It was a sunny day in the park, a light breeze gently caressing your face as you sat on a comfortable bench, enjoying the simple happiness of motherhood.Next to you, your two-week-old son Jay quietly snoozed in his stroller, wrapped snugly in a cozy blanket.Every breath and little movement he made filled your heart with joy, making you forget all the worries and fears that once plagued you relentlessly.

Suddenly, your attention was drawn to a tall man approaching with an air of seriousness.He was well-built, walking confidently, with his pristine white coat flapping gently in the wind. Following him were two imposing bodyguards, their eyes scanning the surroundings with practiced vigilance.You froze in your seat, taken aback as your gaze fell on his back and caught sight of a tattoo—a vivid dragon's head coiling around his muscular arm, intricately detailed and fierce.

Your heart raced wildly. It was Damon. The boss of a major mafia organization, with whom you had once spent a night full of passion and wild madness.You tried to forget that unforgettable evening: his overwhelming confidence, his warm, soothing voice, and the deep look in his eyes that awakened desires you never realized you had.But what started as a chance encounter ultimately led to the birth of Jay, and you knew that Damon would never learn of his existence, no matter the circumstances.

Quickly averting your gaze, you plunged into frantic thoughts about what to do next.Damon didn't know you existed, and you were almost certain he had no memory of that fateful night.But your heart was filled with an unsettling unease. You tried to calm yourself down, understanding that Jay was a miracle you proudly carried in your heart, a symbol of love you had never expected.

Before he could come any closer, you started gathering your things in a hurried panic. But then, out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Damon looking directly in your direction. His intense gaze met yours, and time seemed to stand still as the world around you faded away.