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Chapter 2

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I thought it was Lorenzo, rushing back from Sicily the moment he got the news. Instinctively, I called out in a soft, spoiled whine:

"Caro, it hurts..."

"If it hurts, maybe you'll learn your lesson. Know your place."

The cold voice snapped me back to reality instantly.

Standing by the bed wasn't the imposing man I expected, but Marco.

"Why are you here?" My face went cold. "The cops didn't lock you up?"

"Elena!"

Marco sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed and trying to take my hand.

"Stop making a scene. Do you have any idea how much Frank paid to bury this? Do you want all of New York laughing at our family?"

He switched to a look of deep concern.

"Why didn't you tell me you were pregnant? Do you know how dangerous that was?"

I ripped my hand away from his.

"If you hadn't been screwing around in my house and then shoved me, would the baby be in danger?"

Marco’s eyes looked conflicted, as if he were weighing a decision.

"I'm sorry, but I still can't marry you."

He took a deep breath, his tone shifting to one of matter-of-fact entitlement.

"I know you love me. I know you renovated the house and got pregnant on purpose just to trap me. But I gave my word to my father that I'd marry Bella. The family needs a pure bloodline."

"But don't worry. Bella is kind; she'll tolerate you. You can be my comare (mistress). I'll set you up in an apartment in Brooklyn, and I'll come see you two days a week..."

I laughed out of sheer anger.

He actually thought I got pregnant to win him back? And he wants me to be his side piece?

"I refuse," I cut him off coldly.

"Why! Do you have to push me like this?!" Marco shouted, his shame turning into anger.

"If you're not with me, who else is going to want damaged goods like you? Especially with extra baggage?"

I grabbed the pregnancy report from the bedside table and smashed it into his face.

"Open your damn eyes and look! This baby has nothing to do with you!"

"And who I choose to marry has nothing to do with you either!"

"You want me to be your mistress? Keep dreaming!"

Marco held the report, stunned.

I sneered, "Three months. Marco, surely you haven't forgotten what happened three months ago?"

Hearing this, Marco’s face instantly went pale.

Three months ago was my birthday, the day he was supposed to propose.

I waited for him at a Michelin-starred restaurant for four solid hours.

All I got was a text: "Urgent business came up. I'll be late."

Finally, the restaurant closed, and I was kicked out into the pouring rain in a thin dress.

On the ride home, I scrolled past Bella’s Instagram.

"I told him I was scared of the thunder, so Marco bailed on a multi-million dollar deal just to keep me company."

The photo showed him feeding her soup, wearing the engagement ring I had picked out on his finger.

That night, in despair, I went to the family’s private club to drink my sorrows away.

Marco disappeared for the entire next day. When he finally came home, we had a massive blowout fight. He acted completely self-righteous: "She's your sister! She just got back and isn't adjusted yet. What's wrong with me taking care of her? Why are you so jealous?"

In the end, he took off the ring and threw it out the window.

"Since you feel that way, then let's just forget the wedding! If you hadn't taken Bella's spot, she was the one I was supposed to marry anyway!"

My heart died completely in that moment.

"Fine. I hope you get what you want. The engagement is off."

Marco paused as he was leaving, then said indifferently:

"Suit yourself."

That same day, Bella’s Instagram updated with photos from Paris.

Marco was holding her waist intimately, kissing her under the fireworks at the Eiffel Tower.

For three whole months, Marco was with her.

So how could the baby in my belly possibly be his?

"Three months..." Marco muttered to himself. Then his face turned from pale to red—the rage of humiliation.

Slap!

Another strike across my face.

"Elena, you slut! You slept with some random guy just to get back at me?!"

He grabbed my jaw in a death grip, his eyes murderous:

"If I had known you were carrying some bastard's spawn, I never would have brought you to the hospital!"

"Who is he?! Forget it, it doesn't matter! You're coming to the operating room with me right now. We're getting rid of this mistake!"
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    The silence in the grand hall was so absolute you could almost hear the champagne bubbles popping in the glasses.Every pair of eyes shifted from shock to naked disgust and revulsion.Bella froze in place, the microphone dropping from her hand and hitting the carpet with a dull thud.The mask of the victim she took such pride in had shattered completely."No... this is fake! It's Photoshopped! Elena framed me!"She screamed like a madwoman, trying to rush the stage to block the screen, but her legs were jelly, and she couldn't take a single step.However, the person reacting even more violently than her was Marco, standing right by her side.Marco stared dead at the medical report on the screen, his eyes nearly popping out of his skull.His face turned from ashen to a sickly green—the color of pure terror mixed with physical nausea.Three months ago.That timeline matched exactly when he had dumped me for Bella, the days they spent wildly hooking up under the Eiffel Tower.His hands sh

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    The rear door was yanked open by a hand clad in a black leather glove."Lorenzo..." I choked out, tears streaming down my face.Inside the van, the thug cursed, reaching for his gun."Shit, who the..."Thwip!There was no wasted breath.Lorenzo raised his hand, and his silenced Beretta made a muffled sound. A neat bullet hole appeared in the man's forehead, and his body slumped over, limp.The remaining thugs were terrified out of their minds, scrambling backward on their hands and knees."Don... Don Lorenzo?!"In this city, there wasn't a soul who didn't recognize that face.Lorenzo didn't even glance at the trash. He moved with infinite gentleness, lifting me out of the wreckage."I'm sorry. I shouldn't have gone to Milan to choose your engagement gift."His deep voice resonated in my ear, trembling slightly.I gripped his lapel tightly, inhaling the familiar scent of cigars and amberwood on him. It was the scent of safety."Our baby...""I know."Lorenzo’s gaze swept over my abdomen

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