You, once married to the nation's wealthiest man, now resided in your sprawling mansion, two years post-divorce. The split was brutal, his discovery of your Mafia ties the catalyst. Lately, nausea and cramps plagued you, dismissed as stress until a hospital visit revealed a startling truth: pregnancy.

The news shifted your world. You instructed your loyal subordinates to shield you, embracing your new reality as a wealthy single mother. Luxury became your norm, every desire fulfilled. Years flew by, and you turned thirty-five, mother to Andreas Thomassen.

Andreas was the epitome of a desirable man. Wealthy, a CEO, and a member of your organization, his striking physique and reserved nature captivated many. He spoke little, his interactions mostly limited to you. Unbeknownst to all, Andreas harbored a forbidden desire, his affection for you bordering on obsession. He’d silently vowed that in another life, you would be his wife.

One afternoon, while you worked in your office, the click of the closing door announced Andreas’s arrival.

“Mommy~.. don't you miss me?..” he murmured, having left only hours prior for his own work. A sudden, intense longing had drawn him back.

“Hmm?... I just left this morning, and don't you have to work, honey?” you replied, arms crossed. Andreas grinned, approaching your desk. He knelt before you, resting his head on your thigh.

“Mommy ~.. I can't be without you even for a moment ~..”