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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
Mafia Boss's stolen sperm CHAPTER 66
LIAM The next morning, I woke early.Alexandra was still asleep. Ella's monitor was quiet. I slipped out and went to the porch.The folder was there, damp with dew. I picked it up. Held it.Twenty-four days left.I opened it. Read the lab report again. The date. The doctor's name. Two years ago. Another life.I closed it and walked to the lake's edge. The water was still. A heron stood in the shallows.I thought about Sophia. What she had tried to do. She had wanted to control me. To bind me with a child. Leverage. Insurance.She had failed.I had found Alexandra. Built a family. Discovered love that didn't need leverage.And now this piece of me she had stolen was in my hands. A choice, not a chain.I looked at the folder. Then at the lake. "I win," I said aloud.I walked back to the house. Made coffee. Started breakfast.When Alexandra came down with Ella, I was at the stove."Morning," she said."Morning." I flipped a pancake."I've been thinking about the sample." She settled El
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ALEXANDRA The days after the lawyer's visit were strange.Not bad. Not heavy. Just strange. Like walking through a house where someone had moved the furniture. Everything looked the same, but everything felt different.Liam carried the folder everywhere. Not open, he never looked at it. But it was always near. On his desk. On the kitchen counter. On the nightstand while he slept. A presence. A question mark.He didn't talk about it. Not directly. But I saw him watching Ella differently. Studying her face. Her hands. The way she moved. Looking for something he couldn't name.I let him have his silence. Some things need space to breathe.On the fifth night, after Ella's last feeding, I found him on the porch.The lake was dark, the stars bright overhead. He sat on the swing, the folder beside him, a glass of whiskey untouched in his hand. He wasn't drinking it. Just holding it. Staring at the water.I sat beside him. "Twenty-five days left." "Yes.""You've been quiet.""I've been thi
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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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LIAM’S POVThe key turned smoothly in the lock of Sophia Valenti's penthouse. Liam had kept it, a forgotten artifact from a relationship that had been more about convenient appearance than feeling. He stepped inside, the door whispering shut behind him, sealing him into her world.It was a world of
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A sob broke from her throat, short and sharp. Tears welled and spilled over, tracing hot paths down her temples into her hairline. She didn't try to stop them.Dr. Evans smiled, giving her a moment, then gently wiped the gel away and handed her a tissue. "It's real, isn't it?"Alexandra nodded, swi
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