LOGINElena’s POV
I still can’t believe how he knows about the daughter I am hiding from him. It’s been 4 years since I left and never told him about that.
”How?” I asked, wondering if the worry that I am feeling is visible.
He was seated on the mini sofa in the room close to mine. I couldn’t get enough of his almond eyes directly staring at me.
”I know it for a year now, since one of my men was looking for you,” he said to me.
”I don’t want you to know it for a reason, Dante… I don’t want my daughter to experience what I experienced in your territory,” I said and avoided his gaze.
He was about to talk when one of his men walked in and whispered something to him. His reaction became serious as he looked at me.
All I heard were the words, “Your uncle is here.”
I panicked when I heard that his uncle was here, that same guy who threatened me and made his men chase me just to shut my mouth because of what I know.
I was holding my chest because of the pain that I was feeling right now. I couldn’t breathe properly. My anxiety from what happened suddenly showed in my brain like a broken disk that kept on repeating.
”Elena, are you okay?” he said with a worried reaction. All I just needed was his presence.
”D-Dante, p-please, I need my medicine… p-please,” I begged him. The pain that I was feeling now was unbearable. My eyes blurred because of the tears.
”Fuck! Get her back ASAP!” he shouted to his man so he could get out while Dante was panicking because of what was happening to me.
He was just beside me, rubbing my back to ease the tension of anxiety I was feeling.
”Breathe, Elena, just breathe for me,” he said.
I followed what he was saying and slowly inhaled and exhaled. You probably wonder why and when my anxiety happened.
It happened that night 4 years ago.
Flashback…
”What should we do, Victor?” a guy said to Dante’s uncle.
I am here outside the big boardroom of the underground world where my husband, Dante, is the Head Mafia.
”We need to dispose of Dante immediately, as all the council want only you, the brother of the previous Boss, to have been the Head of our organization,” a voice of a lady said.
I gasped upon hearing it.
They wanted Dante to die just to make Uncle Victor the Head, just like that. I need to tell Dante about this. He needs to be warned.
”My men are already planning on disposing of him, but for now, we need to wait for him to be weak so we can strike him back,” Uncle Victor said and laughed.
I accidentally touched the vase beside me. That’s when they stopped talking and became alert. Then I quickly walked away so they would not know that I knew what they were plotting.
“Dante, Dante, we need to talk,” I said to him when I reached our home.
”Not now, Elena. I need to go to the headquarters for a meeting,” he said without looking at me.
”P-please, don’t go. Just stay here,” I said, worrying. I couldn’t bring up the words that I heard just because of the panic that I was feeling.
“You are just my wife, Elena. Everything I do and everything I say is none of your damn fucking business,” Dante angrily said to me.
That voice reminded me of what my place was in this house. If only I hadn’t agreed to the marriage proposal my parents made.
“Yeah, you’re right. I should not have meddled in any of your affairs,” I said without looking into his eyes.
“You won’t see me again, Dante.”
I said and walked out of his office.
I packed my clothes and was about to walk to my condo unit when two SUVs suddenly arrived, and every black man kidnapped me and put a gun to my head, which made me cry, but I just couldn’t let my voice out.
They brought me to an abandoned building where no one could see us. My hands were tied, and the men pointed the gun at my head.
”You should not have heard anything,” the man said.
I cried and begged them to let me go, but they didn’t listen to me. I was more worried about the baby who was inside me and couldn’t see the light of this world.
”What are you going to do to me? Please spare me,” I asked while still shaking in fear.
”You know too much.”
I closed my eyes, thinking that this would be the end of my life and so would be the baby inside me.
Before he could pull the trigger, I heard something outside. The gunmen became distracted, and I used that chance to escape.
I ran as fast as I could without looking back. I didn’t know where I was heading; I just knew that I needed to survive and save myself.
That night, I escaped from them. I knew Uncle Victor was the one who did it.
End of Flashback…
I already calmed down the moment Dante gave me the anxiety medicine that I always bring every time I am out.
”Isn’t this an anxiety medicine?” he asked, wondering why I am drinking it.
”Y-yes,” I said to him.
He looked at me for a few seconds before looking at the medicine in my hands.
”Since when? Since when do you have anxiety, Elena?” he asked.
Those questions made me silent. I don’t want to tell him the reason. I don’t want him to know what happened four years ago.
”It’s nothing, Dante. I just—”
“Then why did you panic the moment you heard that my uncle is here?” he suddenly asked me.
I looked at him, unable to say anything. Then Dante moved much closer, with his eyes staring directly into mine.
“Tell me… What happened four years ago, Elena?”
He already knew about our daughter, but what if he also finds out the truth—the reason why I left him?
Elena's POV"JADE!"Dante shouted her name so loud the machine beside him started beeping like crazy.He ripped the IV out of his arm and blood came out so fast. Red blood on the white sheets. On my hands. On the floor."Dante! What are you doing! You're bleeding!" I shouted at him.He didn't listen to me. He tried to stand up but his legs failed. He fell back on the bed and his chest bandage turned red again."Marco! Get the car! Get my daughter!" he shouted to the intercom.I was frozen. My whole body was shaking. I can still hear Jade's voice in my head.*Mommy?*That small voice. My baby. She just landed and someone shot a gun at her."Dante, please, you can't go like that. You will die," I said while crying and pressing my hands on his bleeding arm."That is my daughter, Elena! My daughter is out there!" he shouted at me. His eyes were so red.I quickly grabbed my phone. My hands were shaking so bad I almost dropped it."Jenny! Jenny where are you!" I shouted when she picked up.
Elena's POVBlood.So much blood.It's on my hands again. Just like two nights ago when I was pressing down on his chest screaming for Marco, screaming for anyone."DANTE! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" I grab his arm but he shoves me off — not hard, but with a desperation I've never seen from him. He is already swinging his legs off the bed, bare feet hitting the cold marble, his hospital gown soaked red at the sleeve where he ripped the IV out.The heart monitor is screaming. A flat, panicked beep."Dante, you're going to kill yourself! The doctor said—""I don't care what the doctor said!" he roars, and then doubles over, clutching his chest, his face white as paper. But he doesn't stop. He grabs the gun from under his pillow — because of course he has a gun under his pillow even while he's dying — and stumbles toward the door.The intercom is still crackling. Jenny is screaming. And Jade — God, Jade is crying."Mommy? Mommy where are you?"That sound breaks me.I run.I run barefoot out of
Elena's POVJade is coming.That thought has been on loop in my head for the last eighteen hours and I don't know if I want to throw up or cry. Or both.Dante fell asleep holding my hand. Actually holding it. His grip went slack at exactly 3:47 AM. I know because I stared at the clock on the wall until my eyes burned so I wouldn't stare at his face.I didn't pull away.I told myself it was because I didn't want to wake him and make him bleed again. Not because his hand was warm and familiar. Not because for the first time in four years I didn't feel like I had to run.Liar.At 6 AM, his mansion stops being a bedroom and turns into a different kind of hospital.Dr. Rossi comes in — old, bald, with hands that have seen more gunshot wounds than colds — followed by two nurses who don't speak. They peel the bandages off Dante's chest and I have to look away. I try, I really do, but I see it anyway. The hole. Angry, red, stitched shut, too close to his heart. Rossi said half an inch lower a
Elena's POVHe's alive.That's all I kept telling myself for the last two days while watching the machines beep next to his bed.Dante is alive, but he is not the same man who cornered me in the elevator. He is paler. Quieter. The doctor said the bullet pierced his lung and he needs at least two weeks of complete bed rest. No stress, no business, no getting up.He hates it. I can see it in his eyes every time his men come in to give him reports and he has to stay lying down.And he hates that I won't get back together with him even more."Elena," he said this morning, his voice still hoarse. "Stay.""I am staying," I said, fixing his blanket. I didn't look at him. "Until you're stable enough that the doctor says you won't die if I leave the room. That's it.""You told me about our daughter and now you think you can just leave again?" His jaw clenched and even that small movement made him wince in pain from his chest."I told you about her because you deserved to know you have a daught
Elena's POV"Call the doctor! Fucking faster!"My scream tears my throat but I don't care. I'm already on my knees beside him and my hands are shaking so hard I can't even touch him right.Oh God, Dante.His white shirt is now soaked in red. It spreads too fast across his chest, down to the marble floor. The smell of blood hits me and I'm suddenly back four years ago, to the night they took me."Dante! Please look at me!"His eyes are half open. He is trying to focus on me. His lips move but I can't hear him over his men shouting.Someone tries to pull me away. "Ma'am, you need to move—""Don't touch me!"I press both my hands over his chest, right over the wound. The blood is warm and seeps through my fingers. I feel his breathing, shallow and uneven."Stay with me. You have to stay with me. Not now. Not after I told you about Jade."At her name, his eyes flicker. His bloody hand finds mine and squeezes weakly."Jade..." he whispers."Yes. Our daughter needs you. You promised not to
Elena’s POV“You don’t need to know what happened to me, Dante. All I just want is for you to sign the divorce papers, and then I am not going to ruin your life again.”He stands up and walks towards the door, alternately walking around. I can’t see any reaction on his face right now.“Just please, sign it,” I begged him.“No,” he said and held his hair like he was about to burst out.“How the fuck will I let you go, Elena, when all I just needed was you? I want you beside me,” he said while his voice was cracking.This is the first time I heard him crack while talking to me.He then knelt and looked at me there. I saw a little tear in his eyes that gave a new effect to my body. He kept begging me not to leave, but I just want to keep Jade away from this dangerous life.“She’s in the UK with my cousin, Jenny,” I said.I don’t know why I told him where Jade is. I just feel like he should have the right to know because he is her father.“She’s four years old and is starting preschool,”







