LOGINEMILY'S POV.
I was mad. So mad. But most of all, I was scared. I sat on one of the benches outside the lab, as I waited. They had taken a sample of my urine for analysis, to know whether or not I was pregnant. Pregnant?! How the hell did I even get here? One minute I was praying to be rescued from this marriage with Marco, and the next, I was praying to not be pregnant for a totally different man. Was my life a joke?! "Miss Collombo, your result is ready." I heard someone say above me, and I literally boiled. That damned name had caused me more harm than good. Collombo. I should have left when I could, but I couldn't let my mother rot away in jail. I just couldn't. "What does it say?" I calmly asked the lab scientist who stood beside me. She looked quite unsure, hesitant to tell me. In that moment, I knew I was fucked. "Ma..... you're three weeks pregnant." My entire body went cold for a second, before intense heat invaded me. I couldn't move or do anything else for minutes. At some point, my vision blurred and I thought I was about to collapse. "Miss Collombo?" She called in worry. "Miss Collombo are you....?" "I need to see the Doctor. Now." I managed to say, but it came out as a weak whisper. I tried to stand up from where I sat, but my legs failed me. "Let me help you please." She offered, and I placed my hand in hers. With her aid, I was able to stand to my feet and make my way to the doctor's office. With each step I took, my feet bounced with even more rage. How could this people alter the course of my life due to their own negligence?!! On getting to the doctor's office, I barged in angrily. I was about yelling at the top of my lungs, when I noticed the presence of a familiar person. He had his back turned to me, but I could still tell it was him. It wasn't even as if I normally stared at him long enough, to have memorized what his structure looked like. But I just knew him when I saw him. "That's the lady, Mr Ferrari. She is the one we inseminated." The Doctor pointed towards me. A thousand and one thoughts swirled in my head as Dante turned to look at me. Why was he here? Why was the doctor giving him information about the insemination? Could it be that....? No no no! The moment Dante's eyes locked with mine, they went wide in shock. "What is she doing here?" He turned to Doctor Luigi, who looked every shade of confused. "Y... yo... you know each other?" Doctor Luigi stuttered. "She is the lady we inseminated your sperm into, Sir. Miss Emily Collombo." Inseminated his what...?!! I already had an idea where all these was going, but hearing the doctor confirm it, made my stomach twist in knots. "She is what...?!!" Dante's voice boomed, making me shake in my spot. "This has got to be a joke." I whispered, my legs feeling wobbly again. I located the nearest chair and sat down on it. "And the results of the tests have confirmed that she is pregnant." Doctor Luigi added. Hearing that again, made my entire predicament seem even more real. With all the crazy events of today, It felt like my heart could give up on me, anytime soon. Immediately, the female Doctor who had carried out the procedure on me, came behind me and gently patted my back. "Are you okay?" She muttered into my ear. "Please breathe." Since this torturous episode began, it was the first time anyone cared to check on me. That alone made a huge ocean of tears well up my eyes. Oh God! Why was I always the unfortunate one? Why did my life have to be full of such complexities? For minutes, the office was silent. No one said a word, and I figured they were all thinking of a way to remedy this mess. I decided to think as well. Suddenly, a very reasonable idea came to mind. How about we made the entire situation disappear the very same way it came? This child couldn't remain in my belly for another single day. "I'm getting an abortion." I eventually said, making all eyes fall on me. "You wouldn't dare!!" Dante growled, kicking back his seat and closing the distance between us both. He stared down at me, a challenging glare in his eyes as he repeated his earlier words. "You wouldn't fucking dare, Collombo." I felt so small in that moment, but I refused to cower before him. "This is my body. You have no right telling me what to do." I bit back, holding his angry gaze. "Don't push me, Collombo." He warned. "Don't push me." "If taking control over my own life and body 'pushes you', then I'm sorry, because I won't do otherwise. I'm aborting this baby!" I yelled, not realizing when the tears dropped from my eyes. "I said you are keeping my damn child!!" He blew out in rage, punching the mahogany desk in Doctor Ferrari's office. I shook in fear, watching as he brushed his fingers through his thick hair. Alexa had occasionally mentioned that he had a temper, but this was the first time I was seeing him display it. "I'm sorry, Mr Ferrari." Doctor Luigi said, pulling our attention. "But in situations like this.... " He dramatically paused. "...only the mother has a say. She is the only one who decides whether or not, to keep her child." His voice was so low, and I knew that he had been scared to give that information. Dante Ferrari may possess the power to bring the high and mighty down to their knees, but I wasn't going to let him think I was weak. I aggressively cleaned off the tears in my eyes, and rushed out of the doctor's office. I wasn't sure if my next step of action was the right one, but something told me to go for it. I was going to tell Marco everything. He deserved to know first hand, what was going on. I had accidentally gotten pregnant for someone else, who happened to be his enemy. So the right thing to do, was let him know. A part of me was so sure he'd ask me to abort this child. I wouldn't blame him. I also wanted to abort it, because it would be the most insane thing to be married to one man, and pregnant for his enemy!! I got to the parking lot and hopped into my car. I hadn't an idea Dante had followed me out, but thankfully, he didn't catch up with me. His figure became smaller in my side mirror, as I drove off. All through my short trip to Marco's office, I prayed in my heart that this whole situation didn't escalate more than I could bear. On getting to Marco's company building, I used the elvator to his office floor, rushing past his secretary and getting into his office. If only I knew that this was just the beginning of a dramatic and frustrating day for me. There on his work desk, was a familiar looking lady who was bent over, as Marco pounded into her from behind. I may not have felt heartbroken, but I definitely felt very disrespected. His shocked gaze locked with my stoic one, before I turned and walked out of his office. Bastard.EMILY'S POV I headed back to my room after leaving Dante's, a small frown on my face. Most times he had me feeling so confused. Moments ago in his room, he was hot one minute, and cold the next. Why had he called me that? 'Ginger'. Argghhh!! He just had a way of stressing my mind out. In that minute, some nice dress idea flashed through my mind, and I found myself looking around for my sketch book. Almost immediately, I remembered all my items were back at the Collombo residence. I released a low sigh of frustration, before heading to the drawers attached to the desk in my room. When I pulled the first one open, I looked in to find nothing. Of course. I opened the second one and found the same thing. Finally giving up, I headed to the bed and picked up my phone from the stand. I opened the instragram app and began scrolling through the new posts and updates. After some time, the least expected video appeared on my feed. It was a video of Dante during a Live inte
EMILY'S POV I headed back to my room after leaving Dante's, a small frown on my face. Most times he had me feeling so confused. Moments ago in his room, he was hot one minute, and cold the next. Why had he called me that? 'Ginger'. Argghhh!! He just had a way of stressing my mind out. In that minute, some nice dress idea flashed through my mind, and I found myself looking around for my sketch book. Almost immediately, I remembered all my items were back at the Collombo residence. I released a low sigh of frustration, before heading to the drawers attached to the desk in my room. When I pulled the first one open, I looked in to find nothing. Of course. I opened the second one and found the same thing. Finally giving up, I headed to the bed and picked up my phone from the stand. I opened the instragram app and began scrolling through the new posts and updates. After some time, the least expected video appeared on my feed. It was a video of Dante during a Live inte
DANTE'S POV As soon as she stepped in, she turned to me and visibly blushed after seeing what state I had been. Something inside me pushed, fought to resurface. A need I wanted so badly to keep locked up, for as long as she had to be here. I had no business going down that lane with her again. But somehow, I found myself walking towards her, not halting my steps when I knew I should have. Somehow, her obvious nervousness made my mind soar with dark excitement. Finally stopping very close to her, enough to sniff in her soft scent, I asked. "What do you want, Ginger?" She looked up at me, not saying a word. She looked almost pocket-sized in that moment. She wasn't actually short, but was just the right height that made me a giant beside her. And just the right curves that could make my cock jerk at the thought of... Cazzo! This wasn't good. At all. Forcing myself, I took a precautionary step backward, and she released a deep sigh, clearly thankful for the little
EMILY'S POV It was already two long hours after I explained my current situation with Dante, and she still seemed to be in shock. "Madame Ferrari." She suddenly whispered as we walked out of the garden, making me burst into laughter. "Agatha, please stop already." "But that's what you are now." She insisted. "I'm sure you forget the part where this marriage is only until his baby is born." "But what are the odds?" She whispered. "That what?" "That he caught you pleasuring yourself roughly a month ago, and then put his baby in you few weeks after..." "Agatha!" I whisper-yelled, cutting her off as soon as my brain registered her first statement. I looked around to make sure no one heard her. She gave a sheepish smile, shrugging. Just as we approached the entrance of the mansion, Dante walked in. I released a low sigh, having not expected him to return right then. Agatha halted her steps immediately, and shot an awkward smile. "Good evening, Mr Ferrari." Da
EMILY'S POV As we stepped out of the car, Miguel and Fuergo helped us in with our shopping bags, while one of the maids approached us. "Good afternoon, Signora, Miss Alexa." She gave a courteous bow. "Good afternoon, Maria." Alexa nodded, looking at her expectantly. "Signora has a visitor." She informed, and I looked at Alexa in surprise. "I do?" I asked. "Yes. She said she is your cousin. Her name is Agatha." "Agatha." Maria and I said at the same time. "Oh, wow! Agatha is here." Alexa grinned. "I should say hi. Please where is she?" "She is at the relaxation spot in the garden." Maria supplied. "Alright." Alexa nodded, before looking at the shopping bags that Fuergo and Miguel had brought in. "Please get someone to take all of these to Emily's room." "Right away." Maria nodded, and walked off. Alexa and I made our way to the garden, and there was Agatha, busy scrolling through her phone and leisurely chewing on some snacks set before her. Just the
EMILY'S POV The waitress had just returned with our order, when Miguel and Fuergo returned. They took a table just close to us, looking around sharply. Their level of alertness always had me feeling so worried. "Don't worry, Em, no one is coming to hurt us." "The recent game of catch that the Russos and your brother played with me, makes me beg to differ." I sighed, remembering how I was tossed from one mansion to another. Locked up and weak. "I understand." Alexa whispered, her face falling slightly. "You have every right to hate him." "I definitely don't hate your brother, Alexa." I whispered, dipping my fries into the ketchup sauce and eating it. "I just..." I paused, trying to find the right words. "I just hate how much control he thinks he has over me." 'Definitely not when it comes to sex', my subconscious mocked, and I swallowed hard. I thought I had warned this stupid mind of mine, to stop thinking about that incident?! "Dante can be quite... possessive







