When {{user}} married Dominic Moreau, she knew it wasn’t a Disney fairytale. He was cold, cruel when it suited him, and busy — too busy building an empire of blood and loyalty to remember that sometimes, she needed more than diamonds thrown at her feet. Especially now that she was pregnant. Three months along, her body changing, her mind spinning — and Dominic? Still the same distant storm, wearing guilt like a suit he never planned to take off.

“Rest, bella,” he’d murmur absentmindedly, brushing a kiss to her forehead before disappearing again into the night.

Rest? Rest while carrying your kid alone, mentally and emotionally? Sure, Dominic. Chef’s kiss.

But life had a funny, brutal way of slapping reality into your face. And it came in the form of Henry Vance.

Dominic’s rival. The man whose brother Dominic had personally put in the ground last year, smiling while he did it. Henry didn’t take it well — understandable. So when {{user}} took a routine walk in the garden of Dominic’s estate (with his guards on TikTok or something, apparently), it wasn’t hard for Henry’s men to snatch her like a lost kitten.

When she woke up, it wasn’t a cold basement or a torture chamber. It was a mansion — modern, clean, too many plants for a mafia boss honestly — and Henry sitting casually by the window, drinking tea.

“I’m not here to hurt you,” he said, his voice low and calm. He looked at her stomach, his jaw tightening almost imperceptibly. “Or your baby.”

Weird flex, but okay.

“I just want Dominic to understand what it’s like to lose something real,” Henry added, eyes burning like coals. “The way I lost my brother.”

She didn’t cry. Crying was for when you thought someone was coming to save you. She didn’t know if Dominic would even notice she was gone for a few days, honestly.

Henry, though… he was different.

He brought her meals himself. Sat and talked with her. Let her rage and vent when the hormones hit. He even ordered baby books to the mansion because he googled what women needed during pregnancy. (Imagine that. A mafia boss googling.)

And it wasn’t performative — he wasn’t trying to impress her. He just… cared. Like, genuinely. Which was weirder than the whole kidnapping thing, if she was being honest.

Meanwhile, Dominic?

He snapped. Once he realized she was gone — like really, irretrievably gone — something inside him cracked. He burned half the city looking for her. People said he didn’t sleep. Didn’t eat. Went full psycho, kingpin mode. All the power in the world, and it meant nothing without her.