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Mafia Boss's stolen sperm CHAPTER 72
She took it. Hold it to the light. Read the inscription.My Choice. My Family. My Oath. "I'm not asking you to sign papers," I said. "I'm asking you to choose me. Not because you had to. Because you want to. Every day. Forever."She was crying. Happy tears."We've been through hell," I continued. "We've run, hidden, fought, nearly died. And through all of it, you stayed. You chose me when it would have been easier to run alone. I want to spend the rest of my life being worthy of that choice."I slid off the bench. Got down on one knee in the grass."Alexandra. Will you marry me? For real this time? In front of everyone? With flowers and music and a dress and all of it?"She laughed through her tears. "You're ridiculous.""Is that a yes?""That's a yes."I stood. Took her hand. Slid the ring onto her finger. It fit perfectly.She looked at it. At the inscription. At me."My choice," she read softly. "My family. My oath.""Yes."She pulled me close. Kissed me. The lights glowed. The ga
Mafia Boss's stolen sperm CHAPTER 71
ALEXANDRA The garden was perfect.Not in a magazine way. In a real way. The flowers we had planted together, some blooming, some still waiting. The vegetable beds Liam had built, slightly crooked but sturdy. The path where Ella had taken her first wobbly steps last week, falling more than walking but laughing the whole time.Jenna had helped me string lights through the trees the night before. Tiny white bulbs that would glow as the sun went down. A table covered in yellow cloth held food I'd spent two days preparing. A small cake sat in the center, homemade, slightly lopsided, decorated with strawberries.Ella's first birthday.I couldn't believe it. A whole year. Three hundred and sixty-five days since she had fought her way into the world, tiny and struggling and so fierce. Now she was walking. Almost. Saying words that sounded like real words. Mama. Dada. More. No that one she had mastered completely.Liam appeared in the doorway, Ella on his hip. She was wearing the yellow dress
Mafia Boss's stolen sperm CHAPTER 70
LIAMThe drive home was silent.Alexandra stared out the window. Her face was pale but calm. She wasn't crying. She wasn't shaking. She was just… processing.Finally, she spoke. "He's not human," she said."Not really. There's something missing. The part that feels guilt, that regrets, that wonders if he could have done things differently—it's just not there.""No. It's not.""My mother ran from him. She knew. Even before she met my father, she knew what he was. That's why she left. That's why she changed her name.""Yes.""She was trying to protect me. Before I even existed."I reached over and took her hand. "Yes." She was quiet for a long time after that.ALEXANDRAThree days later, another letter arrived. Different handwriting. Different return address. A woman's name I didn't recognize.I opened it anyway.Alexandra, You don't know me. My name is Sophia. I was with Liam before you. I helped Carlo set the trap that was supposed to destroy him. I'm writing because I need you to k
Mafia Boss's stolen sperm CHAPTER 69
ALEXANDRAI painted every day after that.Not for long. Just snatches of time. Twenty minutes here, an hour there. Whenever Ella slept, whenever Liam was home to watch her, whenever the light was right.The flowers became a garden. The garden became a landscape. The landscape became something else—a memory of the shed, the woman, the girl I used to be.I didn't show anyone. Not at first. The paintings were piled in the corner of the sunroom, facing the wall. Private. Mine.Then one afternoon, Jenna knocked on the door. She had her own canvas under her arm. A painting of the lake at dawn, soft and golden. "I brought a trade," she said. "You show me yours, I show you mine."I hesitated. Then I led her to the sunroom. She looked at the pile. Started going through them. One by one. Slowly. Carefully. When she finished, she turned to me. "These are good," she said. "Really good.""They're just practice.""No. They're not." She picked up the first one—the crowded flowers. "This one especial
Mafia Boss's stolen sperm CHAPTER 68
ALEXANDRA The woman appeared on a Tuesday.I was pushing Ella in her stroller along the lake path, the afternoon sun warm on our faces. Ella was awake, watching the trees move overhead, her tiny hands waving at nothing.I saw her from a distance. A woman my age, maybe a little older, sitting on a folding stool with an easel in front of her. She was painting. The lake. The same lake I saw every day, but different through her eyes.I slowed the stroller as I approached. Not to stare. Just to feel close to something I had once loved.She looked up as I passed. Smiled. "Beautiful day for a walk," she said."It is. Your painting is beautiful."She glanced at her canvas. "It's a start. The light keeps changing. I keep chasing it.""That's the hard part. The light never stays."She tilted her head. "You paint?""Used to. A long time ago.""What stopped you?"I looked down at Ella. She had fallen asleep, her face peaceful, her tiny mouth open. "Life," I said. "Just… life."The woman nodded.
Mafia Boss's stolen sperm CHAPTER 67
The signing took three hours.Document after document. Transfer after transfer. My signature on pages that stripped away everything my father had built and everything I had maintained.By the end, my hand ached. My head ached. But something else, something deeper felt lighter.Harper approached me as the others filed out. "The trafficking of donations. You're sure you want them anonymous?""Yes.""Even anonymously, the scale will be noticed. Someone will ask where the money came from.""Let them ask. Without proof, it's just speculation. And speculation doesn't hurt a legitimate business."He studied me. "You've thought of everything.""I've tried."He nodded, then hesitated. "I lost a niece to trafficking. Ten years ago. She was seventeen. Ran away from home, fell in with the wrong people. We never found her."I said nothing. There was nothing to say."When I saw the donation list," he continued, "the organizations you're supporting—one of them is the group that never stopped looking
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The car was a silent, rolling tomb. Alexandra sat pressed against the door, the cold leather seeping through her coat. Her heart was a frantic, caged thing beating against her ribs. She stared at the back of the driver's head, at the dark glass partitioning them, at the city lights blurring into st
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It happened in less than ten seconds. One moment Alexandra was being assaulted. The next she was standing alone on the sidewalk, her arm freed, staring at the mouth of the alley where David had vanished. She was breathing hard, her eyes wide with shock.Liam stepped out of the car.He crossed the s
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LIAM’S POVThe black sedan was invisible. It was one of a hundred expensive cars parked along the rain-slicked streets of this old, bookish neighborhood. Liam sat in the back, his window down just a crack. The damp, cool air smelled of wet brick and distant coffee.He watched the front entrance of
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The violation was so intimate, so profound, it stole the air from the room. She hadn't hired a thief to break into a lab. She had taken it from his unconscious body, under the guise of care. The betrayal was medical. Spiritual."You are a sickness," he said, the words barely audible."I am what you
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