All Chapters of CEO Dante; The one for me : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Days passed by and I still hadn’t reached out to Dante. I also got no word from him. He didn't check in or leave a message. I tried to convince myself that the investigation, or whatever was happening at his company, demanded all his attention and I should give him some space to sort it out also. But as the hours turned into days, and the days into nearly a week, everything started to feel very real and I couldn't continue to ignore it. I tried to distract myself more often looking after Abigail even though I didn't have to bother with my mom’s constant care and my sister taking care of her as well. But no matter what I did, my mind always wandered back to him.By the fourth evening, I couldn’t take it anymore. My chest felt heavy with questions that refused to let me rest. I needed answers!I picked up my phone and proceeded to text Dante, ignoring my trembling fingers as I typed. ME: “I’ve been discharged. I’m at my parents’ house with Abigail. Just in case you care to visit.”As

The previous night, I could barely sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, the images I found in Dante’s study came flooding back. I turned restlessly under the blanket, staring at the ceiling, silently begging myself to stop thinking about it. But my mind wouldn’t let it go. The only brief relief I got was when Abigail came into my bed early in the morning and laid down beside me with her tiny hands resting on my baby bump. Her presence was calm and soothing, but it didn’t erase everything that was going on.By the time I managed to get out of bed and get ready for my ante-natal check-up, my heart felt like lead. I had to force myself to fake a smile for Abigail before leaving, kissing her forehead and telling her I’d be back soon. But the truth was, I hated going to the hospital so much. Every visit reminded me of how fragile this pregnancy was. Every visit to the hospital ever since I conceived has brought one bad revelation after the other and something in my gut told me it wasn’t goi

A lot was going on in my life all at once. Just too much to be happening all at the same time. Marcus begging me to trust him now and give him one more chance to be a good father to Abigail was absurd. After everything? The thought still lingered in my mind. He promised he would prove himself to me. How he expected to do that, I had absolutely no idea. But a part of me was hoping he was being real this time and he would actually keep to his words. Because no matter what happened, the truth was that he remains Abigail's father no matter what and I wouldn't feel good about myself depriving her of a relationship with him. Of course, I can't protect her forever. My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. My last meeting with the doctor still haunted me so much. But it hurts even worse that even though the doctor's words sounded so cruel, it seemed like the best option I had left. Medically, there was already a very thin chance this baby would make it alive on delivery. And realistically, I was

“I love you, Dante,” I blurted out, the words tumbling from my lips before I could stop them. My voice was shaky, uneven, but fierce enough to make his head snap up. His eyes softened instantly, but I didn’t give him time to respond. “I mean well for you. I always have. From the very beginning, all I’ve ever hoped for is the best for us. For you and I. But I can’t say the same for you anymore.” “Sienna,”“No,” I cut him off, my voice sharper this time. I was trembling, but the words carried all the fire that had been building inside me for weeks. “I don’t know if you feel the same way anymore. You say one thing, but your actions show me something completely different.”Dante ran a hand down his face, exhaling heavily. “Come on, Sienna, you know I love you. I love you so much. I want to be with you.”“No, Dante!” The words came out louder than I intended, my throat burning as tears gathered in my eyes. “You can’t keep saying all of this while keeping me in the dark. You can’t keep me

The house felt unusually warm when I stepped inside. Maybe it was just the shift in my mood, but for the first time in a long while, I didn’t feel that heaviness I always felt pressing down on me. I slipped my shoes off by the door, set my purse on the console table, and quietly made my way toward the living room where the soft glow of the lamp lit the space.My mom was sitting on the couch, her reading glasses resting low on her nose, with a book in her lap. But the second she saw me walk in, her eyes lifted, sharp and observant like they always were. She tilted her head just slightly, narrowing her eyes in that way that meant she’d already noticed something different about me.“You look cheerful,” she said, her voice sounding curious. “What’s going on?”I hadn’t realized it until she pointed it out, but there was a tiny smile beaming on my lips, a softness in my face that had been absent for weeks. My heart was alerted, half with relief, half with nerves, and I lowered myself onto t