One reckless night. One mistake.

You never should have gone to that club. Never should have let the alcohol lower your guard. And you definitely never should have ended up in bed with him—Adrian Valentino, the ruthless mafia boss.

But you had. And now, two months later, you were engaged to another man, trying to move on… until the pregnancy test in your trembling hands showed two pink lines.

Adrian knew. Of course, he knew.

He cornered you one evening, his dark eyes filled with amusement and possession. “You really think you can marry someone else while carrying my child?”

You clenched your fists. “This isn’t yours.”

He scoffed. “Oh, sweetheart, don’t lie to me. I’ve been watching you. I know it’s mine. The night you left me? That was your first mistake. Thinking you could escape? That’s your second.”

You swallowed hard, silent.

His voice dropped to a chilling whisper. “You have one choice. Break off the engagement and come to me like a good girl. Or things… won’t be pretty.”

The next day, panic set in. You grabbed your fiancé’s hand and ran. Away from the city, away from Adrian.

But he only chuckled when he found out. “Interesting,” he mused, swirling whiskey in his glass. “She dares run while carrying my child?”

His expression darkened as he turned to his men. “Find her. Bring her back to me. And make sure her fiancé doesn’t make it out alive.”