All Chapters of CEO Dante; The one for me : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

The courtroom air felt suffocating. No matter how much I shifted in my seat, I couldn’t shake the heaviness pressing down on my chest. The ceiling was high, the walls lined with polished wood that gleamed under the fluorescent lights, but to me, the room felt small. So small it could trigger claustrophobia. My palms were damp, and I kept running my thumb over the leather strap of my handbag to calm down my anxiety.The board’s lawyer spoke with practiced ease, his words slicing through the silence with precision. Every accusation he shot at Dante was sharp, laced with subtle insinuations that painted him in the worst possible light. He didn’t raise his voice, he didn’t need to. The confidence in his tone alone carried weight, as though he already believed the case was his to win.Each time I heard Dante’s name wrapped in lies, my stomach twisted. I kept my eyes on him, searching for any crack in his composure. But Dante sat there in his crisp navy suit, straight-backed, his jaw tight,

The morning of the next court hearing felt heavier than usual, like the air itself had conspired with my nerves to make breathing difficult.I woke up before dawn, lying still in bed, staring at the ceiling as thoughts swirled like storm clouds in my head. Dante’s face was the first thing that appeared in my mind. His tired eyes, his guarded expression, the way his voice had broken the other day when he admitted how much the company meant to him. That image haunted me.I pressed a hand against my stomach, feeling the faint, steady movements of the baby within me. “We’ll be okay,” I whispered into the silence, more to myself than to the little one who couldn’t possibly understand. “We’ll be okay because we have to be.”By the time the house began to stir, I was already dressed. My mother peeked into my room, her expression warm yet tinged with concern.“You’re up early,” she said gently, pushing the door open wider.“I couldn’t sleep,” I admitted, smoothing down the hem of my dress. My

The days rolled by slowly and It wasn’t until I glanced at the calendar pinned on the fridge that it hit me. Abigail’s birthday was literally around the corner. Her second birthday. My baby, almost two years old.I froze, staring at the date circled faintly in blue marker. Guilt crept into me immediately. How had I let time slip by without making proper plans? I’d been so caught up with Dante’s trial, the investigator’s slow progress, my own emotions pulling me every which way, that I hadn’t even bought a gift or thought of a celebration.The thought of letting the day pass like just another ordinary day made my stomach twist. Abigail deserved to feel special, even in the middle of all this chaos. She deserved to have joy carved out for her, no matter how small.That evening, I sat with my mom in the living room, Abigail playing with her dolls on the rug. “I feel terrible,” I confessed. “Her birthday is tomorrow and I haven’t done anything. No decorations, no presents, nothing. I don’

That morning, I stood in the middle of the living room, staring at the half-empty cupboard and the grocery list I had scribbled on a sticky note the night before. My body screamed for rest. My legs were heavy, my back ached in that dull, dragging way pregnancy always seemed to bring, and even Abigail’s little voice in the background, singing to her dolls, wasn't soothing enough. I didn’t want to leave the house.I could easily convince myself to stay put. I could manage with the few supplies we had left until tomorrow. But I knew myself. Tomorrow, I would find another excuse. Tomorrow, I’d be more exhausted, and the thought of pushing a cart down the aisles would feel like climbing a mountain. Better to do it now and get it over with.“Alright,” I murmured to myself, slipping my feet into flats and adjusting my dress over my growing stomach. “Supermarket, then back here. Quick in and out.”The drive was quiet, but my mind was anything but quiet. The court case, Dante’s weary voice whe

The courtroom emptied like a flood draining away, leaving behind only echoes and the heavy weight of despair. I could barely move, but somehow my feet carried me down the aisle. My eyes were raw from crying, my face hot and swollen, but I forced myself toward Dante’s lawyer. He stood near the front, talking in hushed tones with one of his assistants, his files tucked neatly under his arm like he wasn’t carrying the wreckage of my whole world inside them.“Please,” I whispered as I approached, my voice shaky and broken. “What happens now? Where are they taking him? When can I see him?”The lawyer turned, his expression softened when he saw me. “Miss Sienna,” he said quietly, lowering his voice so the remaining reporters and strangers couldn’t overhear. “I understand how hard this must be, but for today, It's best you go home. He’s being taken into police custody first. He’ll remain there for a short period before they transfer him to the prison.”His words felt like daggers. Prison. He