Chapter 39

Lena’s Point Of View

(I am his wife)

It wasn’t much of an excitement to stay alone in this huge mansion, although Irene and Elise the two workers inside the mansion were available, I felt alone. Dante had forbade me from having conversations that went pass the normal ordeal of services. Wether I liked it or not, I had gotten used to being with Dante all this while but not now he’s resumed work and it’s just me and this speech he’d given me to cram because apparently the I not I but Gwen would be giving a speech.

I read through a line when the thought and memories of me being wrapped like a child around Dante’s arm, the way he always held me when it was necessary for a physical touch, his tiny lips said suitable words to me.

On the day of the meeting, I realized how much control Dante had over me, my mind, my body.

Flashes and triggers of the way his cold and icy eyes stares at me, the day I felt his eyes rampaging my nipples from the tank top that wore, when he said he wanted to hold