All Chapters of The Bad Boy's Princess : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

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

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

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.

Mireille tucked her hair behind her ears as she stretch her hands forward to his flyer. She unzipped it, her tongue in between her lips. "Heavens." Dante groaned, tightening his grip on the wheels of the car. They were on an highway at the moment. Mireille's rubbed him through his briefs for a second before reaching into his briefs and letting his cock out. Her eyes glinted with want and lust as she wrapped her hands around his hard cock. Just like she expected, the head of his cock had some precum. Eagerly, Mireille licked the precum off the head of his cock. "Fuck!" Dante cursed as her tongue lapped at the head of his cock. Mireille shut her eyes and let her tongue lick right at the tip of his cock a couple of times. "You are doing so fucking good." Dante resisted the urge to roll his eyes back, let go of the wheels and just send his hands into her hair instead. Mireille slobbered his cock with her saliva, lubing his cock up before squeezing lightly at it and getting more

"Are you okay?" Dante asked, wrapping his arms around Mireille's waist. Mireille was standing by the window of their room, staring out at the night sky. "I am fine." Mireille mumbled but her tone didn't say the same. "You are not. What's wrong?" Dante pulled away and turned her to face him. "Belinda. I feel like there's something up with her. She sounded off when I talked to her earlier and when I asked her if anything was wrong, she said everything was fine but I doubt that is true." Mireille replied. "Do you want to go and check up on her?" Dante asked. "She said she is not home. She will be home tomorrow but I can't stop worrying about it. Belinda is usually happy and cheerful. It was so weird to hear her sound so sullen." "I am sure it's nothing much. She might just have a little issue. The both of you will talk about it tomorrow." Dante brushed her hair off her face, tucking it behind her ears. "I know, right?" Mireille sighed softly. "Yeah, I found the perfect la