Novel Sweet
Ciao Principessa
For the next few seconds, Dante was frozen to the spot. He didn’t turn to face Ditto and didn’t look away from the car he was about to get into.
His head throbbed and his heart raced at the same time, definitely not for the best reasons. His face had been drawn into a hard, scary look.
“What did you just say?” His words were picked, one after the other as he turned slightly to face Ditto.
“Miss. Mireille is pregnant” Ditto replied, his voice lower this time around.
It had just been three months since they had parted and Mireille was already pregnant? During these three months, Dante had not touched another woman. He had not even attempted it because he knew he could not and yet Mireille had gotten another man and gotten pregnant already.
“She is still pregnant.” Ditto mumbled the words and Dante’s brows furrowed.
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“What do you mean?” He questioned.
“Miss. Mireille has a baby bump. If she left here three months ago and was impregnated within these three months, I do not think her baby bump would be that obvious and according to the person I asked to watch her, Miss. Mireille is not meeting with any other man.” Ditto raised his head up and looked at Dante as he broke the news to him.
“The child Miss. Mireille is carrying has to be yours, boss.”
Dante felt his head do a little spin. Mireille had not lost the child and yet she had lied to him for three months and made him live with the guilt of being the worst father to his unborn child by killing the child before the child even arrived in the world.
James had lied to him too because there was no way Mireille would be pregnant and James would have no idea about it. Dante’s fists clenched as his brows pulled closer.
“Send the address of Mireille’s home to me.”
“Yes boss.”
*
Mireille walked down the road. She had a grocery bag in her left hand and her bag in her right hand as she trudged home.
She had decided to take a walk home instead of taking a cab, since she had not been exercising regularly these days.
“Mommy is doing this to ensure you come out healthy. Everything mommy does is for you, okay?” She spoke, staring down at her stomach before giving a soft giggle.
Her unborn baby was her closest companion whenever she was alone. She recalled Dante’s conversation with the child months back and the smile on her face gradually faded.
“Everything is fine.” she braced herself and continued to walk down the road.
Mireille could hear the noise of a motorbike coming from behind her but she paid absolutely no attention to it since she was not walking in its way.
The motorbike rode past her and the person seated behind the rider snatched Mireille’s handbag before she could realise it.
“Hey! Thieves!” She called out in a loud voice, hoping someone or anyone would help her but she only heard the men laughing out loud as the motorbike zoomed away.
Dropping her grocery bag to the floor, Mireille ran after the motorbike. She had her phone, her ID card, her debit card all inside the handbag but worse, she had the ring inside the bag.
She had pulled it off and dropped it in the bag when she went grocery shopping.
“Stop you thieves!!” She cried out but the bike was gone already.
“No… No!” she shook her head as she slowed down.
Another bike zoomed past her, this one even faster.
“Bastards!!!” Mireille screamed, immediately assuming that the other bike had to be a thief too.
“You slimy bastards!”
*
Mireille walked to her front door with empty hands. She had reported the incident to the police and she hoped that they would be able to find her things.
She was no longer with Dante but she could not bear losing the ring he had given to her. Getting to her front door, Mireille found the door slightly ajar.
Her eyes widened and a rush of adrenaline surged through her body.
“Did thieves comes to my home too? What the hell is it with thieves today?”
Mireille was going to turn back and go to the police station to inform them about this too but recalling that the pink diamond necklace was inside, she swiftly moved into the house.
Her heart was pounding in her chest as she looked up the stairs and realised that her room was dimly lit.
The thief had to be in her room and her room was where she had kept the necklace. Losing the ring and losing the necklace on the same night would be nothing short of a nightmare for Mireille and she didn’t want to experience that nightmare.
She walked up the stairs, treading carefully with a pounding heart. Her forehead was starting to get sweaty but Mireille refused to back away.
She wasn’t going to leave this house without the necklace. It wasn’t just expensive but it had belonged to Dante’s mother! Hell, it had not just belonged to his mother. It was a family heirloom and she wasn’t going to let some thief steal it away from her child.
Getting to her room, Mireille gulped down hard. The door was just slightly open. She peeped into the room and only saw the shadow of a man in the room.
She peeped into the room a bit more to be sure there was only one man in the room and she affirmed that it was only the shadow of a man who was in the room.
Rushing back down the stairs as quietly as she could, she hurried into the kitchen and picked a knife.
Mireille walked carefully back to her door, took in a deep breath, clutching the knife tightly and pushed the door open.
“You bastard! What are you doing in my room?! I know you are here to steal but don’t you dare do so. Drop whatever you have taken and leave my home right now!” She said in the firmest voice she could muster as she looked at the back figure of the man who was standing beside her bedside table.
The man looked a bit familiar but the tension in Mireille could not let her think that through.
“Didn’t you hear me?!”
“Your drawings of me are beautiful, Princess. How much did you miss me to have drawn so much?”
The voice resounded through the room and Mireille’s eyes squinted in utter surprise.
“N-no, it can’t be.” she muttered and the man turned to face her, her sketchbook in his hands.
It was Dante and he had a hard look on his face as his gaze settled on her.
“Ciao Principessa.”