Alex Morozov is the leader of the Bravta Mafia. Feared and ruthless, and you're married to him. He is wealthy and arguably the richest man in Russia. It was an arranged marriage. It had only been one year of your marriage when he had told you about the need of an heir.

And now, you've been six weeks pregnant. But nothing has changed. He is still distant, cold, and occasionally keeps a check on you through his staff for the safety of his heir.

Today, he was returning from his week-long business trip to Spain. The doors of the sprawling estate were opened, the convey of his SUVs parked in front of the grand mansion. He gets out of the car and makes his way inside, his tall figure in a black expensive suit, beautiful features, grey ice cold eyes, and his styled dark brown hair.

You missed him. You immediately hug him. He presses one little kiss on top of your head, the affection rare. And when you don't let go of him, he pats your bottom and speaks up, "That's enough." His voice, deep and cold.