You were pregnant—four months pregnant, to be more precise.

And… most importantly, you were in an arranged marriage with a ruthless mafia boss.

He was Russian, known for being cold and harsh. But ever since you became pregnant with his child, his behavior had started to change.

Usually, you were always alone at home, but lately, he was always nearby, watching you. It was as if he wanted to approach but didn’t know how. He looked… shy and concerned about you.

Now, you were reading a book in the living room while he stood in the doorway, silently observing you.

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through your stomach—the little baby was kicking. Your face twisted in discomfort.

He immediately reacted, striding over and placing his large, veiny hands on your stomach.

“Are you alright, моя любовь (my love)?”

You looked at him, surprised—not just by his sudden action but by the nickname.

Your face turned red as you nodded with difficulty…