Always Been You

~Dante’s POV~

I was left speechless and frozen in one place as I stood there, unable to contain the wrath that was building within me. “What exactly did you say?” I watched her as she spun around and, with a gasp, dropped her phone on the floor.

“Dante.”

“What did you just say, mother?” She began to bite her nails, then clutched her gown as if her life depended on it. She was striving for some sort of equilibrium as she trembled backward.

“What is going on here?” My father entered the room. His eyes moved from my trembling mother to mine. “Care to explain what is happening here?” I waited for my mum to open her mouth and explain why she had done what she had done.

“I-I can explain.” I sneered at what she had stated.

“You can explain? Listen, I don’t want to see you ever again, and you will never see your grandchildren ever again. Do you understand?”

“Dante, please allow me to explain. You’re to blame for everything!” She screamed.

“And I deserve to be kept in the dark? I am their father! Stay away from me and my children!”

“Children!” my father exclaimed.

“Ask your wife what she did.” I said to my father while turning to my trembling mother, who seemed to have a lot to say, “Stay the fuck away from me and my kids. You are the worst person ever!”

“Dante, I know you are angry, but you cannot take those children away from Lola.”

“Don’t you dare tell me what to do; you are nothing to me. You will no longer receive any allowance and will never access any of the company’s resources because you have abused your power. I’m out of here.” I said as I started to walk away.

“You and Lola have children?” When my father asked, I came to a standstill.

“Yes, I had no idea about them before yesterday. Your wife thought that my children were better off without their father.”

“What is he talking about, Martha?”

“Honey, I can explain.”

“How old?”

“4 years.”

“Martha, you are the worst. How can you keep anything like that from us, let alone me? Damn it, I’m your husband!” I turned my eyes to my mother, filled with fury, hatred, and a slew of other feelings I couldn’t understand. Tears streamed down my cheeks. The worst type of betrayal is that of a mother. I had faith in my mum. I knew I was wrong when she cut ties with me, and I needed to find Lola. She left because of me, but hiding my children is something I will never forgive. I hate them, all of them. I climbed into my car and headed home. I had a shower, and when I was finished and ready to sleep, my daughter woke up.

“What’s the matter, baby?”

“Can I sleep in your arms, Daddy?” The similarities between the two make me think of her mother. I’m sure she had a nightmare. I drew her into an embrace.

“Do you want some milk, princess?” She nodded and grinned. “Okay, let me go get your milk. I’m coming.”

“Daddy, can I go with you?” She said while gripping my hand. How can I say no to her? She’s such an angel. As we walked to the kitchen, I carried her in my arms. I placed her on the counter.

“Princess, don’t move. Daddy wants to warm your milk.” She giggled when she saw me pour the milk into the cup and heat it. After preparing the milk for her, I watched her drink the milk, and she took me back down memory lane when Lola was nine. My daughter drinks milk at night too, and she takes it after her. My Bunny. I wonder how she is doing. I brush the thought away. I shouldn’t be worried about her; she didn’t worry about me while raising them all by herself.

The next morning, I woke up and decided to work from home since I hadn’t found a school for them and they were still getting used to the place. I entered the kitchen. I had no idea what they liked, so I asked the cook to cook whatever she could before they woke up. While I waited for them, I made myself some coffee. After a few minutes, Mia came down, all cleaned up.

“Good morning, Daddy!” She stated this as she jumped up to kiss me.

“Good morning, princess.”

“Daddy!” I didn’t bother looking because I recognized the voice. “You have a child?”

“What are you still doing here? I thought I told you to leave my house.”

“Answer me first.”

“Why are you, my wife? I don’t remember owing you any sort of explanation.”

“Princess, who helped you dress up?” My daughter was still staring at Candice with her big, beautiful eyes when I asked her.

“Kai and Tyler always choose what I wear.” I chuckled. I, too, used to choose what their mother had to wear. We were still waiting for Kai and Tyler to come down while the cook set the table for breakfast. I was thrilled because she cooked almost everything. Mia chose strawberry and vanilla pancakes right away. I smiled at how she couldn’t wait for her brothers.

“Good morning, Dad.” I looked at him closely and saw it was Tyler.

“Morning, Tyler, how was your night?”

“Good.”

“Morning.” That’s all Kai said. In every sense, Kai resembles me. Tyler is a combination of coldness with a tinge of sweetness.

“You have three children. Who is their mother?” I became enraged. I don’t want my first breakfast with my children to be ruined.

“Thomas!” I yelled, and he rushed in, coming to a halt not far from the table. “Bring everyone here, from the guards to the cleaners.” I need everyone to arrive within the next 5 minutes. He nodded, and everyone was standing by us within 5 minutes. “Anyone who would dare to open the gate for this woman under any circumstances would be fired with immediate effect. These are my children and you will treat them as though you were treating me. As for that woman, make sure she parks her belongings and leaves my house within the next 20 minutes.”Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Dante, I have nowhere to go. I can help you take care of your children!”

“What makes you think my children don’t have a mother?”

“Who is their mother?”

“Thomas, the 20 minutes start now. Drag her out if you want, but I would like to eat my breakfast in peace.” That’s what I said as I saw them haul her out of my house. I don’t have time to listen to her stories. She always has an excuse when it’s time to leave. I don’t want anything that will come between me and my children.