All Chapters of A Deal With My Billionaire Husband : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

HELENA’SI hurried out of the house, to the corner and at this point the tears had already started flowing down my cheeks, so uncontrollably that my entire body shook with heavy sobs. It was the way Dante’s eyes sparkled when he looked at Julien, their resemblance was uncanny. They had the same deep intense eyes and gaze and I felt guilty that I had deprived Julien of his culture, but what could I have done, I was twenty years old, divorced, heart broken and in a strange country. I couldn’t tell them back home and I would be forced back – it was the only solution to give him away. Yes, it was selfish but it was the only way.I stood outside the house for more than ten minutes and I craved a cigarette, I was grateful that Antoinette hadn’t come to console me, I mean how awkward would that be. But a few moments later, I heard the loud creak of the door opening and in a few seconds Dante was beside me and when I looked at him he had a glassy look in his eyes.“I feel so guilty” I confess

DANTE’S POVThe chill of the night clung to my skin, slicing through the streets of Paris with a biting edge, yet it didn’t bother me. My mind was too restless, too wired with thoughts that drowned out the cold. I needed air, space…something to numb the onslaught of emotions that had torn through me in the last twenty-four hours. I hadn’t been able to shake the look on that boy’s face, those wide eyes that mirrored mine. My son—yet he wasn’t mine. It would have been easy to pin the blame on Helena, but what good would that do? I knew it was my own fault, too—shoving her away when she needed me most, all because of my loyalty to Gianna.A few blocks away, a quiet bar flickered with dim, welcoming light, almost out of sight. It seemed like the right place to disappear for a while. I slipped inside and took a seat at the center of the bar. The bartender poured my whiskey, and I held it, watching the way the amber liquid caught the dim light, swirling in the glass. Everything felt hectic.

HELENA’S POVI remember the first time I went for dance show with our aunt Mirabella, my mother’s ditsy younger sister whom my mother liked to refer to as untamed but in all honesty she was just very carefree and wild, always drunk and her hair always flew wild. I remember that night she had taken myself and Vivianna for a swan ballet show and it was my first time seeing ballet in real time. I was mesmerized, what fascinated me the most was the way they turned and spiraled around on their toe. How could human beings do that? I would wonder. I was curious, I wanted to do it, I wanted to dress up in that pretty dress and stand on one toe while my face shone and my hair sparkled.“Máma, máma. I want to be a dancer just like the girls in the show” I had screamed my mother’s ears off the moment we got home and she shot her sister a wiry look, but Aunty Mirabella already had her nose deep in a glass of wine.I didn’t rest until two weeks later when she had gotten tired of my whiny and enrol

DANTE’S POVI should’ve known when Matteo came bustling through the house, his eyes wide anger and the first thing he did was to grab me by the neck and punch me in the face, I should’ve known really there was a possibility he’d find out especially when they were people like Gianna who had a secret vendetta against me.“You knew – you’ve known all these fucking while and you didn’t say anything” he roared angrily.Yes I’ve know he’s been my brother, my blood brother born of the same father but different mothers. I was no different than him right now when my father had brought him as a little kid to the house and called him my cousin.“He’s your Uncle Felix’s son” he said that cold morning, strapping a gun to his waist“Who’s Uncle Felix?” I knew all my uncles but had never had met an Uncle Felix. ‘“He’s dead son, stay focused. You gotta take care of your little cousin while I’m out of the house, you hear me or I’m gonna shove my foot far up your ass and it’s going to hurt” my father

DANTE’S POVI sat at my desk, my fingers drumming against the polished mahogany surface, but the movements were mechanical. My office was a reflection of everything I had built—expensive, imposing, and meticulously curated. The floors were black marble, sleek and smooth, a stark contrast to the rich, leather furnishings. The walls were lined with floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a panoramic view of the city below, a sprawling skyline that I had conquered, piece by piece. A large desk sat in the center, stacked with papers, some awaiting my signature, others waiting to be shredded. On the far side, a shelf full of rare books and a handful of prestigious awards stood proudly. Everything was organized, controlled—except my mind.I’d been trying to focus for the better part of an hour, but the same damn thought kept swirling in my head. Matteo. The bastard had been quiet for a week, but his silence was more unnerving than any of the threats he’d made before. It was like waiting for a