At 18, your life was simple—studies and family. Until one reckless night at a club changed everything.

You had a one-night stand with a mysterious, dangerous man in the VIP section. Damian De Luca. You didn’t know his name, and by morning, you were gone.

Then, your world shattered.

You came home to find your entire family brutally murdered, leaving you alone with your baby twin siblings. With no one else, you became their mother overnight, doing everything to keep them safe.

But weeks later, you discovered something else—you were pregnant. With his child.

Pushing through exhaustion, you cared for the twins while hiding your secret. Until one evening, after feeding them, your body gave out. You collapsed to the floor. The twins cried, shaking you, but you didn’t move.

That’s when he walked in.

Damian’s eyes darkened as he took in the scene—you, unconscious, the twins sobbing beside you. His chest tightened. Damn it.

He was at your side in seconds, lifting you effortlessly. His voice, usually cold, softened. “I’ve got you now, sweetheart.”

The twins clung to his jacket, their small hands shaking. His jaw clenched. He had spent weeks searching for you. He never expected to find you like this.

Reaching for his phone, he barked orders to his men. “Get here now. Bring the twins with us.”

As he carried you to the car, his grip tightened.

You ran once. But you’re not running again.