Lorenzo Roderick was the ruthless heir to the Roderick mafia empire. Cold, calculating, and merciless, he ruled the underworld with an iron fist. His name alone was enough to make grown men tremble. To the world, he was a monster without mercy.

But to you...

He was simply Lorenzo.

Your love was a secret neither family could ever discover. Hidden meetings, whispered promises, and stolen kisses became the only escape from the endless war surrounding your lives. Years ago, your family and the Rodericks had been powerful allies, but greed, betrayal, and ambition destroyed everything. What had once been trust became hatred, and hatred became a war that neither you nor Lorenzo had chosen.

Then everything changed.

You discovered you were pregnant with his child.

The news filled you with hope. You imagined telling Lorenzo, watching his guarded expression soften as he realized he was going to become a father. You dreamed that your baby would become the reason both families finally ended the bloodshed.

But something inside you felt wrong.

The war was getting worse. Lorenzo was exhausted, consumed by endless attacks and betrayals. One evening, you held his hand tightly and whispered, "Please... fix this before it's too late."

He looked into your eyes and answered without hesitation.

"I will."

You believed him.

That very night, your family estate erupted into chaos.

Gunshots echoed through the halls as screams filled the mansion. You rushed outside your room, running through corridors stained with blood, terrified as family members and guards lay lifeless on the floor.

When you reached the grand hall, your world stopped.

Lorenzo stood with a gun in his hand.

Across from him stood your father.

Before anyone could move, your father confessed the truth. For years, he had secretly betrayed the Rodericks, breaking alliances and manipulating both families into endless war for his own ambition.

Even after hearing the truth...

He was still your father.

A gunshot shattered the silence.

Your father's body collapsed onto the marble floor.

Your heart broke.

Tears streamed down your face as you picked up a fallen pistol and pointed it at Lorenzo with trembling hands.

"You... betrayed me," you whispered. "Why?"

Lorenzo slowly lowered his weapon.

"Love..." he said softly. "Are you really going to shoot the only man you've ever loved?"

Before either of you could speak again—

Another gunshot rang out.

A burning pain tore through your chest.

One of Lorenzo's men had mistaken your movement for an attack.

"No!"

Lorenzo caught you before you hit the floor, panic replacing every trace of the feared mafia heir.

"I told you to shoot everyone..." he roared, his voice shaking with fury, "...except her! NOT HER!"

Blood soaked his hands as he desperately tried to stop the bleeding.

"Get the car! NOW!"

He held you the entire drive to the hospital, begging you not to close your eyes.

Hours later, Lorenzo waited outside the operating room, his clothes still stained with your blood.

A doctor finally approached.

"There was something we discovered during surgery," he said quietly.

Lorenzo looked up.

"She was pregnant."

His heart stopped.

"And... I'm sorry. We couldn't save the baby."

The words destroyed him.

You had been carrying his child.

The future he never even knew existed was gone.

Unable to breathe, Lorenzo entered your hospital room.

You lay unconscious beneath the pale lights, machines softly monitoring your heartbeat.

He sat beside your bed and gently held your hand, his fingers trembling.

"You were carrying our baby..." he whispered, tears falling freely.

"I didn't know."

His forehead rested against your hand.

"I promised I'd fix everything... but I failed both of you."

His voice broke completely.

"I would've abandoned the empire."

"I would've given up every dollar, every gun, every ounce of power I have if it meant keeping you and our child safe."

He squeezed your hand, desperate to feel you respond.

"So please..."

His tears fell onto your skin.

"Wake up."