MasukSerene found herself being pulled inside His car. She didn't resist, because she knows its futile. She cannot escape from someone like Dante Volcov. She is scared to the point where she could feel her own heart pounding frantically. She didn't say a word, because that's what her father taught her in a bad way, not to speak unless spoken. If she ever spoke when she was not expected to, then he would beat her with in an inch of her life. But he always made sure not to scar her body.
'Scars would reduce your value' he used to say, as if she is not a person but a commodity. Rough fingers grabbed her cheeks and turned her head, so that she had no other option but to face the man beside her, her fiance, Dante Volcov. His dark gaze which felt like the pools of hell made her even more scared. His eyes are cold without any ounce of emotion there. Not even anger because of how she ran away. "Look at me when I am talking to you Princess, looks like Alexander didn't teach you well" Dante demanded coldly. She flinched at the mention of how Alexander used to discipline her. Dante didn't raise his tone, but the fact that he is displeased is clear. For whatever reason, he always called her 'Princess', even though its clear that she is just a mere puppet to her father, who is raising her to sell her off to the highest bidder. She shuddered with fear. This is the reason she ran away, because she doesn't want to marry a man who is whispered to be the devil himself. A man whom she saw pulling out a heart out of a living person. A man who is worst than her father Alexander Rivera, a man who scares the entire country with just a single glance. He pulled her head closer to his. Their faces are just a mere breath away from each other. She could see how dark his orbs are, and it only made her feel even more scared. Despite her fear, she still managed to speak, may be because she had a death wish, or she felt like its better to die than marry someone like her father, cruel and heartless. "I don't want to marry you Dante" she whispered softly. Her fear is clear in her eyes for him to see. May be he was not expecting her to speak at all, because she saw a flicker of something pass in his other wise cold eyes. "Too bad princess, you don't have a choice. Do you think you managed to stay hidden for so long? No, I allowed you to feel like you did. I found you just under a week. Times up Princess. Now we are going home. Take care of your stuff here. In one week, I will come back to take you away" he murmured with finality. Her eyes turned misty with unshed tears. She knows this man for the last fifteen years. Her father brought him home when he was just 16 years old. She saw him transform into a handsome man right infront of her eyes. His ruthlessness grow along with him, until he turned into the most feared man, whom even her father fears. He rose in ranks in the outfit, from a normal thug to the underboss and now the boss of the outfit. But she barely spoke with him. She was not allowed to speak with the opposite gender. He leaned closer and pressed his lips with hers. She wanted to push him away, she wanted to slap him. He is stealing her first kiss. But she stayed as still as a doll. Woman lack power or opinion in the outfit. They are just a means to an end. .... Serene walked back to her apartment which she shares with her friend Christy, looking as pale as a ghost. "Serene, where have you been? Do you know for how long i have been waiting for you here?" her Ex boyfriend Boris complained. He grabbed her hand, but she shook him off. "I thought i made it clear that we are done. Looks like you didn't understand. I am breaking up with you. We are done. Don't come here again" she spoke camly, but with finality in her words. After witnessing a man like Dante, dealing with Boris felt like child's play. While Dante scares her, Boris disgusts her. She remembered how she used to care for him, how she used to give him almost fifty percent of her salary to support his family when he didn't had a job. She was there to take care of him when he met with an accident and was hospitalized. She covered his hospital bills. Yet, despite all that, Boris cheated on her. One thing Serene hates is cheating. Her father cheated on her mother, the reason why her mother lost her life. Now, there is absolutely nothing left between her and Boris to discuss. "Serene, I know you are upset. But I was trying to secure our future. Do you know who she is? She is the daughter of Nelson Rivera. Do you know how powerful Alexander Rivera is? Nelson Rivera is his step brother, and Alexander Rivera adores Cindy Rivera. If we could make Cindy fall for me, we no longer have to live in this dump. We can live happily in luxury" he tried to justify what he did. But Serene couldn't help but smile sarcastically. While Boris was vying for fortune, she wanted peace. She never thought Boris is this kind of person. 'So Cindy is back' she thought. While growing up, Cindy never liked Serene, because Cindy always wanted to be in the limelight, but Serene unintentionally was always the center of attention. Alexander trained Serene to become his perfect puppet. And dear God, did she become perfect. Serene left ignoring Boris. "Serene, you are going to regret this" Boris muttered angrily before storming off.The next morning, Dante woke up to yet another call from his underboss. He was sleeping so peacefully, until that call disturbed him. "What is it Arthur?" he inquired sleepily, with a hint of irritation. He didn't bother to open his eyes. He is too comfortable to wake up. "Ahh, boss, you are sleeping?" Arthur asked with a hint of shock in his tone. Dante sighed with displeasure. "So what did you expect that I was doing so early in the morning?" he muttered. Arthur turned to look at the sun which is shining brightly. He then glanced at the grandfather clock which is ready to hit 10. He was under the impression that Dante might be getting ready for the day. But he didn't expect his boss to sleep this long. Usually Dante was always a light sleeper. He never used to sleep for more than a few hours at once. And definitely not until this late. So Arthur looked stunned. "Its 10 am" he told Dante hesitantly. On the other end, Dante snapped his eyes open when he heard the time. Imme
Dante was not sleeping. Not because he is still troubled. No, the storm in his mind and heart the moment his wife hugged him sweetly. Now he couldn't help but stare at her. Her eyes are closed, attracting his attention to her long lashes which he never noticed. She is sprawled on top of him as if he is her own personal bed. He didn't mind though. Infact, it's feeling so good to hold her like this, that he is worried that she might dissappear in the morning like a beautiful dream. He moved his palm up and down her spine lazily. Her skin felt smooth under her rough fingers. He noticed that she would turn red if he squeezed a little hard, just like a delicate doll, his doll. He is wondering why he never noticed how beautiful she is. Not just beautiful, she is breathtaking. The longer he is gazing at her, the more he wanted to keep looking. He could feel himself behaving like a weirdo while just looking at his wife like this. But damn if he could avert his gaze even if he wanted to.
"Dante" she moaned for more. He let go of her breast with a pop before meeting her gaze. Her eyes are dilated and her lips are a parted. Her face is flushed and she looked absolutely breathtaking. "I am sorry" he murmured softly. Confusion clouded her features. Before she could understand what he meant, he replaced his fingers with his rock hard shaft. His pushed past her barrier with one hard thrust and seated himself fully inside her wet heat. "Ahh.." she gasped as pain exploded her nerves. A single tear slipped past her lids. He kissed her lips gently, trying to help her adjust with his girth. Her breathing is choppy while she tried to adjust to his length. As the initial discomfort started to fade, she could feel him inside her. They are connected in the most intimate way possible. He didn't stop kissing her. He is trying to make her feel better in the only way he knows how. Slowly she moved her hips to let him know she is fine. Despite her assurance, he was still gentle
Serene was not sleeping well. These past few days, she got used to Dante's warmth. Now that she is alone, the bed is feeling cold and too big for her. She was never a touchy feely person. Mainly because of where she grew up in. Even when Boris initiated closeness or any kind of touch, she used to feel uncomfortable. All her life, she ate alone, slept alone, spent her days in a golden cage which scared and suffocated her. With Dante, everything took a 180. Now she couldn't sleep alone which was never an issue, and her preferred way of sleeping. She ate her dinner alone, mostly picked on her food. Without Dante and the sound of their cutlery, even gourmet meal tasted funny. She sat up after several failed attempts to sleep. That's when she noticed the figure standing alone in the dark balcony outside their room. Despite the darkness, she could identify that back anywhere. "Dante?" she thought with surprise. She couldn't help the excitement bubbling inside her stomach to see him.
Dante's hands are drenched with blood. His clothes are bloody too. A dead man is lying near his feet. The dead body is brutalized beyond recognition. Fingers are missing, knee caps are broken, limbs are out of shape, head is smashed to the point that the skull is completely out of shape. Dante tortured him with in an inch of his life before he was dead. Dante's eyes looked as cold as arctic. He looked terrifying. Even Arthur looked hesitant to approach Dante. The man whom Dante killed just now is a member of the Rivera clan. And he is also one of the persons who were involved in killing and violating his sister. Dante was small and helpless back then. He couldn't save his family. Its been ten years since he started weeding these scums out, one at a time. Neither Alexander nor Vincent or anyone in the Sylviana outfit could find out why their men started to dissappear every few months. These are the people who acted upon Alexander's orders and brutalized Dante's family. Vincent is his
In the Rivera mansion, Alexander is like a caged feral dog who is ready to bite the moment he is released. But the person he wanted to attack is not just anyone, but its Dante. “Vincent, I need to kill Dante before announcing Cindy as the heir. I need to make an example out of him. He is still alive after insulting me this badly. Everyone is laughing at my face now. If i don’t kill Dante, I don’t think we would win the voting. Already three outfits favour Dante. We don’t know whom the Montana outfit would choose. Either way, our chances are zero with Dante still alive. You don’t have to be subtle anymore. Go on a full blown attack. Announce 1 million dollars to anyone who manages to kill Dante” Alexander is desperate. Vincent smirked. This is the opportunity he was waiting for all along. Until then, they had to use people outside the Sylviana outfit, so that even if Dante suspected the attack was planned by Alexander, he wouldn’t be able to prove it. But now, after this, the Riv







