CHAPTER TWELVEHer eyes were bright and her legs pressed forward in amazement. Isabella's breast flung out widely and bounced gently through the red loosed gown which obviously made her shoulder looked bare. The gown slightly held the breast but had clinged tightly to her large nipples. It was her usual of dressing and it suited her to appear in a lustful style. Most often, her father was always tempted when she slept on the cushion after late clubbing. She was often lying naked, breast not fully covered and her legs yanked almost in separate destination. He would always nag until he heard him in a fainting despair and swifty ran to wear a night gown that reached to her knees. The way people stared at her in the hospital seemed as if there was a terrifying feeling about her, which stalked their minds. Her dark shades excused her from the feeling that someone was staring at her and as she walked in her heel, her knees almost knocked. She strolled across people who sat on the chair an

CHAPTER FOURTEENClara kissed Leo on his forehead softly as he looked into her eyes. He held her hands warmly and shifted a bit. He has been steeling himself from this moment but as the bandage wraps across his arm to his chest, he barely moved them widely.'You will be fine again' He carresed his hair and smiled lightly.'You always give me hope and I can't live a day without you.'really, you have always thought about it's'Yes' As he remembered Isabella, his face grown into displeasure.'Whats wrong? You are out already'. She rubbed his cheek with her hands which helped to rekindle the smile. Leo already felt in his heart that he had found a perfect woman for him, and her expressioness, her warm touch and hopeful gaze rebranded something dead in his heart. Isabella had always given him sex, but he never wanted that kind of relationship, and whenever Isabella mentioned issues relating to marriage, he abhorred it, a man's life can't be dependent on sex, in the same way Isabella is

CHAPTER SIXTEENLeo headed down the stairs from his room, with the door gently opened. He didn't want to wake her up, and if he did, he would desire to do it in a romantic way. He felt the need to walk silently through the room, peering through every slight corner. Clara still layed covered with the blanket, curling her hand and feet together. The night swayed romantic events in his mind, as he continued to walk slowly, smiling in his pyjamas. Clara eventually made him into something he could look and admire. She loved him deeply in the same sence that he does, but she is always cautious.Yesterday, she leaped on him and her skin felt heavy on his breast. His lips were hesitant to run round her nipple and she laid helpless moaning and leaping gently in the pleasure. His wagging tongue had reached almost every part of her body till she became wet. They were hoping not to wake Nanny Divine and Sir Alfonso, as she kept moaning all night. It was her first sex with him, but she wasn't

CHAPTER NINETEENNanny had left the kitchen, in her usual apron, smiling brightly as she has always done. The feeling of warmness cloned her as if they were something more attached to it. She was the chef of The Dante before Sir Dante made her pregnant. Initially, it was an agreement, and she yielded since it was intended to make the family smile. She had borne this secret for years and the pain of Sir Dante's wife calling Leo son. She had to adapt, but it was not easy either. Before she left, she had told Clara to help her make the cookies that remained. She smiled, with a feeling that she intends getting something inside. And as she walked pass the door to the gate, she saw someone at one corner peering through the house. She wasn't sure who he was and he had never seen him before. And as she walked slowly, he came out of his hideout and dropped a letter on the gate. The gate keeper was inside, and he could probably not see it until he opened the gate. He ran off quickly as she tr

CHAPTER TWENTYClara sat in an arm chair with her eyes closed and her legs clutched together at the top. She cursed herself for all the moment, he didn't see him continually holding her hands, or hugging with the remark 'you are a darling'. This sensual love ran through the family for a long while. She wanted stayed a bit longer with him, to make her errs in whatever she has done in the past. She titled her head to the door, and all she saw were void images, and slowly leaping her hands to their air, with the winds wailing and winding all around. Clara missed her father and now there was no one to occupy that hollow that he had left in her heart. She longed for him, her emotions are becoming hollow, deepened by her soulful cries. She looked forward to the moment he would see Leo and would embrace him till her tears had filled his shirt. It came so clear to her, that he had become her only companion. She had seen the letter earlier before Isabella realised and had kept it a secret. H