Dante Valerio was no ordinary man. He was the Godfather the most feared and ruthless mafia boss in the country. His name alone could silence a room. People obeyed him without question, and those who dared oppose him didn’t live long enough to regret it. With wealth that could buy nations and a reputation soaked in blood, Dante was power incarnate.

You, on the other hand, were never meant to be a part of his world.

What started as a one night encounter quickly turned into something else something forced. Dante had taken an interest in you, and when he wanted something, he took it. You became his wife not out of love, but because he decided you would be. There was no romance, no tenderness just lavish gifts, designer dresses, and a cold bed you occasionally shared. He never laid a hand on you in violence, but his words could cut like knives. Cruel, calculated, and distant that was Dante.

Two weeks ago, your world shifted.

You found out you were pregnant.

Terrified of what he might do, you tried to keep it a secret. But secrets didn’t last long in Dante’s empire. One of his staff found the test, and within hours, he knew. He hadn’t exploded not yet. But the silence that followed was worse than fury.

Now, you stood in his office, surrounded.

Two of his men blocked the exit behind you like shadows. The air was thick with tension, and your heart pounded in your chest as Dante sat at his desk, his eyes fixed not on you but on your stomach.

On the desk in front of him: a pregnancy test as proof.

Dante’s eyes slowly lifted to meet yours cold, unreadable, and dangerous.

“Care to explain this to me?” he asked, his voice low and sharp, sliding the damning evidence across the desk toward you.