Chapter 6 - The Night Dante Gave Up Billions, Bianca Finally Understood Why He Had Been Afraid to Love Her
The aftermath was brutal.
News channels exploded.
Investigations began.
Businesses were seized.
People were arrested.
Dante testified.
Bianca testified.
Their families were forced to face their past.
But the worst part was unexpected.
Dante lost everything.
His father had left him almost nothing.
The trust was gone.
His businesses were dismantled.
His mansion was sold.
Bianca watched him sign papers.
“You're okay?”
He smiled.
“Not yet.”
“What do you need?”
He looked at her.
“You.”
She touched his shoulder.
“You have me.”
He kissed her.
Then they moved into a small house.
No guards.
No private elevators.
No endless rooms.
Just a kitchen.
Two bedrooms.
A garden.
Bianca loved it.
Dante complained about the size.
“You used to own a mansion.”
“Yes.”
“Then why do you look happier here?”
He stared at her.
“Because you're here.”
She smiled.
The bakery downstairs became their favorite place.
Dante learned to make coffee.
Badly.
Bianca laughed at him.
“You're terrible.”
“I have other skills.”
“Such as?”
“Flowers.”
She looked at him.
“Flowers?”
“I've watched you for eleven months.”
Her heart melted.
“You remembered.”
“Everything.”
One afternoon, Bianca found an old envelope.
Dante's name.
Inside was another note from his mother.
You will think losing the empire means losing your future.
It doesn't.
Your future begins when you stop being afraid of losing control.
Dante read it.
Then looked at Bianca.
“She knew you.”
“How?”
“She knew I'd need someone who didn't fear me.”
Bianca smiled.
“I did fear you.”
“I know.”
“And then I learned you were worse at expressing feelings than a twelve-year-old.”
He laughed.
Their relationship deepened.
Slowly.
Honestly.
Then Bianca discovered something.
She was pregnant.
She stared at the test.
Then laughed.
Then cried.
Dante came home.
“What happened?”
She held it out.
He stared.
For once, the billionaire who had negotiated millions without blinking couldn't speak.
“A baby?”
She nodded.
He sat down.
Then laughed.
Then cried.
Bianca knelt beside him.
“Are you okay?”
“I've never been happier.”
He put his hand on her stomach.
“We're going to have a family.”
“Yes.”
“Without secrets.”
“Yes.”
“Without an empire.”
“Yes.”
He kissed her.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Then the doorbell rang.
A delivery.
A single white rose.
No note.
But beneath it was a black rose.
Dante's expression changed.
May you like
“Victor.”
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