. Darlyn won't be here tonight. I didn’t invite her! I miss you dearly, my dear. It would mean the world to me if you could come."Her words softened my heart. I missed Leonora too, and the notion of reconnecting with her over a homemade meal was enticing. The magnetic pull of her warm presence and the love she exuded was impossible to resist."Very well, Leonor
Darlyn stormed into their house, her anger radiating from her like a storm cloud. Her eyes scanned the familiar surroundings, landing on her younger brother, Seth, who stood in the corner of the living room. Seth's expression remained indifferent, a trait that infuriated Darlyn even more. She had never been close with her brother, and in her eyes, he was nothing more than a major villain in her life.It’s been what? Months? Years? Ah, she couldn’t remember anymore.Breathing heavily, Darlyn marched up to Seth, her voice dripping with annoyance as she demanded to know where their mother, Leonora, was. Seth, ever the thorn in her side, didn't respond to her question. Instead, he uttered words that made Darlyn seethe with anger."Wow. Big sister, is that really you? It's a miracle you decided to grace us with your presence after all these years," Seth said, his voice laced with sarcasm. Darlyn's eyes narrowed, her fists clenching at her sides. Who did he think he was, speaking to his ol
DANTEThe weight of worry sat heavily on my shoulders as I stood there, my gaze fixed on the empty space that Lyza should have occupied. The minutes ticked by with excruciating slowness, each second intensifying my concern for her safety. It was as if the walls of the room were closing in on me, suffocating me with the uncertainty of her whereabouts.But between my frantic thoughts, a familiar voice cut through the haze of anxiety. Leonora Taylor, a respected figure within the pack, had arrived on time. Her concern was evident in the lines etched across her aged face."Dante, is it true? Lyza is missing?" Her voice held a mixture of worry and empathy, her eyes reflecting the genuine concern she felt for both Lyza and me.I offered her a tight-lipped nod, my voice carrying a heaviness that mirrored the turmoil within me. "Thanks for the concern, Leonora. But yes, she's missing. She didn't show up."The kindness in Leonora's gaze softened her features as she stepped closer. "I'll help y
LYZA “I know I owe you an explanation, my daughter, Anna,” Estella smirked at me. Daughter? What? A wave of emotions crashed over me – disbelief, anger, and a deep-seated ache that I couldn't quite place. The very core of who I believed myself to be was unraveling before my eyes. "I'm not Anna! I’m not your daughter! I'm Lyza Pressman!" I protested, my voice quivering with a mix of frustration and confusion. Estella's eyes bore into mine, an unsettling mixture of triumph and malice dancing within them. "No matter what you say, Lyza. I knew it. You can't lie to me. I know it's you, my always good daughter, Anna!" My fists clenched, nails digging into my palms as her taunts grated against my already frayed nerves. "Stop talking too much! And tell me the fuck you want!" I shouted, the words escaping my lips before I could even fully process them. She chuckled, seemingly unfazed by my outburst. "Well, you are right. But since I'm too generous, I will tell you the truth about yourself
LYZAI struggled against the restraints, my heart pounding in my chest as Estella's anger escalated. The fear and confusion were etched across my face as I desperately tried to make them understand that I had no knowledge of what they were accusing me of. But their relentless pursuit for answers pushed them further into darkness.Estella's grip tightened on my hair, yanking my head backward. The cold, hard drum pressed against the back of my skull, causing chills to run down my spine. My eyes widened in terror as I realized what they intended to do.The room fell silent, save for the sound of water dripping rhythmically onto the drum's surface. The tension in the air was suffocating, each passing second feeling like an eternity. Estella's cold eyes bore into mine, demanding a response that I couldn't provide."Speak, Lyza!" she hissed through clenched teeth, her voice dripping with venom. "Tell us what we want to know, or this drum will become your worst nightmare! Don’t make me mad,
DANTEI paced back and forth in the office, my eyes constantly glancing at the wall clock as each minute ticked by with agonizing slowness. Lyza was never late, let alone two hours late for an important meeting like this. Something wasn't right, and my worry grew with each passing moment.I tried to convince myself to stay calm, to trust that there must be a reasonable explanation for her absence. Perhaps there was an unexpected complication, a delay beyond her control. But the nagging sense of unease gnawed at me, refusing to be silenced by logic.I reached for my phone, my hands trembling slightly as I dialed Lyza's number. The sound of the dial tone seemed to mock me, a constant reminder of the unanswered call. I tried again, hoping for a different outcome, but the result remained the same—her phone was out of coverage.My mind raced with countless possibilities, each one more troubling than the last. What if something terrible had happened to her? What if she was in danger and una
LYZAThe door creaked open, revealing the silhouette of Philip, a chill ran down my spine. His face twisted into a sinister grin, his eyes gleaming with a malevolence that sent shivers through my already shaken form. He was the embodiment of a wicked antagonist, straight out of a nightmare.I strained to articulate my words, my voice trembling with a mix of anger and fear, but Philip merely chuckled, relishing in his cruel game. He taunted me, claiming he couldn't comprehend my muffled pleas. His laughter grated on my nerves, a twisted melody that underscored his malevolent intentions.With a twisted satisfaction, Philip removed the tape that had silenced me, his smirk growing wider as he allowed me to speak. I glared at him, my eyes burning with a fiery rage that demanded answers. This man, who had been a stranger just moments ago, had betrayed my kindness, exploiting my goodwill for his sinister agenda."How dare you, Philip!" I spat, my voice laced with indignation. "How could you
LYZAI made my way towards the meeting place with Dante, when a voice called out my name, causing me to turn in surprise. My eyes fell upon an elderly man standing a few feet away. His weathered appearance spoke volumes of a life filled with hardship and struggle. Yet, despite his disheveled appearance, I held no judgment, for I had learned never to judge someone based on their external circumstances.Approaching the old man with genuine curiosity, I offered a polite smile. “Hi! Is there something I could help you with, sir?” His eyes crinkled with a hint of warmth as he returned my smile. He mentioned feeling honored to see me in person and spoke of hearing favorable compliments about me within the Black Pearl Pack. “By the way, my name is Philip. I’m also a member of Black Pearl Pack. But my wife and I are just omegas,” Curiosity piqued, I couldn't help but wonder what he wanted from me. Was it merely a chance encounter, or did he harbor ulterior motives beneath his humble facade?
LYZAI am about to meet Dante today. The anticipation mingled with a deep sense of contentment within me. The smile on my face seemed to reflect the happiness that bloomed in my heart. Everything was falling into place, and I couldn't help but be grateful for the events that had unfolded."What if I tell Dante the truth?" I whispered to myself, my voice barely audible above the soft hum of the car's engine. The thought played like a gentle melody in my mind, twirling with uncertainty and hope. The mission given to me by the Moon Goddess had been accomplished, and justice had been served for Anna.But as I pondered revealing my true purpose to Dante, conflicting emotions tugged at my heart. How could I possibly leave this life, this newfound connection, behind? My heart had intertwined itself with Dante's, beating in unison, and the mere thought of walking away left an ache within me.Lost in my thoughts, the passing scenery blurred outside the car window, mirroring the whirlwind of em
Darlyn's gaze shifted from Philip to the elderly woman standing before him, and a wave of revulsion washed over her. Estella White, Anna's mother, bore a striking resemblance to a wicked stepmother straight out of a fairy tale. Her disheveled appearance and haggard expression only intensified Darlyn's disdain.Darlyn cleared her throat, preparing to introduce herself, but before she could utter a word, Estella's eyes widened with recognition. The woman's arms shot out, encircling Darlyn in a tight embrace. Darlyn recoiled, a mixture of disgust and irritation twisting her features."What are you doing, old woman?" Darlyn snapped, her voice laced with contempt. "A pathetic creature like you shouldn't dare to touch someone of my stature!”Estella's grip tightened, oblivious to Darlyn's disdain. A flicker of longing danced in her eyes, a deep-seated desire hidden behind her worn exterior. Darlyn couldn't fathom what could possibly draw such a woman to her, nor did she care to find out.Es
Darlyn stepped into the bleak streets of Ovion City, a place devoid of life and hope. The air hung heavy with the scent of despair, mingling with the lingering stench of poverty and desperation. Dilapidated buildings lined the worn-out roads, their weary facades telling stories of struggles and shattered dreams. The city seemed frozen in time, a forgotten corner where rogues and outcasts sought refuge.As she approached the White's home, the sight before her was even more dismal than she had anticipated. The house stood in disarray, its weathered walls and crumbling structure bearing witness to years of neglect. The roof sagged under the weight of time, its once vibrant color faded to a muted gray. The gate, rusted and crooked, gave an eerie impression of a barricade warding off unwanted visitors.A wave of revulsion washed over Darlyn as she stepped closer, the putrid odor assaulting her senses. She wrinkled her nose in disdain, but her determination remained unwavering. This rundown