Se connecterElena’s POV
How? How could he know about it all along? He already knew about the child I had been desperately trying to hide.
“How would you know about her?” I asked, panic creeping into my voice.
Dante didn’t answer immediately. He simply stared at me with that unreadable expression.
My heart pounded even harder.
“Dante…” I whispered his name. “How did you find out?”
He slowly picked up the photos from the table and looked at them before turning his gaze back to me.
“You really thought I wouldn’t find out?” he asked.
I still couldn’t recover from it. My breathing became uneven after everything he had said to me. After all this time, hiding my daughter still wasn’t enough to keep the truth from him.
As I slowly tried to compose myself, I thought of something crazy to say to him—something I knew I would probably regret.
“Yes, I have a daughter… but she’s not yours,” I said without breaking eye contact with him.
He just stared at me for a long moment before letting out a quiet laugh.
“Is that what you’re going with now, Elena?” he said.
I couldn’t help but feel my heart sink. I needed to do this to keep my daughter safe and far away from his Mafia world.
“Because, Elena…” He then placed a document on the table. “I already had a DNA test done.”
Those words shattered my world.
How could I get out of this place?! This situation was killing me.
“Dante, I wasn’t here to talk about my daughter… I’m here for you to sign the divorce papers,” I said desperately, placing the divorce documents on top of the DNA results.
Dante then looked down at the divorce papers, then at the DNA results underneath them.
For a few seconds, the whole room was completely silent. I could hear nothing except the sound of our breathing.
“You came all the way here just to ask me to sign these papers?” he finally asked.
“Yes,” I replied directly.
“After disappearing from my life for a year?” he asked again.
“Yes, Dante,” I said, clenching my fists.
He picked up the divorce papers and slowly flipped through each page. I watched every movement he made, desperately waiting for him to sign.
But then he stopped at the last page.
“Do you really think signing this will make everything disappear?”
I frowned.
“What does that mean?”
He placed the papers back on the table and looked towards me.
“Do you think I would let you go just like that? You know what kind of person I am, Elena,” he said.
His words made my whole body freeze.
I just looked at him, unable to find the right words.
Dante slowly leaned back, his eyes still fixed on mine.
“You left me once,” he said quietly. “You disappeared and took something from me that I didn’t even know existed.”
My heart dropped.
“Dante…”
“But you’re not going to disappear again,” he said, which made my entire body go cold.
He picked up the DNA results and held them between his fingers.
“Not this time, Elena.”
I swallowed hard.
“What are you going to do?” I asked him.
A faint smile appeared on his lips.
“I think you already know the answer to that question, Elena,” he said to me, a smirk forming on his lips that made my whole body shiver.
I don’t know what I am feeling right now, but everything we talk about makes me dizzy. In a few seconds, my eyes darkened, and I held onto the thing that was close to me.
My whole body weakened, and then the last thing I remember is his voice calling my name.
“Elena!” he said, his voice filled with panic.
I tried to hold what I was feeling right now, but my body betrayed me completely.
I woke up in a familiar room, my head was hurting a little, and so was my tummy. That’s right, I forgot to eat my breakfast. God, I’m so not an adult person.
I heard some voices nearby talking. At first, they sounded muffled, and then, after some time, they became clearer.
“How is she?”
That’s Dante’s voice asking a person outside. My heart slowly beats like there is a wild lion inside my heart.
“She’s still unconscious, Boss,” said the other voice of a man.
The door slowly opened, so I pretended that I was still unconscious. I heard soft footsteps coming towards my place, and then I heard his voice.
“You’re still as beautiful as the first time our family met you,” he said.
My heart couldn’t stop beating upon hearing those words, and then he softly touched my cheeks and my chin.
“You’re so stubborn, wife,” he said, laughing softly.
That endearment that only he can call me with… I want to be strong and be different from that lady he knew before. But hearing him say those words makes me soft.
For a moment, I wanted to open my eyes and look at him to see if the tenderness in his voice was real or if I was only imagining it before.
Then I heard him stand.
I thought he was going to leave.
But instead, he walked toward the door.
“Boss?”
I heard the same man from earlier speak.
“Yes?” Dante answered.
“Everything has been arranged.”
My heart suddenly started beating faster.
“Good,” Dante replied.
“What about the little girl?” his man asked him.
My entire body froze. Little girl? My daughter?
I wanted to open my eyes and stop them, but I forced myself to remain still.
Dante was silent for a few seconds.
Then his voice came, calm and dangerously low.
“She doesn’t know anything yet.”
My heart nearly stopped. What were they talking about? Is it my daughter?
“Should we bring her here now?” the same man asked Dante.
I was waiting for his answer. I hoped he wouldn’t touch my daughter. I want her to be free and fear no one.
“No,” he said.
That answer made my whole body feel relieved and made me breathe calmly.
“Not until my wife wakes up,” he said with authority.
A couple of seconds after I heard that the other guy was gone, I slowly woke up, and the first thing I saw was Dante calmly looking at me.
“Maybe it’s time I tell you, wife, how long I’ve known about our daughter, Jade,” he said.
Elena’s POVThe word hung in the chilled air of the penthouse like a butcher’s blade suspended by a thread.Bastard.The whisper of my daughter’s faint, fragile breathing behind the mahogany door seemed to instantly vanish, drowned out by the thunderous roaring in my ears. Five years of starving so Jade could eat fresh fruit. Five years of sleeping light with a serrated knife tucked under a thin mattress, flinching at every passing pair of headlights, scrubbing blood and soot off concrete floors just to buy her a winter coat. And this porcelain serpent dared to brand my daughter a bartered trinket.My hands clenched into tight fists, fingernails cutting crescent moons deep into the palms of my hands until the sting grounded me.Laura lingered just past Dante’s shoulder, basking in the venom she had spat. Her lips remained curved in that glossy, razor-thin smirk, perfectly painted crimson against bone-white skin, daring me to shatter beneath the weight of her pedigree. She expected a c
Elena’s POVThe lock clicked shut behind me, the sound tiny and pathetic against the velvet hush of the corridor.My spine went rigid against the dark wood of the door. Dante didn't shift in the armchair. He didn't lift the gun resting against his thigh, but the sheer weight of his presence held me pinned to the threshold as effectively as iron chains. In the amber wash of the hallway sconces, his eyes were sunken, dark hollows gouged into bone, burning with a lethal combination of grief and cold, predatory calculation."Five years, Elena," he murmured, his voice scraping low like grinding stone. "I tore cities apart looking for you. I spent three months drowning the docks in blood because I thought one of my rivals had buried you in concrete. And all this time... you had her.""I had to protect her," I whispered, the words trembling off my lips, useless against the immense shadow of his rage. "Look at what happened tonight, Dante. Look at what Lorenzo did! That is your world. That ha
Elena’s POVA high-pitched, deafening ring tore through my ears, drowning out the hum of the penthouse’s ventilation, drowning out the frantic, ragged cadence of Dante’s breathing, drowning out everything except that single, unbearable truth.Mommy? Daddy?Your daughter was so sweet to show me the private code.My knees gave way. I didn't fall to the floor only because Dante’s arm shot out with the speed of striking iron, catching me around the waist and hauling me upright against his chest. His skin was burning, scorching through the thin fabric of my shirt, but inside, I had turned completely to ice."Don't touch the lock," he commanded, his voice barely a rasp. It was stripped of its thunderous roar, replaced by a razor-thin edge of raw, lethal terror."Dante—she's out there," I gasped, my fingernails digging into his forearms, drawing thin red crescents against his skin. "Jade is out there with him—""I know.""Open the door!" I choked, shoving against his chest with every ounce
Elena’s POV The breath dissolved in my lungs. The underground garage felt suffocating, the cold air suddenly too thick to pull in. The man in the charcoal suit took a deliberate, measured step toward me, his leather shoes clicking against the slick concrete. Behind him, the two guards shifted in tandem, blocking the headlights of my car. "Back up," I managed to force through numb lips, clutching the strap of my duffel bag like a lifeline. "Dante—" "Dante is upstairs, convincing himself he’s still in control of you," the man interrupted, his tone sickeningly polite. "Which makes this the ideal window for us to have an uninterrupted conversation." Before he could close the distance, the heavy iron door of the fire stairwell behind me burst open with a deafening bang. Dante didn't just walk out he moved like a predator hunting blood. He was still in the dark sweatpants, a hasty black coat thrown over his bare, scratched chest, his eyes burning with a lethal fury that made the concr
Elena’s POV Mine. The word didn't feel like a promise it felt like a brand, searing straight into my skin until I could barely breathe through the smoke of it. It settled heavy over the wreckage of the bed, demanding a surrender I had already handed over in the dark and one I knew I had to rip back the second the sun burned through the curtains. Dante’s arm was an iron bar clamped across my ribcage. His chest rose and fell against my spine in slow, heavy, triumphant beats. He smelled of sweat, sandalwood, and the raw, undeniable proof of what we had just done. He was comfortable. Settled. As if breaking my body down until I begged had somehow stitched together every lie, every betrayal, every shattered piece of our history. As if a few hours of blinding pleasure could undo the past. I lay completely still, staring at the dust motes suspended in the pale morning light. Every inch of me throbbed. The ache between my thighs was a sharp, pulsing reminder of how easily I gave in, how
Elena’s POVThe first thing I felt when I drifted back to consciousness was the heavy, suffocating heat of the duvet and a dull, pulsing ache between my thighs. My body felt heavy, almost fragile, as if the events of the previous night had physically rewritten the way I functioned. I shifted slightly, and a low, satisfied hum vibrated against the back of my neck. I didn't need to open my eyes to know who it was. The scent of sandalwood and raw masculinity clung to the sheets, enveloping me in a cocoon of his presence.I tried to stretch, but a strong arm tightened around my waist, hauling me backward until my spine was pressed firmly against a chest that felt like a wall of granite. Dante was awake. He had been watching me sleep.“Good morning, baby,” he rasped, his voice even deeper and more gravelly than it had been last night. He pressed a lingering, searing kiss to the sensitive curve of my shoulder, his teeth grazing my skin just enough to make me shiver.“D-Dante...” I whispere







