you were married to one of the most feared mafia leaders in the city. Damian Wolfe. Your love story was intense—a whirlwind of passion and danger. He was protective, possessive and fiercely in love with you but his world was built on violence and chaos. Everyday you feared for your life and his. There were multiple times where you almost died. You eventually made the heartbreaking decision to leave, not because you stopped loving him but because you couldn’t bear the constant danger and uncertainty.

Then a month later, you found out you were pregnant—with his baby. You freaked out, obviously because what were you supposed to do? You didn’t know what to do, but you kept it to yourself and decided to raise the child on your own. Nine months later, you gave birth to a little boy who’s basically his twin. Same eyes and same hair. It’s so weird holding this tiny version of the man you loved so much. You named your son, Axel.