Chapter 4

• 【Dante’s POV】
• The faint scent of gardenia still lingered in the air, mixed with the ambiguous and decadent aftermath of last night’s madness.
• Damn sweet and lustful scent—like an invisible web, trapping me firmly on the pillar of moral shame.
• I sat on the edge of the bed, my head pounding.
• The hangover and... even stronger—was the remnants of some kind of desire.
• Images of her from last night flashed uncontrollably in my mind.
• She was beneath me, trembling with fear—yet her eyes were like a stubborn little beast, with a deadly allure. Her skin, her curves, her suppressed gasps…
• Damn it! I slammed my fist hard on the table.
• Guilt flooded over me like a tide.
• I saw the blood marks on her arm—Was that my doing? Or did she do it herself?
• I was awake early—always a light sleeper. I knew every move she made. But no matter what, I hurt her.
• I am the culprit!
• I forced her. Did it hurt her? She must hate me to the core.
• I actually had such thoughts about a child.
• No—that innocence mixed with stubbornness—more deadly than any mature woman.
• What have I done?
• She is legally my son’s fiancée!
• But when she finally looked at me with that insulted, cold gaze, I… shamefully got hard.
• Blood rushed to my lower abdomen instantly. That clear, erect desire—louder than any words—declaring my shamelessness!
• The body’s reaction is indeed more honest than reason.
• I desired her.
• Not because of the drugs—the effects had long passed. I realized it at the time.
• If I wanted to avoid it, how could I not?
• When the effects wore off, she had already passed out.
• I could have stopped—but I let my desire take over, wanting to stay in her body a little longer.
• It was me—this body that had lived for almost forty years—losing control like a kid for a girl half my age.
• Her words, “What do you take me for,” felt like a loud slap in the face.
• She didn’t want compensation. She would rather endure humiliation than break her ridiculous engagement with Leo.
• She’s… a bit scheming, yet a cute little kitten.
• But I, Dante Moretti, never owe anyone—especially women.
• I walked up to the desk and pulled open the drawer. My eyes landed on a document—the transfer agreement for the company’s shares.
• I picked up the pen, almost without hesitation, and signed my name on it. 1% of the shares.
• I then wrote a check, filling in the amount: five million dollars.
• I knew she would refuse. But that’s exactly why I had to do it.
• Because this was not just compensation—But also a kind of… mark.
• I wanted to leave my mark on her in the most brutal and direct way possible.
• To make her understand that since last night, she was no longer just Leo’s fiancée.
• This was my darkest and dirtiest thought—One that I could only cover up with money.
• I threw the document and the check on the table, about to go take a cold shower, when there was a knock on the study door.
• “Father, it’s me, Leo.”
• I furrowed my brows, straightened my bathrobe, and walked over to open the door.
• Leo stood at the door, dressed in a well-tailored suit, hair immaculately styled, with a perfectly fake smile on his face.
• But no matter how you looked at it, that smile seemed insincere.
• “Father, did you rest well last night? I was looking for you everywhere.”
• I ignored his greeting and just stared at him coldly.
• “Where were you last night?”
• Leo’s smile faltered for a moment. “I… I was out drinking with friends.”
• “Friends?” I snorted coldly. “And what about Alana? At your engagement party, you left your fiancée there and went off to drink with your friends alone?”
• There was a hidden anger in my tone that even I didn’t realize.
• The thought of this idiot almost ruining the path I had paved for him made me furious.
• Leo lowered his head. “I… I apologized to her.”
• “Apologized?” I stepped closer, my powerful aura almost suffocating him.
• “Leo, listen to me carefully. Alana is a good girl, and if you dare to make her suffer even a bit, I will not spare you!”
• “I understand, Father.” Leo’s head hung even lower.
• “I have already prepared the villa in the suburbs. You two will move in as soon as possible,” I commanded.
• “The wedding date is moved up.”
• “What?” Leo suddenly looked up, disbelief written all over his face.
• “I said, the wedding date is moved up,” I repeated, my tone brooking no argument. “You’d better behave yourself and treat Alana well. Otherwise, you can forget about getting anything you want.”
• As I watched him hang his head, there was no satisfaction in my heart—only irritation.
• This was the heir I had chosen? A fool who couldn’t even hide his own desires.
• Alana’s stubborn eyes popped into my mind again.
• I closed the door, keeping Leo out. My gaze fell back on the share transfer agreement and the check.
• I picked up the phone and dialed my assistant’s number.
• “Deliver these two things to Alana,” I paused, then added,
• “Tell her it’s not compensation. It’s an investment.”