Virgin Desires Forced Possession by a Sexy Mafia Boss

Two days later

Mireille clutched onto the seatbelt tightly, looking out of the window while James drove the car to Dante’s home. She was going to pick a few things up from Dante’s home and leave his home.

For the past two days, Dante had tried to see her countless times but she had told him off every single time but this time around, Mireille wanted to see him and ask him a few questions before picking her things up and leaving his home.

James had shown her the video of Dante beating him up and had claimed Dante beat him up that badly just because he was in a bad mood.

James glanced at Mireille, a quite satisfied look on his face. He believed fully well that he had made Mireille believe that Dante was nothing short of a monster and the fact that Mireille had agreed to move out of Dante’s home was a huge milestone for him.

In no time, she would definitely agree to leave the country too and everything would be just perfect!

Driving past the securities who recognized them very well and let them in immediately, James parked the car and undid his seatbelt.

Mireille did the same and the both of them stepped out of the car. James walked over to Mireille’s side and held her hand firmly.

“You are making the right decision, Mireille. For yourself, for the child you lost. You are making the right decision, trust me.” he assured her, noticing the hesitation in her eyes.

Mireille looked away from him, breathing in and out deeply before nodding her agreement.

“Good.” James whispered and the both of them proceeded into the main building.

Mireille tagged behind James slowly until they got to the living room where Dante was seated on a sofa with a bottle of liquor in hand and several more empty bottles on the floor around him.

He raised his head and his eyes seemed to gain a new life immediately he set his eyes on Mireille.

“Princess.” he got up on his feet and shut his eyes for a few seconds to get a grip on himself.

The alcohol had messed with him a little bit more. He opened his eyes, having a better grip on himself and found his way towards Mireille.

“You are back home.” he drawled.

“No.” Mireille shook her head.

“This… This is no longer my home. I came here to pick up a few things before leaving.” she replied and Dante looked over at James who gave him nothing but a deadly glare.

“Excuse us, James.” Dante demanded.

“No way I am letting you stay alone with her and manipulate her into staying with you.”

“And you think you can really stop me if I wanted to do so?” Dante asked and James clenched his jaw for long seconds before taking two steps back.

“Don’t believe whatever he says, Mireille. You now know the truth and that is what you should hold onto.” James said to Mireille before walking out, leaving just Dante and Mireille in the living room.

For the next few seconds, the both of them were silent and just staring at each other until Dante could not hold back anymore. He pulled her into a tight hug, wrapping his arms around her in a warm embrace.

Mireille hugged him back tightly, not being able to stop herself from doing so.

“I missed you, Princess.”

“I…” Mireille tried not to say the words, her head buried in his chest.

“Dante.” she pulled away from the hug.

“I… I am here to pick my things up and leave. I should just get to it.” she mumbled, her words almost in a rush and walked past Dante hurriedly.

Dante stretched his hand forward to grab her but he hesitated. He wanted to hold her back and make her stay. He could do it, he was sure but was it right to do so?

Mireille was like a beautiful bird which he had managed to keep by his side. A beautiful bird he had failed to properly protect and so it was better to open the windows and let the bird out, right?

Mireille had so much to do in life and he would only be holding her back. The selfless thing to do was to let her out but he wanted her by his side badly.

“Princess.” Dante called, going after Mireille.

Mireille didn’t stop. Instead, she hurried off into the room they had been sharing before and Dante walked into the room right after her.

He shut the door behind him and leaned against the door frame whilst Mireille moved around the room, picking a couple of things and throwing them into a bag almost in a frenzy.

“I hate it!” She half screamed and half cried and threw the bag on the floor.

Dante walked over to her and held her shoulders, before raising her head up slightly to make her face him. These past few days, he had barely seen her smile. She was either wearing an expressionless look or crying.

“Dante.” she called his name.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Do you love me?” She questioned.

“I do. I fucking love you so much and you should know that best. You are the one I love the most on earth. I would choose to lose my life over you losing yours countless times.”

Mireille tried to swallow the lump in her throat. That was right. Dante had hidden her that night and had been willing to die instead.

“But… You are not the man I fell in love with, do you realize that? I didn’t fall in love with a mafia boss! I didn’t fall in love with a man who is involved in this dirty business! I thought I fell in love with a man who could protect me but I fell in love with the man who will bring me into several dangers!” Mireille felt her heart clench at the thought of their baby.

If it wasn’t for the fact that she lost her baby during all of these, Mireille could have jumped on Dante and promise him all over again that she would be by his side anyways but having lost the child, it hurt way too much.

“Dante. I have a question for you.” she proceeded.

“Ask.” Dante replied.

“Is it true that you are a monster who will do anything for power? Is it true… That you killed your own dad?” She asked and Dante’s face darkened.

“James told you about that?” Dante asked.

“Yes, he told me about it and I want you to tell me that it is a lie.”

“It is… Not a lie.” Dante said truthfully.

“But he…”

“Enough, Dante!” Mireille jerked his hands off herself and moved away from him, shaking her head in disbelief.

“I don’t know what your father did but what he did doesn’t matter in this case! You should not have killed your own dad! If you killed your own father, then you could kill anyone else. You could kill James and you could kill me too one day.”

“Mireille! You know I would not…”

“No. I don’t know anything anymore! I don’t know anything about you, Dante! I had no idea what you were doing, I know nothing about your past and your present and you want me to share in your future?!” She shut her eyes tightly.

“I really should have listened to you and not fall for you. None of this is your fault, Dante. It’s my fault for falling when you warned me countless times already.” she added.

“Let’s break up, Dante Romano.”

Author’s Note: Just 23 chapters to get to the end of The Bad Boy’s Princess. Thank you all for the support so far.