Lahat ng Kabanata ng Arranged To Be His: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

What kind of man takes his wife on a trip with his side chick tagging along?Heira’s stomach turned as she stared out the window. Of course, it would be him. Of all men, Dante Moretti would be the one to turn humiliation into a traveling companion.Sylvia clearly hadn’t learned her lesson from that night. If anything, she had grown bolder, shameless. Fine. If Sylvia wanted to play games, Heira would stop pretending she didn’t know the rules. The calm, collected wife had limits, and this time, she promised herself, she would reveal to Sylvia the part of her that had stayed buried beneath politeness. The part that didn’t tolerate disrespect.The door of the Mercedes-Benz swung open, breaking her thoughts.Her breath paused when she got a view of the man who was sliding in. The last person she expected to see. The stranger from the club the night before. The one with deep-set dimples and eyes that stayed glued. The same one who kidnapped her. Well, not technically because she had woken u

Dante stared at the glowing screen, the text from Sylvia reflecting in his retina.“Fuck,” he hissed. The word, low and audible only to himself, fighting back a scream.What he left unattended later caught on. It was bound to happen sooner or later. He had changed the travel plans at the very last second, but forgetting to inform Sylvia hadn't been an accident. It had been a choice. A subconscious attempt to buy himself a few hours of peace from the chaos the woman whose text keeps buzzing his phone brings.His phone vibrated against his palm.Sylvia: “Are you seriously ignoring my text? I’m at the private terminal. The attendant says your flight cleared an hour ago. Dante, where are you?”He typed back, his thumbs striking the keypad forcefully. “Sorry, babe. Something came up, and I had to change plans.” He hoped the lie would buy him silence, but it didn't.The phone lets out a rhythm that echoes against the silent walls of the suite. It was a call from Sylvia, and Dante didn’t pic

As Heira laid out her oils and accessories, the question she had been pushing managed to once again drift to her subconsciousness: Why am I even here? She hadn't asked for this trip to Milan, and Dante certainly hadn’t explained it. He had simply commanded it, on the pretense of keeping her close.Heira suspected it was more than that. It wasn’t just a move to protect his ego, nor was it a simple act of possessiveness.Dante was, above all things, a man of absolute authority. He was a master of control who could get whatever he wanted with a click of two fingers. If he truly wanted her in check, he had a dozen more efficient ways to go on about it.A literal house arrest could have been one, guarded by the quiet men of his security team that hardly smiled.As she reached for a gold capped bottle of cleansing balm, she caught a reflection of Dante in the mirror. His face turned to her. His gaze, heavy, charged with a familiar, magnetic current.She turned around, expecting him to look

The weight of his outburst remained in the air like a physical blow. Both of them, seated on either side of him, didn't dare speak as they were stunned into silence.Those seated at the tables around them also seemed to have their attention stolen. The disapproving look on their faces hinted that they were very much annoyed.“Yes, I cancelled your credit card,” Dante said. His voice held a low but dangerous tone amidst his gritting teeth as he tried to suppress his anger. “And I only did that because I have a valid reason.”Sylvia let out a scoff. “Oh please, what possible reason could you have except what that bitch had told you to do? She's gotten into your head and you don't even realize it. You don't love me anymore and now you have set me aside just for that lowlife.”By the time she finished her sentence. Her eyes had turned glassy, and her words were hard to make out as she sniffled back tears.Sylvia would always have her eyes shimmering with tears when things didn't go her wa

“You can take your time getting up. Your session is complete.” The masseuse stepped back quietly, adjusting the towels over Heira's shoulders for a final soothing touch.A high-end spa session was one of the many benefits that come with the hotel. The masseuse was highly professional. Her touch was confident yet gentle, easing off all the pains that had settled in every part of Heira's body.She had asked Dante earlier to join her so they could have a couple of massage therapies together. But he simply declined the gesture. Stating he had to meet Rowan who was on his way here so they could discuss the plans in place for the business meeting.Heira drew in slow breaths and pushed herself up from the massage table. She left for the changing room, where she pulled the robe off and changed into her clothes before finally stepping out of the spa.The warm experience had left her body feeling lighter and more relaxed in ways she hadn't felt lately. Though she still felt the familiar heavine