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:She stared at me for a while, not saying a word and looking shaken by the sudden question I asked. She seemed to be conflicted on what to say; which sort of gives me an answer to my question but I didn't want to make assumptions without confirming things first. I raised my eyebrows as I pressed once again. "Do you?" She jolted, her eyes nervously averting away from my scrutinizing gaze. She stammered, "Ah-I don't know. I have never gone by that name, and I don't think I know anyone who does . Why do you ask? Is there something..." I scoffed. I wouldn't buy such lame lies. It wasn't convincing at all and I must confess that she's such a terrible actress when it comes to feigning clueless."No, forget it," I said flatly. But that wasn't the end. I will find out the truth through one way or the other. A knock hit the door and I darted my gaze to it. "Sir, Mrs. Romano's dinner is ready and served on the dinning table," I heard Claire inform from outside the door. "Is
Eloise POV: "Sir, may I come in?" Claire’s voice came from just outside the door. "Yes, you can," Dante replied, his tone casual and unreadable. Claire entered, pushing a food trolley stacked with a variety of healthy dishes. She wheeled it silently to the side of the bed and began arranging the plates on the master-table with care, something she was used to doing after serving the Romano's household for many years. "You can leave it. I’ll handle the rest," Dante said flatly, arms folded over his toned chest as he leaned against the wall. Claire paused mid-motion, clearly taken aback. It was unlike of him to take over such a task, and the surprise showed in her widened eyes. For a brief second, she stared at him, processing the shift in routine. Snapping out of it quickly, she averted her gaze and straightened up, nervously wiping her hands on her dress. "Ah—yes, Sir. I’ll be on my way now," she said, stepping back and leaving the rest untouched. Once Claire was gone, Dante m
Eloise POV: Beautiful? I didn't expect to hear such compliments, at least not from him. But hearing it now, I realized why he had his eyes glued to my lips earlier. He found it beautiful. But what's so special about it? It's just some pale plump lips with no touch of lip gloss on it. I don't see what's so special about it. I mumbled softly, "Oh, I see." My forced smile barely reached my eyes. "Thank you," I added, placing the napkin back on the trolley.As I watched him return to the bed, our eyes locked, and I suddenly forgot how to breathe.He climbed onto the bed, the mattress groaning beneath his weight as he closed the distance between us, never breaking eye contact.My breath caught in my throat. "Ah—what are you doing?" I stammered, my heart racing and hammering against my ribs as I instinctively shifted away from him.A wave of panic hit me. What is he up to? Why is he getting so close? Please, don’t let it be what I’m thinking…I tried to keep my voice steady, but the ner
Eloise POV:Dante's whole body stiffened before me after I had pushed him away.He stared down at me as my chest rose and fell, the temperature of the bathroom suddenly running cold, the running water from the faucets piercing my ears, and goosebumps began prickling my skin.I shivered as I stepped back away from him. Shaking my heard, I whispered to myself with tears brimming my eyes, my gaze dropping on the floor of the bathroom."I-I shouldn't have. This is wrong. What were you thinking, Eloise? What was I thinking? I was about to be a fool again. How could you?! Why can't I get a damn grip on my emotions?! Why do I always succumb at the slightest care and attention that I get?" I cried, sobbing as I drew back.Then I noticed Dante's approach to me but I stopped him right awat with my hand in the air before he could come any closer. "No!" Something flickered across his eyes but I didn't care to know what it was. "Don't get any closer Mr. Romano. I am an idiot, right? I know you d
Eloise POV:Dante had a long, irritated face on him as I laughed my heart out, his jaw clenching and unclenching. He seemed to be unable to bear my annoying ass any longer, so he gave me a hard glare before exiting into his dressing room. Once he went in, I quickly tossed the covers off my body and picked up my phone that I had noticed earlier on the bed side table to make a phone call to Ivy. I was already imagining the whole scenario in my head, how Ivy would be so stunned at first and then she breaks out into a loud uncontrollable laughter. It would be such a humorous gossip to share with her, especially when it has to do with him...Mr. Romano. No one would have ever guessed that this man could be such a joke. No one at all!And I bet that she would never have expected this from Dante because of how everyone got easily scared of him due to his history with being unforgiving, ruthless and commanding. Now that I thought about it, I realized that It's been quite long since we spo
Dante's POV:I knew my actions, my tone, and the way I reacted around Eloise were confusing—too complicated for her to fully grasp. But what else was I supposed to do?I needed her close. Right beside me, where I could keep an eye on her. Where I could protect her. I couldn’t let history repeat itself and put the both of them in danger. No way. Still, I didn’t want her to misinterpret the care I showed. I didn’t want her reading too much into the attention, thinking it meant something... softer. It wasn't the right time yet. I just needed clarity. I needed to be sure of my assumptions because even the doctor wasn't sure. Was Eloise really Emma? The same girl who saved me five years ago?Because if she wasn’t Emma and I let her in, let her see a side of me I never show, only to find out she was someone else entirely then that would destroy me.All the time. All the energy. All the fucking emotions. Wasted.I took out my phone from my pants and quickly typed a text."Any updates yet?
Dante's POV:Surprised? No. I was actually stunned.I knew apologizing would be hard, but I didn’t expect it to feel this fucking impossible.Maybe I could’ve just said, “I’m sorry, Eloise.” Simple. Direct. It would've been the smarter move. But I never did that—not really. The last person I remember apologizing to was my mother, and that was years ago.And now… Eloise. I was about to make an exception. Not because I suddenly became good at saying sorry, but because I had no other choice. She needed to calm down, to come back into the bedroom and rest. All this running around...this stress...wasn’t just hurting her. It was putting the baby at risk. My baby at risk. I was left with no choice but the follow her around like a puppy going after it's momma's boobs and wincing. "God dammit, could this get any worse by the way?!" I drawled, palming my face before I went after her I found her in the parking lot this time around, crouched down and hiding behind my Mercedes as she tucked her
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..." "
Eloise’s POV:As soon as I stepped into my room, I slammed the door shut and leaned against it, my breath ragged, chest rising and falling like I’d just run a marathon even though I made sure to not make Tears pricked at my eyes, threatening to spill as I clenched my fists.Keeping up this act, this façade of cold indifference, of not giving a damn... it was exhausting. Pretending I wasn’t crumbling inside, retreating into silence by locking myself away in my bedroom just to avoid slipping up and showing how I felt or the fact that I still wanted to believe that he still cares for me… It was hell. But I had no choice. If I wanted to protect my heart, I had to keep playing this role. I had to stay guarded, had to keep pretending I was untouchable and didn't feel lonely inside.I needed to stay the fuck away from him because no matter how much it burned inside.No matter how much I missed our conversations, the teasing banter, the way he’d glare at me silently when I pushed his butto