'SHE CAME INTO HIS LIFE, AND BECAME IT'
The most powerful and ruthless member of the 𝐝𝐞'𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐨 family and the top business tycoon of Italy. Everyone fears him , his own family infact. 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 has a permanent scowl on his face. A devil...
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"Rev, sweetheart please eat" Hayley pleaded sadly with her head almost hanging. I'm so mad at myself. She has to tolerate me. But I don't want to eat, not until I can find my husband.
It's been a week. A week since he's gone. Where? Nobody knows. A week since his phone is switched off and every contact we could have with him was gone.
I wasn't mad at him. Never at him. He couldn't have done anything, as much as I hate the fact that he knew everything way before I did, I also understand that the word he gave to my brother held much more importance. It's okay Dari. But please come back.
"Oh it's chocolate"
"It's my favourite, I'll be waiting at the table" He muttered. He hated cakes. I knew he didn't like cakes but that day, he sat at the table patiently and I had to bake another one because he didn't leave any for Theo.
A sharp pain stings me as I remember my husband's words. His eyes, his smile, his warm hands. I miss you Dari. Please come home to me.
"Dari"
"Yes baby?" He looked away from his laptop. At me. All his attention was on me. My husband shuts his laptop and pulls me into his lap, his warm arms wrapping around my body. I lay my head on his chest, feeling his heart beat.
I clutch my pillow as warm tears roll down my eyes. I needed him here. With me. I just wanted to know that he's alright, I won't mind if he wanted some time. I would give him all the space he wanted. I....I just wanted to know he's okay.
"I love you pretty baby" I remember his words. All I wanted to do was run back to him and cry in his arms. Telling him how much everything has been hurting me. Telling him how the world hurt his wife. I needed him. He needed me too.
I should've scolded him, not talk to him, hit him but leaving him shouldn't have even been a option. Now I miss him.
"Bubs" I feel a strong body drop to the side of our bed. Zane rubbed my shoulders comfortingly. I didn't need comfort, I needed Dari.
"SANTO! SAINT, ZANE COME OUT RIGHT NOW!" I hear Marcus yelling. Marcus never yells like that. He screamed on the top of his lungs. I instantly leave my bed and rush downstairs to where he stood with a laptop in his hand.
He had a grave expression on his face. Sweat was dripping down his forehead and something in me told me that it wasn't a good news. His eyes met mine and he instantly shut up. Marcus put the laptop behind him trying to hide it from me.
