AllFreeNovel
Share Us
The house itself was a grand mansion, a stark contrast to the modest apartment we had lived in before.
It had taken some time for Dominic to adjust to his new surroundings.
Initially, he was hesitant and unsure of the unfamiliar spaces and grandeur surrounding him.
But with each passing day, I could see him becoming more comfortable.
He had surprisingly adapted well, finding joy in exploring the vast rooms and discovering hidden corners of the house.
Dante was a doting father, ensuring Dominic felt safe and loved.
Seeing the bond between them warmed my heart, erasing any doubts I may have had.
Dante had proven to be more than just a man involved in the mafia.
He was a loving partner and a devoted father, always prioritizing our well-being.
As for me, the adjustment had been both challenging and rewarding.
The house staff, loyal to Dante, had been kind and welcoming.
They ensured our needs were met, making the transition smoother.
While I was still getting used to the constant presence of guards and the occasional whispers about Dante's involvement in the underworld, I found solace in knowing that my family was protected and that Dante was doing everything he could to keep us safe.
Living in this new environment gave me a unique perspective on the world Dante navigated.
I realized there was a delicate balance between his position in the mafia and his commitment to keeping his loved ones out of harm's way.
Every decision he made, and every meeting he attended carried the weight of responsibility, not just for our family but for the larger organization he led.
As I watched Dominic giggle and play, I couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude.
Moving into Dante's house had been a leap of faith, but it had brought us closer as a family.
It had revealed a side of Dante that I had only caught glimpses of before—the compassionate, protective man who would stop at nothing to ensure our happiness and safety.
Sure, challenges lay ahead.
The shadows of the mafia may never fully fade, but I was willing to face them with Dante by my side.
Together, we would navigate this complex world, cherishing the moments of joy and love that made it all worthwhile.
Moving into Dante's house had been a choice made out of love, and now, as I saw our son's smile light up the room, I knew it had been the best decision I could have made.
As for my job, working at the hospital had always been an integral part of my life, a place where I could contribute to the well-being of others.
However, since moving into Dante's house with our three-year-old son, Dominic, I had noticed a surprising level of accommodation in my shifts that I suspected might have something to do with Dante's influence as the owner of the hospital.
At first, I approached my supervisor with trepidation, unsure of how they would react to my changing circumstances.
To my surprise, they were remarkably understanding and willing to work with me to find a schedule that suited both my personal life and professional commitments.
Shifts were rearranged and adjustments were made.
While I appreciated the flexibility, a part of me couldn't help but wonder if Dante's presence in the background had played a role in these accommodations.
Being the owner of the hospital undoubtedly held significant sway, and I suspected that my requests for changes had been prioritized because of his influence.
