All Chapters of The Bad Boy's Princess : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

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

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

"Have a great day at work." Dante handed Mireille her handbag and she shot him a glare. It had taken minutes of argument between the both of them before Dante had his way and drove her to work. "Mireille." a lady called, getting the attention of both Mireille and Dante. It was Annette. "Hey, Annette." Mireille immediately moved away from Dante but Annette seemed to be awestruck by Dante already. "W-who is he? Is he your fiancé?!" Annette squealed in excitement. "Oh, he is not." Mireille replied quickly, not letting Dante talk. "Oh my! That just makes it better." Annette pulled her phone out of her pocket. "Can I have your contact, please?" She asked Dante, moving closer to him but Mireille was quick to get in between the both of them, a jealous look crossing her face. A smirk pulled at the corner of Dante's lips. He had intentionally kept quiet to see what Mireille's reaction would be and it was just as he expected. She was jealous. Leaning in close, Dante held her waist and

Note: This chapter contains violent scenes and elements of domestic and child abuse.Flashback Continues Dante's father was a man of few words and though Dante did not dislike his father, he hated the fact that his father seemed to always find ways to regard him as a weakling. Dante looked around at the unfamiliar faces who were following he and his father. He felt cold shivers run down his body at the hard look on their faces. They all finally walked into the dark room and Dante gasped at the sight in front of him. Three men were tied down and where bloody injured. They looked like they would give up the ghost anytime soon."Dad!" He gasped, his eyes widening at the site in front of him."Just be calm, Dante and act like my son.""Dad, why are these people hurt?" He asked. "They offended your dad. And so, I will be punishing them. Actually they stole from me so I am going to be teaching them a lesson and I wanted you to watch.""b....but dad, they look like they are going to fain

Dante remained curled up on the cold floor of the room where he had been locked up. He was clad in nothing but briefs and he felt cold but the cold was not his greatest concern at the moment. It had been five days without any food for him. All he had had access to was water to keep him alive but Dante doubted if he was even still alive at that point. At times, he just wanted to slam his head in a wall over and over again until he died. He had lived a life tortuous enough and he wanted no more of it, honestly. The door opened but Dante remained unmoved, thinking it was the man who delivered water to him. "I see you are still alive and breathing." It was his father's voice."A tough man just like me." Luca added and Dante wished he could scream at his father. The last thing he wanted to hear was that he was like his father in any way. "So?" Luca crouched in front of his son."Are you ready to join the mafia now? Or do you want to die in here?" His father asked and Dante let out a l