Dante's study was no different from other parts of his mansion. It was dimly lit, luxuriously designed with expensive golden statues and furniture. Just like Dominick, he also had a Jacquard couch sitting in the middle of the huge study room. His love for Jacquard couches made Dominick also love to have couches in his house. He had them at every restaurant ng corner in his house. Dominick sat on one of the wooden facing his working desk which had a laptop sitting on it. Mr. Dante had a classic taste in everything he used and owned. Dominick waited for him patiently. About a few minutes later, Dante walked into the study. On seeing the looks on his face— Dominick could tell that he had a successful business and it fell on his advantage. He knew Dante to be someone who would never lose to anyone so he must've gotten what he wanted. Dominick watched Dante as he took his seat behind the desk and faced him. Dante went on the light himself a cigarette and he began smoking. He opened the dr

Leila had a hard time sleeping last night. All she could think of is Dominick. The thoughts of him were embedded in her head, the kiss, his touch. It all made her regret the sibling relationship between them. Leila wished that she could just go back in time and change their fate. She couldn't accept that relationship between them because she loved him. I loved Dominick dearly. It's a hard decision for her to just kill her feelings for him. As Leila finally closed her eyes to catch some sleep, she heard the sound of the door opening, it was very early in the morning around 6 a.m. Leila closed her eyes shut and pretended to be asleep so that she wouldn't face whoever it was that came in. From the aura that filled the room, Leila could tell that the person wasn't Dominick but Dante. Her supposed father. He stayed for a few days before he left the room. Leila could finally breathe when she heard the door close. It seemed like a huge burden had just been lifted from her. She couldn't bear

The maiden left after dropping the first aid box for Leila. She took it and brought out the band-aid and other equipment she needed to cater for Dominick's injuries. Leila carefully dabbed the cotton in a salve and she approached his injury with it. "This is going to sting— but I'll try to be as gentle as I can," she warned him. Leila's hands vibrated as she touched his injury with it. Dominick looked away. He didn't want her to see how he reacted to the pain. "Does it hurt?..." Leila's question came and Dominick instantly responded. "No it doesn't" He answered without turning to look at her. Leila continued treating the wound. There were so many cuts in his hand, she wondered how much pain he must be feeling. "Why did you allow anger to rule you?" She asked in a low tone. Leila blows slowly on his injured fist as she applies more salve. "You said you weren't going to ask any questions," Dominick reminded her. He finally turned and their eyes met, it reminded him of their first meetin

Dominick repeated the same motion he carried out earlier, this time, he was more focused on pleasuring her body before taking off her dress. The dress still gave him a hard time—but he tended to tear it off her body. Leila gasped as he did that forcefully. She didn't expect him to undress her in that manner. Leila still trusted him, Dominick definitely knew what he was doing—so she allowed him. Dominick stared at her petite breasts dangling on her chest. It was a sight to behold. They looked so beautiful and he ended up admiring them instead of touching them. By this time, shame clouded Leila. He was finally seeing her naked body and she felt his throbbing dick touch her thighs. "Dominick" she called. "I want you, '' Leila confessed to him. Dominick was teasing her. He knew that her body couldn't take the delay anymore. He finally took one of her breasts and kissed it forcefully before placing his tongue on her nipples and sucked it. "Ahhh'' a soft moan escaped Leila's lips and she gr

Leila woke up from her sleep— still feeling exhausted after having sex with Dominick. Surprisingly, she didn't meet him in bed when she woke up. Leila was disappointed that he didn't wait for her to wake up before he left her alone in bed. She managed to stand up and picked up her—now ripped clothes from the floor. Her eyes caught the bloodstains on the bed sheets. Knowing what happened between her and Dominick, Leila didn't mind any of that. She went to the wardrobe and managed to put on what she saw there. They only had a few dresses put out for her there. She wore the black shirt dress and left the room. Leila snuck downstairs without any of the bodyguards noticing her yet. She checked around the mansion, searching for Dominick. She didn't see any sign of him or Dante in the living room or even anywhere. She barely knows any other place in the huge mansion. Leila assumed that he went out— so she decided to return back upstairs. Not until she heard a loud gunshot sound coming from o