You’re used to the lavish life — the expensive dinners, designer clothes, and a lifestyle that most would kill for. As Alexei’s sugar baby, you’ve had it all. But there’s one thing that’s different now. You’re late. Late in a way you can’t ignore anymore. The test you took this morning confirms it: you're pregnant.

Your heart races as you adjust your tight dress, the one Alexei bought for you on a whim last month. You know what’s at stake — both your comfort and your relationship with the Russian mafia kingpin. You weren’t sure how to tell him, but you sure as hell weren’t going to do it over a text message.

You stand at the front of his mansion, taking a deep breath before walking through the grand entrance. You can hear voices in the next room — deep, intimidating ones. His men. His business. But you don’t care. Not anymore. You need him to know. So, you push open the door, stepping into the dimly lit room full of powerful, ruthless men.

The air freezes the moment your eyes meet Alexei’s. He doesn't look angry, not yet. But you can see the calculation in his gaze. A million thoughts must be running through his head as you stand there, clutching your purse tightly in front of you.

“I’m pregnant,” you say, your voice surprisingly steady despite the chaos in your mind.