The Donna’s Choice Chapter 06
Dante’s POV
Dante’s office was dead silent.
His men sat together, no one daring to look up at hini.
The poster for the South of France estate lay on Dante’s desk, two plane tickets pressed beneath it.
Dante sat there without a word, his face completely blank.
He held the divorce papers. He’d lost count of how many times he’d read them.
That was his signature.
But he couldn’t even remember when he’d signed it.
Dante stared at the signature without moving, utterly fixated.
The door creaked open. Alexa walked in carrying a lunch container. She set it by his hand.
“You haven’t eaten breakfast,” she said, voice soft and proper. “All your favorites.”
Dante looked down at the container.
Truffle scrambled eggs. Smoked salmon.
Every dish was something Alexa thought he liked. But he didn’t actually like any of it.
What he loved was Nora’s French stew. The one she made in that cheap enamel pot, simmering for three hours until the beef fell apart with a spoon and the carrots soaked up all the broth.
Dante set his fork down. The ceramic clattered sharply against the plate.
He tossed Daniel’s phone back onto the desk and leaned into his chair, letting out a short, mocking laugh.
“Just another tantrum.”
His voice was cold.
This time, she’d gotten creative, using divorce as a threat.
Dante flipped his phone face–down on the desk, the corner of his mouth curling into a bitter smirk.
“I bet she won’t last three days.”
Day one, Dante brushed it off.
He just woke up to an empty bedside. No “breakfast is ready” drifting up from downstairs.
He made himself a cup of coffee. The chair across the table sat empty. That chair she always sat in, with a thin cardigan she’d forgotten to put away still draped over the back.
He looked away and poured the coffee down the sink.
He didn’t go after Nora.
He said three days. Three days it was.
Day two, Dante moved his office back home.
Me conference room was too loud. He needed quiet. He needed the sandalwood incense Nora kept in the study. He said-
“Nora, bring me last month’s property reports.”
Dante’s fingers froze over the keyboard.
No one at the study door. No footsteps in the hallway. His voice just echoed through the empty rooms.
Day three, he didn’t come home.
At the afternoon family meeting, no one dared speak.
Dante just sat there, face dark, hair disheveled. Three cups of coffee sat in front of him, each barely touched.
No one asked what was wrong. No one dared. But everyone knew the answer.
The man who kept this man steady wasn’t Alexa. It was Nora. The wife he never introduced, never favored.
Everyone realized it that day. Including Dante himself.
Day four.
Dante gave the order. Deploy the full intelligence network. Find Nora.
He was sleeping in his office lounge. He hadn’t closed his eyes in forty–eight hours.
The door swung open. Alexa walked in wearing nothing but a black trench coat. When she let it fall, there was nothing underneath.
“Dante,” her voice was soft as she pressed against him. “Nora left. She never cared about you. I’m the one who’s been by your side from the very beginning.”
Dante grabbed her wrist and shoved her off.
Alexa stumbled and fell onto the carpet.
“She’s the only wife I’ve ever claimed. You could never stand beside me the way she does.” Dante’s voice was ice.” Get out.”
Alexa’s face flushed red with humiliation. She screamed:
“What the hell do you want?! Ever since Nora left, you’ve gone crazy! Everyone’s saying you’ve changed! But you used to treat me so well–they all said you loved me!”
Dante closed his eyes and pressed hard on his brow.
When he opened them again, the veins in his eyes were even more pronounced.
“Alexa.”
His voice was worn out.
“Your father saved my life. So I will take care of you, protect you, give you the best life possible for the rest of my days. But to me, you will always be just a little sister. Nothing more.”
When Alexa was young, her father–the former Don–had thrown himself in front of a bullet meant for Dante
during that famous dock ambush.
om that day on, Dante became her guardian.
He sent her to the best schools. On her sixteenth birthday, she wanted a tiger cub, and he had one flown in from Dubai.
He watched over her, protected her, indulged her. Fifteen full years.
But he had never loved her.
The phone on the desk buzzed. Daniel’s voice came through, excited:
“Don! We’ve locked onto Donna’s location through facial recognition. She’s at a private apartment in Paris.”
“And also–the hospital report shows that Donna appears to be pregnant.”
Dante gritted his teeth.
“Get the plane ready.”
