“Goodnight, Mama.” Leon yawned and snuggled close to Nathan, who was already asleep on the bed. “Goodnight, babies.” I kissed their foreheads and draped the duvet cover over their shoulders. Leon shut his eyes and went out like a candle. “Come on, Michael, you should join them.” I turned to my last son, standing at the end of the bed with his hand crossed over his chest. “Nooooo, I don’t want to go to sleep now.” Michael pouted, shaking his head. “I want to wait for Papa.” ‘Of course he’s waiting for Dante.’ I sighed and rubbed my temple. He had been asking for him all through the day. Will Papa join us for dinner? When will Papa be back? Do you think Papa will like my new room? I wonder what gift Papa will buy for us. Papa! Papa! Papa! Ugh! He barely knew the man, yet he was all over him. “Michael, you know it’s past your bedtime.” I shifted close to him and sat on the bed. “And I don’t think your Papa is coming home today. It’s already late.” “But Nonna said he was comi
‘I’m lost. Aren’t I wonderful? I huffed, stomping through the hallway with my paper and pen in my hand.It’s been up to ten minutes since I left my room, and I had no idea where I was or how to get to were I wanted to go.‘Couldn’t he go for a smaller, simpler house? Why did he have to live in such a large building? Does he even use up to half of the facilities? I swear, I just can’t understand how rich people spend their money.’I halted before a beautiful black and red painting. The colours were deeply intertwined in such a chaotic way that it drew me in. It screamed danger, and fear, and void.There was only one thing that made my futile journey a bit enjoyable– the art pieces that were hung on the walls. I hadn’t paid attention to them when I walked through before, and I wish I had.They were beautiful. And very scary.At least there was finally one thing I was a hundred percent sure about him Dante. The man loved art.The various paintings, almost covering every inch of the wall,
‘What am I going to tell him? Hey, I think you should return the dog because I’m jealous that you’re giving my sons everything I couldn’t give them, and I’m afraid they are going to start loving you more than me. Heck no. It already sounds cringey in my head. I can’t imagine how much cringe it will be when I say it out loud.’“Never mind.” My shoulders dropped. It was pointless saying anything to him when all the ideas I had in my head were garbage.“Are you sure?” Dante eyed me like the answer was engraved on my skin, and I squirmed in my spot.There was no way to express myself without coming off as a fool. My mind was going haywire trying to form a proper sentence.And his stare wasn’t making matters better. If he continued looking at me like that I was going to burst. I needed a quick distraction from all this thinking.My gaze wondered around for something to derail our conversation.The little dog sniffing at the stairs caught my attention and a small smile made its way to my li
“So you’re worried about how much money I’m spending on the boys?”Dante interpreted the blunder I had said.“Well… not exactly, but something like that.” I slowly nodded.I might as well go with what I said since I accidentally blurted it out like a fool.But on the bright side, I won’t have to tell him I was jealous of his budding relationship with my sons.And this was another important issue I needed to address. It was a win-win situation.“You’ve given them a life far different and better from the one they lived before. You picked them from having nothing to having… everything. Which I’m grateful for. But… I’m afraid they’re going to get too used to having everything they wanted. I don’t want my kids going up to be spoilt rich brats who think they can get whatever they want.”My fingers twiddled with the hem of my shirt.“I’m not saying it’s wrong for you to spend on them, but please, can you curb the excesses? Even if it’s a little bit?”I cast him a hopeful gaze, praying he wou
“Mama!” “Mama!” “Mama! Wake up!” The duvet slid from my shoulder, and I grabbed it before it was completely pulled away from my body. “Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!” There was a not-so-gentle tap on my arm, and I held back a groan. ‘Just ten more minutes, please. Just ten more minutes to sleep before I’m forced to function.’ I rolled and snuggled into the duvet. There was a small bark, and something wet and squishy ran over my face. “What in the world?!” I squealed, jerking up, and I rubbed my hand on the slimy substance on my skin. Leon, Michael, and Nathan jumped into my personal space wearing large smiles that told me they had seen Dante’s present. “Mama see!” Michael squealed, and Leon lifted Yuki, almost shoving her in my face. She barked, her tail wagging, and gave me another lick. “We found a dog sleeping on our bed, can we keep it?” Leon asked. “I don’t know can you?” I mused and tapped my chin. “Can we? Can we?” Nathan bubbled. “You could if you promised me two th
“Oh.” It was like a bomb went off in my heart, disintegrating it into dust. ‘Of course it wouldn’t taste good to him. Alice was right. I should have listened to her advice and refused the offer, but I just had to reach for something that was far beyond me. Now I’ve succeeded in disgracing myself.’ Tears pooled in my eyes, and I bowed my head. ‘I’m such a fool. A very big fool.’ “I haven’t finished my statement yet, and you’re already depressed.” Dante clicked his tongue. Irritation was laced in his word. “Look up and let me finish.” My head remained bowed. He had already said the worst. What more did he want to add? The stool scraped against the floor, and his shoes came into my view. Fingers held my chin and forced my head up. “Let me go.” I grabbed his hand and tried pulling it away before my tears came pouring down. I didn’t want to cry and humiliate myself more than I already did. “Listen to me,” Dante growled, and his grip on my face held it up, allowing him to see my t
It was a fricken library! A fricken magnificent abysmal library! I took a tiny step in– afraid it would disappear like a dream– and breathed in the glorious smell of books. My head was light and airy, like I had taken some weird drug. Large, gothic, and intimidating bookshelves covered almost every inch of the wall and touched the ceiling. Filled with books of different colours and sizes. In the middle of the library were two sofas, an office chair, and a desk. Sunlight filtered through the stained glass of the small dome above and through the windows. That, along with the cryptic painting and statues, gave the room an unearthly yet cosy aura. The lamps hanging on the walls were bright enough to read under without ruining the mystic vibe. It was a kind of library I had never seen before. It spelled out the taste and nature of its owner. And it was perfect. The urge to lunge at the bookshelves, stack up an unhealthy amount of books, and read till I dropped burned under my skin b
Carla Abel: Go back to what ever he.l.lhole you crawled out from you wh.o.re Vivian Salazar: F.u.ck you bi.t.ch I hope you die. F.u.ck you pwhesttsBkn xydshyrdhylvza🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬 Greg James: 🤢🤢🤮🤮🤮 How could Dante choose this thing over Laura? She’s so ugly I think I’m going to be sick just looking at her 🤮🤮🤮🤮🤮 Monika Anderson: I will never forgive you for what you did to Laura. I proudly stan Laura: I feel so bad for Laura😔. After she finally managed to recover from her heartbreak now this 😔😔😔💔 Sasha Oregon: SL.U.T. UGLY A.S.S H.O.E. WH.O.RE. P.I.G. GOLDDIGGER. Nicole Mark: You can have her man, but you can never be her. Sugar Queen: Watch your back Olivia ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️ Chi Chi: Golddigger. We know you just want Dante’s money. Tbh, I’m sure those kids aren’t his, she probably picked them from somewhere. What some girls won’t do for money. ~ ‘Why? Why so much hate