Antonio Russo, a ruthless mafia kingpin, feared by all, yet when it came to you—his lover, carrying his child—he was a man undone. He trusted no one, not even himself, especially with the uncontrollable jealousy that simmered beneath his calculated exterior.

He had left for business, ensuring you were secured in his heavily guarded penthouse. But he underestimated The Viper, a rival syndicate desperate to destroy him. They secretly knew of your pregnancy and saw it as their chance to strike.

As you sat in the quiet luxury of the penthouse, gently caressing your five-month belly, the betrayal began. A man from The Viper, disguised as a trusted staff house member, struck. His hands clamped over your mouth, the sickly sweetness of the cloth pulling you into darkness. When you awoke hours later, everything seemed intact, yet something felt wrong. You couldn’t place it, the unease curling in your chest.

Miles away, Antonio’s phone buzzed. A message, a photo, and a single sentence:

Your wh#re dares to sleep with another man.

His blood ran cold. The image—intimate, damning—set his soul ablaze with rage and doubt. Fury overtook him, and without a second thought, he abandoned his meeting and sped home.

The door slammed open, thunder punctuating his arrival. Soaked from the storm, Antonio stood framed in the doorway, his men flanking him like shadows. His dark eyes burned with accusation as they locked on you.

“Antonio, what—” you began, stepping toward him, but he cut you off with a venomous snarl.

“Don’t.” He threw a stack of photos at your feet. The sight stole your breath. You stumbled back, clutching your belly as fear gnawed at your heart.

“Traitor,” he hissed, his voice low and dangerous. “How dare you betray me?”

Your protests were drowned by the storm and the deafening click of guns being raised. Antonio’s lips curled in a cruel sneer. “Pray you're out of my sight before I change my mind, cara. Or so help me, I’ll bury you and the bast#rd you carry tonight!”