ELOISE POV: I clasped my hand against my lips as I sucked in a deep breath. I shouldn't laugh but I can't help it. "What are you doing down here by this time of the night?" He demanded in a deep growl, and an amused smile curled on my lips, seeing how hard he tried to straighten himself and act cold towards me after I had caught him red-handed while doing the unthinkable! "Shouldn't that be directed to you?" I smirked, my arms folded across my chest as I walked up to him in the middle of the kitchen. "What are you up to by this time of the night?" "It's none of your business." He snapped, irritated. "Just turn around and take your nosey ass back upstairs to your bedroom. I wouldn't take it easy on you if anything happens to my child." He warned, giving me a tough glare as he balled his fists on the counter where he was making the sandwich. His knuckles were balled so hard that they turned pure white. That simple reaction from him could have freaked me out or terrifi
ELOISE POV: The following morning was warm and a bit cozy, just the perfect temperature for a morning walk outside in the Romano's residential estate. I was seated on a couch in the center of the living room with my leg crossed over the other, dressed in my usual maternity gown as I read through a fashion magazine and sipped on some glass juice to while away time since I didn't really have anywhere to go or anything much to do... But let me be honest, I had a prenatal class at the hospital but didn't feel like going. Besides, I was still very young in my pregnancy trimesters to be going to classes, right? I will just go some other time, too lazy for that right now... Suddenly, I heard some precise and deliberate clicking of shoes against the marble floor. Turning my head behind me to know who it was, my lips fell slightly apart as I took in his appearance the moment my gaze came in contact with him. He was dressed in a Charcoal grey suit and grey pants, with a crisply ironed
ELOISE POV: "I don't think you should come," I said, raising an eyebrow. "It's a prenatal class, after all. What would you be doing there?"He replied, his voice steady and calm, "I'll be watching over you, making sure you don't do anything stupid that might put my baby's life at risk." His words left me speechless, rendering any argument I had planned mute.I licked my lower lips, swallowing any potential arguments I had In mind down my throat as I murmured. "Oh, I see..." "Aren't you going or did you have a change of mind? I don't have much time to waste." His voice snapped me out of my thoughts and my gaze bolted up, only to find out that Mr. Romano wasn't where I had last seen him. He was currently at the exit of the house, about to step out as his back faced me. I hadn't even heard a thing when he walked past me. "Weird..." I murmured with a frown etched on my face but then shook my head as I quickly sprinted up to him. "What are you thinking, Eloise. My mind was definitely
ELOISE POV: It felt so sweet to watch him perform these exercises even though he was, without a doubt, struggling to do them. He looked really embarrassed and angry, like a cute little angry bird going on its first flight over the cliff, and I was very sure that he might be currently regretting why he insisted on coming along with me. If he had known that this was what he would have to do here, then perhaps he wouldn't have even spoken a word about coming here. Haha! It was honestly the best sight anyone present could behold right now because he was sulking damn bad but didn't want to say a word about it. I sometimes wonder what was going on in that head of his. He must've been cursing everyone present, especially me who forced or rather manipulated him into doing this with us. Watching him scowling and hissing with each passing minute was pure gold and entertainment. I praised him, my cheeks flushed, "You're doing great, okay? keep it up!" He shot me a hard glare, his eyes s
ELOISE POV: "I just don’t like incompetent service," Dante said flatly. But beneath that calm tone, I caught the sharp edge of annoyance and something else. Jealousy. I could practically smell it in the air."I’m sorry, sir. I’ll get your coffee right awa—" the barista, the same one who had winked and smirked at me earlier, began, bowing slightly.Dante raised a hand sharply, cutting him off mid-sentence."Keep the coffee," he snapped. "My wife and I are leaving. And you? Don’t bother coming in tomorrow because you wouldn't have a job by then. You clearly have trouble keeping your eyes off someone else’s wife so maybe it’s time someone teaches you a lesson."He stood, adjusting his suit with a calm fury that made my heart race as I stared at him. Then unexpectedly, he took my arm and pulled me out of the room without another word."You heard me earlier, didn't you? We're leaving," he gritted and I swallowed. "Or do you want to stay back and gawk on him some more? You could do that i
ELOISE POV:The drive back home was quiet as I stared out the window until I didn't realize when I slept off from fatigue due to the exercise performed in the prenatal class. Not to even forget that I was feeling mentally and emotionally drained from thinking too much about I and my child's safety and future. The fear that had managed to creep into my heart didn't let me find peace but I was glad that I found rest. The sound of the car horn and slamming of the door jolted me awake. My eyes snapped open as I was woken back in the present.Just then, I saw Dante striding across the parking lot after stepping out of the car. For a moment, I naively thought he was coming around to open the door for me but of course, I was wrong.Without a second glance, he left me sitting there, casually heading into the house. He acknowledged Claire’s warm greeting with nothing more than a slight wave of his free hand, the other tucked neatly into the pocket of his pants. He hadn't even bothered to gl
DANTE ROMANO'S POV:"I see calling you a brat is a much suitable preference for you. If that's what you want then that's what you'd be called. No more 'Mrs Romano' for you," I sneered, turning my head away and she bursts out, laughing louder than before."Yeah yeah," she waved her hand in the air as she tried to get serious by putting off that flushed, laughing cheeks of hers. "So now let's go down to the deal. Are you going to tell me what made you change or you'd choose the second option; which is to let me put on whatever outfit I love and prefer?" She arched an eyebrow at me. I glanced at her from the side of my eyes. "I would never put the comfort of my baby at stake, you should know that because it's comfort is forever non-negotiable," I murmured and then rubbed my palms over my face, frustrated of course because now I had to tell her what changed. I had to tell her what made me change my approach towards her and it was clear that she wasn't going to back down unless I tell h
DANTE ROMANO'S POV: He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose as he lifted his gaze to meet mine. "I'm sorry, Mr. Romano. But as your personal doctor who have been treating you for years now, I needed to go through some old files of yours, you see," he spoke professionally with an edge of fear in his voice. "I need to be sure of what I'm thinking or about to say before passing down any news to you," My brows furrowed at him as he explained. "What are you thinking and how is that any of my damn business?" I snapped, clenching my jaw and fists to hold back myself. "It is, Mr. Roma—" My fists landed hard on his desk before he could complete his sentence and he jolted, dressing his seat back immediately in fear when the hit left a crack on his table. My voice was hard, reflecting how irritated and impatient I was feeling at that moment. "I am demanding to know how my wife and child is, Doctor Roy. I don't give a damn about your stupid thoughts or assumptions, you hear m
DANTE'S POV:I’ve never felt better than I do right now.There was something incredibly satisfying about putting those arrogant bastards in their place, the ones who thought they could walk all over my wife without facing any consequences. And to top it all off, I finally made the announcement I’d been holding back for so long.I told the world I have a wife. A wonderful, sweet wife. Eloise.But I knew there’d be a price. The questions, the whispers, the headlines because yes, Eloise was married once before and wasn't treated right in her marriage. But so what? I don’t care, I never did and I won't start now. I've vowed to myself to be a better man for her...More than what that asshole could ever be. Let the media say whatever the hell they want. I didn’t invite them. I invited my business partners to celebrate the anniversary of my company and to introduce them to the woman who now stands beside me as my wife. That’s it.But of course, the vultures showed up anyway, uninvited, as
Eloise POV: I turned my gaze on both of them now, my fury razor-sharp."You let her—this conniving little witch—poison your mind against me without even giving me a chance. Not once did you ask. Not once did you care."I stepped closer, eyes locked on Regina."Yes, I worked in a brothel. But never—not for a second—as a prostitute. I couldn’t stomach that life. I didn’t last a week before I walked out and never looked back."I spat to the side, not bothering to hide my disgust."You judged me without knowing a damn thing. And now you want forgiveness?"I laughed bitterly. "Save your breath."Regina lowered her gaze, her voice barely above a whisper."You're right... and I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have been such a fool—""Enough."I raised a hand, silencing her instantly."Spare me the performance. I’m not naive. You’ve hated me from the beginning and never once saw me as part of your precious Ashford family.""Don’t speak to my mother like that, Eloise," Damien snapped, jaw clenched as he
Eloise POV: Dante didn't look like he was joking, he was serious. But was I expected to believe that? How could it be possible?I laughed, "Are you sure of what you're saying, Mr. Romano? How can my fertility drugs be switched with contraceptive pills? Who the fuck would do such a thing?" "I expected this," he said, massaging his chin. "I knew it would be hard for you to accept this truth. But that's the reality. And the fact that Damien knows about it makes it worse." My eyebrows furrowed, "Who did it? Who is the one responsible? Is it Damien?" I asked, my nerves growing tensed by the second with fury brewing in it. "Tell me, Mr. Romano! Who the fuck kept changing my drugs for a whole five mother fucking years that I had been taking it so I can be able to give birth to my own child!" "Vivian and Regina Ashford," He finally vomited it and my whole world spun, my mind reeling from the revelation. "W-what?" I gasped, my eyebrows knotting into a frown."Yes, Eloise. They connived to
DANTE'S POV: "ELOISE!" My mind screamed as I hastened my strides faster than even, dashing to the pool where I saw Eloise thrashing and struggling to stay at the surface of the pool, the water engulfing her over again."Help! Someone help!" She panicked, thrashing her legs and hands in the water while gulping down a mouthful of water. "Crap!" I cussed, my eyes full of worry but once I held gaze with the pregnant toad who was responsible for it, my brows furrowed instantly on her and fear flashed across her eyes.She began mumbling out words of explantation but I had no time for that."What the fuck is she doing in the pool?!" I demanded as a protective instinct took over my mind. I unbuttoned my suit and T-shirt and then splash followed. I cradled her in my arms, carrying her upward. I broke the surface, and she began gasping for air until it finally filled her lungs..Her eyes slowly fluttered open and I saw the fear, the tears in her eyes."Mr. Romano?" She whispered quietly, t
DANTE'S POV:ROMANO FAMILY HOUSE RESIDENCE...Earlier that evening..."If you're not willing to see my wife, then you can forget about ever attending the gala party that I am holding for my company," she gasped, surprised."What do you mean by that? It's your company, Dan! Are you going to stop your mother from joining you in the celebration of your success all because of a woman you just met one week ago?" She asked, and I took a moment, staring back at her, eyeball for an eyeball, before I flickered my gaze away a bit."Yes, I will. In fact, I am stopping you from ever attending any of my parties if you're still going to refuse to give her your blessings," I said decisively.She walked up to me, gently cupping both sides of my face in her palms, "What are you saying, Dan? You can't do this to your mother, son." I took a step back, knowing that she was about to emotionally blackmail me, but I had a motive for coming here, and I was definitely going to achieve that before I stepped r
Eloise POV:"What do you mean by that?" I demanded, glaring at her and she rolled her eyes."Don't act dumb, Eloise," She purred sweetly, walking around me like an angelic predator with a smile on her lips.She continued, "We both know that you have nowhere and no one to turn to so how were you able to turn up here without getting some help? Damien and I had been expecting to see you roaming on the streets by now, you know. Trying to get some daily bread of some kind," As she spoke, I kept glaring daggers her way. So this was what they both expected me to be doing? They wanted to see me begging on the streets. Lol, what more could I have expected from these retarded bastards. "You can't even fend for yourself without getting an help from Damien who is practically your EX-Husband, while I am now his beloved wife," she smirked, gently rubbing her belly bump...I saw and knew what she was trying to do. She was trying to open old wounds that were yet to even heal! She's rubbing the fact
Eloise POV:The driver pulled the car to a halt in the parking lot, where a lot of brand-new and expensive cars were parked. He came down from the car, swiftly went around, and opened the car door for me with a respectful bow. "Thanks, Gabriel," I appreciated as I stepped down from the car, my black heels clicking softly against the granite pavement.Gabriel was the driver's name. He told me when we were talking and engaging in tiny bits of conversation in the car. He was a sweet and funny guy but kind of average in height. His whole personality was an approachable and friendly one.I glanced around, scanning the parking lot, noting the high-end cars parked around me. The place reeked of wealth, including the people who walked around here. They were all high class with a proud and pompous looks on their faces; only a few were down to earth. But It was hard to imagine an average person ever stepping foot here.I couldn't help but wonder why Dante had let me come to such a place on my
Eloise POV:I trailed behind him as he left my room, his long strides hard for me to match.Not that I was really trying. Fear still clung to me, making each step feel heavier than the last as I bit down hard on my lips to hold myself together. After what had happened— the cold barrel of his gun aimed at my forehead — I couldn't bring myself to move any closer to him. Not anymore. Not after seeing this dark, dangerous part of him because something between us had shifted. In the week I had been living with him, I had never once thought I would one day see this side of him. At least not so soon. I had never imagined a moment like this would come because of the way he always cared and gave me more than everything I had asked for. Maybe he had always been right. He warned me not to let anything he does for me to get into my head but I guess that it subconsciously did get into my head in a way that I had began trusting him. I told Ivy not to worry because he didn't seem like a bad man
Eloise POV:"Are you alright, ma'am?" I heard Claire asked and a gulped down a mouth full of saliva."Y-yes. Yes, I am," I stammered out. "Please tell Mr Romano that I won't be having dinner. I'm still feeling full at the moment. I don't think I would be hungry any time soon so yea... He can carry on without me." Then there was another round of silence outside the door. My heart was beating really fast and my mind was going wild on the thought of how Dante might react to my refusal to join him. "What if he gets furious?" I thought. "He never jokes with my health because it could affect the baby too. What if he storms in here and pulls me all the way downstairs? He can tolerate anything but can't allow the health of the baby to be at risk for any dumb reasons. Especially one that is as dumb as mine...""I am sorry, ma'am, but I can't," Claire refused to tell him what I said. I was low-key expecting that from her. "He insists that you come out of your room for dinner. So please..." "