LOGINHi dear readers, the last seven chapters have been edited! even if the chapter title looks the same, please read it, it's different from chapter (110-116) This is so you can understand future chapters. I recognize the pace in the few last chapters had slowed down, and I assumed you guys may want a little room to breathe before I dive into the next drama. But apparently not, so let's get straight into itttt... thank you for reading ❤️ Teegirl:-)
"Princess, do you want this one?" Enzo holds up a pink teddy bear, turning it around so their daughter can see it properly. The little girl sitting in the shopping cart immediately brightens and points at it. "Bear!" "You want it?" "Yes, Daddy!" "Then it's yours." He drops it into the cart, earning an exasperated sigh from the younger man standing beside him. "Enzo, she has about ten teddy bears at home." "And?" "She doesn't need another one. Her toy room is already filled up with different toys. She hasn't even unwrapped a lot of them yet." Julian doesn't even get the concept of Enzo making a 'toy room' in the first place, let alone having it so filled up. She's only three years old, for crying out loud! Enzo looks at the toy, then at his daughter. "This one is different from the other teddy bears." Julian folds his arms. "How?" "It's pink." Julian stares at him. She has at least three pink teddy bears at home already, and Enzo knows that. He doesn't forget a
The sky outside has already started to deepen into full night by the time Enzo's phone vibrates against his thigh. He is still downstairs among the few remaining guests, half-listening to another round of congratulations, when the message lights up the screen. My baby: Enzo, Come upstairs. Quickly. Almost immediately, Enzo starts panicking. About forty minutes ago, Julian had kissed his cheek and said he needed to rest. What if something is wrong? What if he fell down? The thought that something could be wrong makes Enzo spring to his feet almost immediately. He mutters an inaudible excuse, and without waiting for a reply, rushes into the house. The elevator could not move any faster. By the time he's on his floor, he's practically sprinting down the hallway. He pushes the bedroom door open and stops dead. Julian is on the bed. Perfectly fine, if he may add. But that's not what makes him stop. Julian is wearing red lingerie that's absolutely devastating. He remember
The estate has never looked like this before. This beautiful... White flowers line the path leading through the garden, their petals moving gently with the evening breeze. Rows of white chairs sit beneath an open sky, decorated with soft ribbons and flowers. It's ethereal. Enzo ensuring it was designed exactly how Julian wanted it. The space looks simple enough to remain private, but still extravagant enough to remind everyone exactly who Enzo Moretti is. Just for the people that matter to them. A small, private gathering. Julian stands upstairs in front of the mirror, staring at his reflection. His stomach is even more noticeable now at thirteen weeks, a small curve beneath his white suit. He's come to realize that Omegas seem to show even faster than regular Betas. And the white outfit he's wearing has been specially tailored so it fits him comfortably, the material soft and elegant against his skin. A two-piece with gold embroidery along the hem, collar and edges of th
FORTY MINUTES AGO Elliot reclines back in his chair as Julian leaves, watching Enzo carefully. "So what do you want to talk about that you had him leave?" Enzo doesn't beat around the bush. "I want to marry your son." For a moment, Elliot says nothing, then he lets out a quiet laugh. "You want to what?" "Marry Julian," he repeats without flinching. "Is this because he's carrying your child?" "No." Enzo doesn't blink. "I wanted him long before I knew about the baby." Elliot frowns. "Do you think marriage will just erase all the shit you've done?" Enzo inhales tightly. "I'm going to spend the rest of my life making up for it. I know this doesn't change that." "Have you thought about what happens if he says no?" Enzo doesn't respond for a beat. More than a beat, actually, his gaze pinned on the wall behind Elliot. Eventually, he leans up. "I'm not asking you to convince him. I want your blessing because you're his father. That's all." Elliot arches a brow at his confidence, but
The moment they step into Elliot's mansion, Julian can tell his father isn't planning to make this easy. Elliot sits behind the desk in his office, looking completely relaxed as Enzo and Julian enter. A glass of whiskey rests beside him, and there's a stack of documents spread across the desk. "You're late." Julian checks his watch. "We're only five minutes late." Enzo pulls out a chair for Julian, helping him settle gently before taking the seat beside him. "Good morning to you too, Elliot." Elliot watches them with a flat look that makes Julian sigh loudly. "Dad..." "What?" Julian rolls his eyes and squeezes Enzo's hand reassuringly. It's going to be okay... he hopes? After a few seconds of awkward silence, Elliot finally breaks it. "Two weeks. That's what I gave you. Two weeks to show me that my son would be better off with you." "I remember." Enzo glances briefly at Julian. "He's happy. At least, I hope I've made him happy." "You hope?" Elliot raises an eyebrow.
Enzo adjusts the buttons on his shirt, glancing at Julian through the mirror. "Are you almost ready, baby?" "Almost, babe." "You've been saying that for the past ten minutes." Julian rolls his eyes from where he stands beside the wardrobe, trying to decide between two shirts. "It's hard finding what to wear with my stomach," he whines. His symptoms are more prominent now. Not just with his scent; he's been eating so much lately, as if the small pouch in his stomach is not already bad enough. This morning, he's eaten breakfast three times and had an early brunch a few hours ago. And now they're getting ready to go see his father, but all the shirts are either too tight or ugly. Enzo snorts. "As if you didn't already use to take forever to get dressed before the pregnancy." "Excuse you?" Julian rolls his eyes playfully, finally deciding on a soft pink shirt. Enzo watches Julian through the mirror as he pulls the shirt over his head, revealing his slightly rounded stomach for a m
Julian stands in the middle of an opulent suite of the five-star hotel in downtown Los Angeles. He still can't believe he agreed to this-- not like he really had a choice. It was either an attractive mafia lord, or getting gang raped by a group of dirty Alphas. Fuck his life. Behind him, Enz
"Finally getting rid of that useless Omega upstairs," his father snorts, clinking glasses with his guests like they were sealing a business deal. "Little shit's been a drain since his mother died. But tonight? He'll pay my debts in full." Julian's stomach drops where he's pressed against the worn o
The open-plan of his new room is pure luxury:. The bathroom itself larger than his entire childhood home. But none of it comforts him. He slips away the moment the men's footsteps fade, bare feet padding silently over heated floors. He goes through the new drawers, finding clothes and shoes in
Julian's eyes slowly open to the cool touch of latex gloves between his thighs. His wrists are restrained to the headboard of the massive bed in a luxury suite, arms stretched above his head. Soft morning light filters through the floor-to-ceiling windows, but even the view feels like a taunt.







