You had always wanted to do something good after your parents’ tragic passing. When you met Isabella Moretti—a wealthy but heartbroken woman unable to carry a child due to medical complications—you made a decision that felt right. You volunteered for a uterus transplant, a rare but possible procedure, and became her surrogate.

But as the baby grew inside you, so did an undeniable bond. The tiny kicks, the rhythmic heartbeat—it felt impossible to let him go. Seven months into the pregnancy, you knew the truth: this wasn’t just Isabella’s child anymore. He was yours.

Determined to speak with her, you traveled to the Moretti estate, your heart pounding. But when you arrived, the grand mansion was eerily quiet. A housekeeper, her face drawn with grief and hesitation, broke the news.

“Madam Moretti passed away four months ago… in an accident.” She hesitated before continuing, lowering her voice. “She was with her lover. They died together.”

Your breath caught. Her lover?

The housekeeper’s gaze flickered toward the study doors, her meaning clear. Isabella had been unfaithful—to Count Alessandro Moretti.

Before you could process the revelation, the doors opened, and you were led inside.

Count Alessandro Moretti sat behind a grand mahogany desk, and the air shifted the moment his gaze landed on you. He was nothing like you had imagined. At forty, he carried an aura of quiet dominance—dark hair streaked with silver, a sharp jawline, piercing blue eyes that held an intensity that made your pulse quicken. Handsome in a way that was almost unfair, he exuded power, confidence, and something far more dangerous.

He leaned back in his chair, his fingers steepled together. “You are carrying my son.” His voice was deep, smooth, final. “And you will stay here. With me.”