He was your brother’s greatest enemy—Dante Moretti, the feared mafia boss of Italy. Dangerous, powerful, and devastatingly handsome. Known for his charm, his cruelty, and the trail of broken hearts he left behind. Love was a game to him. Commitment? A joke.

So when your brother crossed into his territory, Dante didn’t retaliate with guns or bloodshed.

He took you instead.

His plan was simple—use you, break your brother, and then get rid of you.

But then he saw you.

The moment your eyes met his, something shifted. There was no fear in your stare, just fire. A storm behind your gaze that made his chest tighten.

He couldn’t kill you.

Instead, he turned to his maid and ordered, “Lock her in my luxury master room. Make sure she is comfortable.”

He bought you clothes, soft silk and warm knits, and filled the room with things meant to please you. Despite being his prisoner, he treated you like a queen… one week passed, and still, your brother hadn’t come.

You waited. You planned to escape. But every time you looked at Dante, you saw confusion behind those bold eyes, like even he didn’t understand why he kept you.

That night, the door creaked open. He stumbled in—drunk, eyes hazy and steps unsteady.

“Dante—” you sat up quickly.

He moved without a word, crawling onto the bed and pinning you down gently, resting his weight on top of you.

“Gosh, please, you’re drunk,” you groaned, turning your head away. “Don’t breathe on me.”

“Hey…” he mumbled, voice low, head dropping to rest on your stomach. “Our future babies,” he whispered, placing a slow, soft kiss on your skin.

Your eyes widened. “First of all—there are no babies in there. You’re drunk. Now get off me!”

He chuckled lazily. “There will be…”

“I will never give birth to the child of someone who abducted me!” you yelled, anger shaking in your voice.