Novel & Cerita Dante's Love

Dante asked, his fingers caressing her cheek gently in contrast to his intense stare at her. "I... I am just curious" Mireille mumbled a response. "Fine. I will satisfy your curiosity once and for all, Principessa" he looked deeply into her eyes that seemed to be urging him to tell her the truth about how much he loved her. "I, Dante Romano have never ever fallen in love..." His gaze dropped to her lips as he could no longer stand looking into her eyes. "And I will never fall in love so those who love themselves and don't want their hearts broken ensure they don't love me"

She realized then that Dante’s love wasn’t something she could escape—it was a fire that consumed everything in its path. And she wasn’t sure if she wanted to be burned… or saved.

1283 "Love, which quickly arrests the gentle heart, Seized him with my beautiful form That was taken from me, in a manner which still grieves me. Love, which pardons no beloved from loving, took me so strongly with delight in him That, as you see, it still abandons me not..." -Dante Alighieri.

I bite my lip to hide the smile threatening to spill out "I didn't" "You are not a good liar, tesorina. Come here" he pulls my head down to his, crushing his mouth to mine. I moan as his tongue sweeps inside my mouth, my body ready for round two. Dante kisses me like our lives depend on it then he pulls back, looks me straight in the eyes, and says "I love you. Sono innamorato di te, Emiliana Vernetti. Don't ever doubt that" ******************************************

Everything will be alright. Yours loving. Dante.

"I can make it about me. So it's not about you. About him. About what you were building that I broke." Grayson was quiet. The blood on his hand drying, the temper fading, the inheritance survived for now. "Why?" "Because I love her." Dante said it flat, certain, the word he'd avoided, the category he'd confused with need. "Not romantically. Never that. But—" He stopped, found the distinction. "But as family. The messed up, not safe, not learned kind. The kind that destroys what it loves because it can't survive its freedom. But still—" He stopped, the honesty becoming painful. "Still love. Still trying. Still here, even when it should leave."

“Not a butcher. I leave clean scars.” As I drove through Rome’s narrow evening streets, my thoughts drifted back to the suffocating atmosphere I had just left behind inside the penthouse. I loved Dante. There wasn’t a version of reality where I wouldn’t put myself between him and a bullet without hesitation. But when it came to women, we were catastrophically different men. Dante approached love the same way he approached war: overwhelm the threat, secure the perimeter, and eliminate uncertainty. The moment he realized he couldn’t survive losing Alessia, his instinct had been immediate. Build walls. Increase security. Control the environment.

Dante's voice is filled with authority and anger. "Don't you dare speak evil about Barbara? My relationship with her has nothing to do with you all, you should respect her, just as you respect me, she is not a desperate bitch" "For the record, she didn't come here to chase after me, if you think that she is seducing me then you are mistaken because I am in love with her." Everyone goes silent, hearing him declare that he is in love with her, is like a bomb.

“But it’s not just your face that’s beautiful. It’s everything. Your heart and your soul are … I don’t even know how to explain it, but you’re so pure and so kind. People like you don’t come around all that often, Gia. I … I love you.” “You love me,” Gianna breathed out. Dante gave a scared nod. “We haven’t known each other long,” Gianna said, leaning more towards Dante in a less sexual way. “Are you sure it’s not just lust you’re confusing for love?” With Gianna’s move to Dante’s lap, the blanket had fallen to the side. That gave Dante ample opportunity to ogle Gianna as he said, “Oh, trust me, I’m feeling lust just fine. I know the difference between that and the love I feel for you.”

“You planned to keep me.” Dante’s fingers tightened around mine. “Yes.” No denial. No apology. Just truth. Something painful twisted inside my chest. “You say things like that so casually.” “Because they’re true.” I finally looked at him fully. Moonlight sharpened every angle of his face, turning him almost unreal in the darkness. “You see me as something to possess,” I whispered. Dante stared at me for several long seconds before speaking again. “Possession is simpler than love.” The quiet honesty in his voice caught me off guard.