All Chapters of Desire And Revenge : Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

Dante POVIt was morning when I arrived in Milan. My plane had landed, and after everything I had been through, all I wanted was to get home. I took a cab straight to the house I shared with Isabella, my body aching with exhaustion after barely sleeping.I didn't expect her to be there. She was probably at the winery for the day, which meant I would have the house to myself long enough to get some much-needed sleep.As much as I wanted to see her, exhaustion had settled deep into my bones and I needed rest more than anything. The cab finally pulled up to the gravel road, and I stepped out with my bag over my shoulder.The familiar sight of the house should have made me feel relieved, but all I could think about was getting inside. I walked toward the front door, my steps heavy from exhaustion. My hand hadn't even reached the doorknob when the door was suddenly flung open and I froze.Isabella stood there and for a second, I simply stared at her, quite sure that exhaustion had finally

Dante POV I parked my truck and then stepped inside the main building. Conti was probably in his office because that was where he spent most of his time.I checked in with his assistant, a woman his age, and then was escorted inside.Conti didn’t rise from his chair, and he had the same irritated expression on his face that he always wore.He rose out of the chair and grabbed a bottle of scotch and two glasses before he carried them to the coffee table. He set them down and took a seat.I sat on the other side of the table, my arms resting on my knees and my fingertips together. Conti poured two glasses and pushed one toward me. It was only noon, but I knew he started drinking the second he finished his coffee.I took a drink while I kept my eyes on him, waiting for him to give a speech. Anytime he spoke to me, it felt like a threatening lecture.There were times when he wanted to kill me, but he somehow found the restraint but based on what Isabella said, this conversation seemed to

Isabella POVWhen the truck pulled up to the house, I looked out the window to see Dante behind the wheel.He turned off the engine but kept his eyes forward, looking across the golden fields to the small hills beyond. His expansive shoulders looked too big for the truck, and he rubbed his fingers along his bottom lip as he thought to himself.I watched him, expecting him to express his happiness in a more excited way but a minute passed before he finally got out of the truck and headed to the front door.I got there first and opened the door before his hand reached the handle. I looked into his face, seeing his bright blue eyes and fair complexion.There wasn’t anger in his eyes but defeat, I continued to stare into his face, trying to make sense of his response. My father had finally accepted the man I loved into our family, so there was no reason to be so moody.Dante was a naturally melancholy man, but this occasion deserved a smile. “What is it?”Without taking his eyes off me, h

Isabella POVI still haven't accepted the truth but Dante and I didn’t speak of it again.We didn’t establish when he would be leaving or how we would say goodbye because neither one of us wanted to deal with it, so we both decided to ignore it but we couldn’t ignore it forever.My father put a gun to his head and ordered him to disappeared but if my father showed up at my doorstep to make sure Dante left, I wouldn’t open the door.It would be the first time in my life that I would tell my father off but I knew he wouldn’t come. I knew he respected my privacy to some degree.We lay in bed side by side that night, my leg hooked over his waist while his face rested close to mine on the pillow. Instead of closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep, he chose to stare at me instead.Now that my relationship with Dante had an expiration date, all I could do was cherish every single moment I had left. He would walk out that door soon, and I would never watch him walk back through it. My nigh

Isabella POVThe sex that good like it usually was because knowing every kiss and thrust were final took all the enjoyment out of it.All I could think about were the nights I would be spending alone, remembering the evenings when things were good between us. I pictured him with the women who would follow after I was gone. I imagined the men I would date then dump.My hands moved through his short hair and down his muscular back, but it wasn’t the same as it used to be because I was too heartbroken.Dante wasn’t the same either rather his lovemaking was slow like he was being hit with the reality that this heartbreak was inevitable.He was a powerful man who could control anything, but he couldn’t stop the sun from rising.All of our heat and passion had been stripped away, replaced by anger, fear, and sorrow. We were just ghosts of who we used to be. We lay in bed together once the sun rose. The light slowly filled the bedroom as the world came to life once more and tears constantly