Is Dante From You Blind In Real Life นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Dante cracked a smile and stated, "Well, you're smart. This is where you come in." "Me?" Preston asked doubtfully. Dante smiled and asked, "Of course! You revealed your desire to pursue Ms. Ada today, but you were embarrassed in public. So, hire some thugs to help you kidnap her in a fit of anger and drug her at the hotel. Then, you force yourself on her. Isn't it logical?" Shock washed over Preston. Now he was enlightened and realized that Dante wanted to push all the blame on him. Hence, he waved his hand repeatedly and said, "Mr. Harrington, you'd better… ask someone else to take the blame."

JENNA’S POV Alex stood before us, his formal ceremonial attire highlighting his powerful frame. The traditional blindfold that usually covered his sightless eyes was absent. His gaze, once empty, now held a startling clarity as he looked directly at me. "Jenna, you are breathtaking today." "You can see me?" I whispered in disbelief. "Release her, Carrick. What exactly are you attempting?" Alex's words came simultaneously with mine. Carrick looked between us in shocked confusion.

Fastening the collar around her neck, he said, “Drake has a dragon tattoo on the left side of his neck. Short curly hair. Black-framed specs. Dark brown eyes.” “Okay,” she whispered, biting her lip at the pinch of the collar pressing against her skin. “Carson Meyer is the person you are sold to. He has dark brown eyes, no specs, and straight jet-black hair. It’s short, though. And you already recognize their voices, if I’m not wrong, right?” Theo turned around, holding the blindfolds. “Yes, Theo,” she replied, keeping her voice low—most probably because she couldn’t speak boldly, knowing she was sold to someone who might kill her on a mere suspicion of betrayal.

The hand that had been holding Thalia’s just a moment ago was now gently cradling a wine glass, blue eyes watching the crystalline light yellow wine glimmering in the soft light. “Something tells me you already know what I am.” Dante replied quietly, a wistful look crossing his features. "I had hoped to keep it from you and the other girls so not to scare any of you. I am aware of what reputation my kind has even if people think they are talking about fictional creatures."

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Was he shy? Did I manage to make Dante Romero, the Ice King of Los Angeles, shy?! “Liar! You’re actually blushing!” I squealed and poked both sides of his cheeks. “See, there is a red colour here and here. You ARE blushing.” Dante Romero was fricken blushing, because of me. I needed to be awarded for this. All those times I thought I was hallucinating, I wasn’t. I had actually made him blush. “È colpa tua per aver un sorriso che rivaleggia con la bellezza del sole.” He mumbled some Italian and plucked my hands from his face, pinning them behind my back.

“And that certainly wouldn't make any sense.” “Not necessarily though,” I mused. “What if Dante worked with someone from the Bratva but kept it secret even from his father? That way he could convince Blandini to work together with him on the attack at the estate. They trusted him, thinking they were his biggest allies… but what if they weren't?” Rowan rubbed the back of his neck, cursing. “You think Dante deliberately set Blandini up? Now that I think about it, the Blandini were the ones who suffered true losses while Dante had only taken several of his men, treating them more like cannon fodder.”

“Rafael also discovered new talents, which always bothered me.” Robin sat down and talked about his family. Dante occasionally smiled as he wiped his tears. ‘If Sienna was successful in putting me in jail at the time, would I be able to smile and be happy with them?’ Dante regretted hearing all of Robin's stories. Unfortunately, time cannot be turned back. Victims will not forget past mistakes easily, even if they were minor, and Dante made a significant one. Dante Luciano has been blinded by ambition to the point where he is willing to harm others without considering the consequences. Right now, he can only accept the negative karma that comes with it.

Do you understand what that means for a man who has been blind for three years. I stared at my screen. He wants his first real look at you to be the moment, Daniel said. That’s what he’s waiting for. Not the procedure. Not the recovery. You. I put my phone down. Picked it up. Four weeks and six days, I typed. Four weeks and six days, Daniel said. And then Noah he is not going to stop. I put my phone face down on the desk. Sat back. Four weeks and six days and Damien Cole was in his office thirty feet away being completely assembled and controlled with his jaw tight and the Walsh file under his hand and a midnight phone call to his brother that said I need to see him like it was the simplest

There are days when I wonder what the world around me looks like, what the prey I eat looks like, I even wonder what my mate looks like but I'll never ask because I know that although I am blind and most likely odd looking I will never stand alone. For I am blinded but not deaf, I am blinded but not alone, I am blinded and I will always have a place within this world.