Chapter 50 

“You lie!” I felt my whole body tremble as he stared at me and smirked. 

“You made me this way, Lolita!” 

“No, go away!” I screamed. 

“You can’t run from me, Bunny. You are really pissing me off now, Lolita. My Lolita, I will find you, and I will take my children away from you. You will be left with no choice but to follow me home, where you belong. I have many ways to punish you, Bunny. Sexually, financially, emotionally, and physically.” I gasped as he grabbed my breasts and squeezed them so hard. My gasp turned into a scream. 

I sit up straight and take a deep breath. I raise my palm to my chest, attempting to calm my racing heart. I looked around my room, but I still didn’t feel relieved. I jumped out of bed and dashed to my children’s room. I switched on the light from the wall and rushed to Mia’s bed. My lovely daughter was sleeping soundly. I checked my two boys, and they were also sound asleep. I felt a creeping sense of dread throughout my body. 

If Dante ever finds out about them, will he take my children away from me? 

My body was drenched in salty sweat. I didn’t want to start crying in front of my children for fear that they might wake up, so I went back to my room. I tried to get back to bed, but my body was sweaty and so were my sheets. I threw the blanket off of me and walked towards the window. Still breathing heavily, I went outside through my sliding door and onto my balcony to catch some fresh air. I sat in my rocking chair, trying to think while glancing at the sky. I sat in the chair, still watching the black storm clouds that blanketed the sky. There were no stars or even the moon to be seen. I took out my phone, and it was one a.m. I groaned, knowing there was no way I was going to get any more sleep after that nightmare. Dante will surely kill me if he ever finds out that I lied to him. I have been checking the news about him, and he has changed entirely. He appears more cutthroat and has reverted to his playboy persona. I’m not sure I can put my trust in him with the kids. Maybe I should tell him about the kids and tell him that we can’t work. Why hasn’t he submitted the divorce papers? I sweep my hair back, attempting to comprehend Dante Monroe. I don’t have a copy, so I can’t submit it, and if I send him the divorce papers now, Dante will surely start looking for me and possibly want a meeting with my lawyer. If he meets with my lawyer, it will be the end of me because he will start following the lawyer. I am stuck with him, not by choice. Maybe I should tell him about the kids just to avoid his fury. I held my phone in my hand and hid my caller ID. I heard the phone ring, and 

after a while, he answered. 

Dante: Hello 

That voice… I paused and didn’t say anything. I could hear him sigh. 

Dante: Lola, are you there? 

How did he know it was me? 

Lola: Yeah, I’m here. I want to tell you something. 

After pausing, I lowered my head, shut my eyes, and took several deep breaths. 

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Fingerprints of Betrayal 

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Chapter 50 

Dante: Tell me where you are. You can’t do this to me, Lola. You are my wife! 

I panicked when I heard him yell, and I hung up the call. How could I be so naive? Why did I call him? He will track me. He’s going to look into the phone call. With trembling hands, I quickly dialed his mother’s phone. She was very quick to answer the phone.. 

Martha: Hello, baby. Are you all right? 

Lola: I called him. 

Martha: Oh no, baby, it must be very hard. Stop crying. I’ll take care of it for you. For the time being, take your SIM card from that phone and dip it in the water. I’m going to call my guy right now to get rid of all the traces. I know it’s difficult, but you must try. But if you want to work on your relationship with him, you will have to come back home. Do you want to return home, Lola, because if you aren’t ready and you continue calling him, things could spiral out of control? Dante is my son, and he has some lessons to learn. 

Lola: I know, and I’m sorry. It will never happen again. 

Martha: Don’t say that, Lola. I know you love my son, and I know you will still call him. Whatever decision you make, I will always support you. Now get some rest and stop overthinking. 

What a strange dream! I haven’t dreamed about Dante in a long time. The last time I dreamed about him was when I was pregnant. Why now? I looked up at the sky, my thoughts slipping away from Dante. I walked into the room, grabbed a blanket, and went to one of the patio couches to sleep. 

~Dante~ 

I groaned as my hangover pressed against my skin and skull. My hand is resting on what seems to be an ass. I fought the urge to open my eyes as I remembered shit. What the fuck did I get myself into today? My heart pounded in my chest as I recalled that I was drinking and that Candice was at the same bar. I really can’t end up with Candice. If I ever fucked her, I might as well die.