All Chapters of CEO Dante; The one for me : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I cried in his arms for a while. Alot was weighing me down, the news about the pregnancy, the accident, my mother, it was all just a lot for me to handle. I had stayed in the hospital for two days and all through Dante hadn't left my side even with my constant persistence. I hadn't seen my mother either after the first encounter with her and I was certain she was avoiding me and didn't want to have anything to do with me. “How are you feeling?” Dante asked as he helped me to sit upright. “Sore, but much better” I admitted. Our attention was taken away by a knock on the door and to my greatest surprise, it was my mother. Dante patted me on the shoulder. “I'll excuse the both of you” he whispered to me and exited the room. My mom walked in and I didn't know what to say. “How are you?” She asked, her voice was shaky, I could tell she was trying to hold back a lot of emotions. “I feel a bit better,” I responded, almost coldly. When I had called out to her the other day and she did

I took a sip from my glass of water and I gave a hesitant smile. “When I saw you at that hospital, I was overwhelmed with guilt and hate in my heart. Seeing you in the condition that you were in, also pregnant and I couldn't bring myself to take off my mind how much I've failed you,” she paused. “But then he made me realize that what mattered was the fact that I had gotten another chance to make things right. He really loves you and genuinely just wants what's best for you and though you seem to be trying, I can see how much my presence makes you uncomfortable” she said, holding my hand on the table. I had too much going on in my mind already, most especially how unsafe I felt knowing that my accident was originally a murder attempt and of course it would take me a while to adjust to the relationship we couldn't build over the years. I was happy, extremely happy that she was back in my life but at the same time, I was a bit thrown off guard, it hadn't been easy living without my fam

The line went dead, and I stood frozen, bile rising in my throat. I called Dante immediately, my voice shaky as I recounted the call.He was livid. “I’m coming home. Don’t move. Stay with the guards.”When he returned, his expression was a mix of rage and fear. “I’m calling the detective. This has gone too far.”We gave the detective the phone, and he promised to trace the number. Dante pulled me into his arms once more, whispering, “I won’t let anyone hurt you. I swear.”I wished his words could chase away the fear rooted deep in my heart. Whoever was behind this wasn’t just determined—they were obsessed. And until we uncovered their identity, neither of us would truly be safe.The night stretched on endlessly, with neither of us finding any real sleep. Dante stayed by my side, his phone clutched tightly as he waited for updates from the detective. Every creak of the building made me jump, and even the guards patrolling outside didn’t ease my anxiety.Around 3 a.m., Dante’s phone vib

After everything that had happened, I felt like I could finally breathe again. The nightmare with Matilda was over, and while a sense of unease still lingered, I tried to focus on what truly mattered—my baby’s arrival.Dante had been more present than ever, constantly checking in on me, making sure I was comfortable and had everything I needed. It was endearing, even if I could tell he was overcompensating for the danger I had faced. I didn’t blame him, though. His concern was genuine, and I couldn’t help but feel grateful for it.The morning of my check-up, I was greeted by the soft light streaming through the curtains. I stretched carefully, mindful of my growing belly, and couldn’t help but smile when I walked into the kitchen and saw Dante. He was flipping pancakes with a practiced ease, humming softly to himself.“Are you planning to make breakfast or open a restaurant?” I teased, walking in.He turned around, spatula in hand, and gave me a playful smirk. “Just making sure you’re

After being locked up indoors for days like a hostage, I decided it was time to start reclaiming my life but by bit. The last few weeks had been a whirlwind of medical appointments and preparations, but I needed something more—something normal.So, I found myself lacing up my sneakers and pulling on a comfortable hoodie, determined to get some fresh air. As I headed out, Dante looked up from his laptop, raising an eyebrow.“Where are you going?” he asked, his tone curious rather than concerned.“Just for a walk,” I replied, trying to sound casual. “I need to clear my head.”He nodded slowly. “You sure you’ll be okay on your own?”I smiled reassuringly. “I’ll be fine. I need this.”The neighborhood park was only a few blocks away, and as I reached the entrance, I couldn’t help but smile. Kids were playing on the swings, joggers were making their rounds, and an older couple was feeding pigeons near the fountain. The normalcy of it all felt like a breath of fresh air.Seeing the kids aro