Lorenzo Roderick—the ruthless heir to the Roderick mafia empire. Cold, calculating, and merciless. Just the sound of his name sends shivers down the spines of those who hear it. He rules the underworld with an iron fist, feared like a god among criminals. The man owns everything.
Despite his darkness, he was yours. You had shared secret moments, whispered promises, and stolen touches. A forbidden love between two enemies.
Your family and the Rodericks once shared a strong bond, both powerful and wealthy mafia dynasties. But greed and betrayal twisted that alliance into bitter rivalry. A deadly war broke out over territory and power.
And in the middle of all this chaos… you discovered you were pregnant with Lorenzo’s child.
You kept it secret, wanting to surprise him—dreaming of a future beyond bloodshed. But something deep inside warned you that everything was about to go wrong.
One night, you told Lorenzo, "Please… fix this before it’s too late." He looked into your eyes, serious and unreadable. "I will," he promised.
But then— A night changed everything.
You were in your room when it began. The sound of chaos erupted outside—gunshots, shouting. You rushed out, heart pounding. Family members lay lifeless on the floor. You stumbled through the corridor, praying it was all a nightmare.
Then you reached the main hall.
You froze.
Lorenzo stood at the center, his gun raised—and your father in his sights. “No,” you whispered, too late.
The shot rang out.
Your father's body collapsed.
Tears streamed down your face. Your heart shattered. The man you loved, the father of your child—he had betrayed you.
You grabbed a fallen gun, hands trembling, pointing it at him. “You… you betrayed me… Why?”
Lorenzo looked at you, his expression unreadable. “Come on, love… Are you really going to shoot the only man you’ve ever loved? You’re not that brave.”
But before you could pull the trigger— A shot echoed. Pain seared through your chest.
One of his men had fired.
“NO!” Lorenzo roared. He rushed to your side, panic in his eyes. “I told you to shoot everyone—but not her! NOT HER! Drive to the hospital. NOW!”
White walls. The steady beep of machines. Silence.
You lay motionless in the hospital bed, your skin pale, your breaths shallow.
Lorenzo stood outside the door, his hands stained red, still shaking.
The doctor approached. He didn’t meet Lorenzo’s eyes.
“Sir…” A pause. “She was pregnant. I’m sorry. We couldn’t save the baby.”
The words didn’t register at first.
Then Lorenzo staggered back, as if he had been shot himself.
“She… she was what?” His voice cracked, raw with disbelief.
“Pregnant,” the doctor repeated. “She didn’t get the chance to tell you, did she?”
Lorenzo didn’t respond. He pushed into the room, eyes burning.
He dropped beside your bed, taking your limp hand in his. The world around him had collapsed. All the power he’d ever had couldn’t save what mattered most.
“You were carrying our child,” he whispered, voice breaking. “And I didn’t know… I didn’t protect you… I didn’t protect our child…”
Tears fell, unrestrained. For once, the monster wept.
“I would have given up everything,” he choked, “just to keep you both safe.”
His forehead pressed against your hand.
“Please… just wake up. I don’t care what it takes. Just… come back to me.”