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CHAPTER 89

Auteur: Ashley Cole
last update Date de publication: 2026-05-11 03:49:27

LIAM

Two years later. Evening in the garden.

The light was golden, the kind that comes only in late summer when the sun knows it's about to leave and wants to be remembered. It fell through the trees in long shafts, dappling the grass, warming the flowers Alexandra had planted.

I sat on the bench near the vegetable beds—the crooked ones I'd built years ago, still standing, still producing. A glass of wine in my hand. The woman I loved against my shoulder.

Alexandra's head rested on me, her
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  • Mafia Boss's stolen sperm   CHAPTER 90

    ALEXANDRADinner was simple. Pasta, salad, bread from the bakery in town. We ate on the deck as the last light faded. Ella talked about school. About a friend who was being mean, about a project she was excited about, about a book she was reading that was "the best book ever, Mom, you have to read it." Leo ate quietly, occasionally adding a comment that showed he'd been listening even when he seemed distracted. After dinner, they helped clear the table. It was a rule—everyone helped, no exceptions. They grumbled, but they did it. Then baths, then stories, then bed. I stood in the doorway of Leo's room while Liam read to him. Ella was already asleep in her room, worn out from her own storytelling. Liam's voice was low and steady. Leo's eyes were heavy. When the story ended, Liam kissed his forehead and stood. "Love you, Dad," Leo murmured. "Love you too, buddy. Sleep well." He walked out, pulled the door half-closed, and joined me in the hall. "They're getting big," I said.

  • Mafia Boss's stolen sperm   CHAPTER 89

    LIAM Two years later. Evening in the garden. The light was golden, the kind that comes only in late summer when the sun knows it's about to leave and wants to be remembered. It fell through the trees in long shafts, dappling the grass, warming the flowers Alexandra had planted. I sat on the bench near the vegetable beds—the crooked ones I'd built years ago, still standing, still producing. A glass of wine in my hand. The woman I loved against my shoulder. Alexandra's head rested on me, her eyes half-closed, a small smile on her face. She held her own wine, barely touched. She was listening. We were both listening. Ella stood in the middle of the lawn, arms waving, telling a story. She was eight now—all long limbs and messy curls and fierce conviction. Her voice carried across the garden. "So the dragon wasn't evil, Leo. That's the whole point. He was just lonely. Everyone thought he was a monster because he breathed fire and scared the villagers. But the princess sat with him a

  • Mafia Boss's stolen sperm   CHAPTER 88

    LIAM Dinner was chaotic.Ella narrated the entire finger-painting session in exhaustive detail. Leo demonstrated his monster impression repeatedly. Alexandra tried to eat while mediating disputes about who got the last slice.I watched them. My family. My life.My phone buzzed. Marcus."Marcos found the owner," he said. "It's not who we thought.""Who?""Dante Marchetti. Carlo's son. He was fifteen when his father was arrested. Disappeared. We assumed he was in hiding with relatives. Turns out he's been in Switzerland, building quietly, waiting."Dante. I remembered the name from old files. A boy. A child when this all started.Now he was a man. And he wanted blood."He's back?""He's back. And he's not alone. He's gathered investors—old families, people who lost when Carlo fell. They see him as a way back in."I looked at my children. At my wife. At the ordinary, beautiful chaos of our dinner table."Then we'll deal with him. But not tonight. Tonight I'm eating pizza with my family.

  • Mafia Boss's stolen sperm   CHAPTER 87

    LIAMThe boardroom was glass and steel, forty floors above the city.Twelve people sat around the polished table. Executives. Investors. Lawyers. All waiting for my decision.The numbers on the screen told the story. A hostile takeover attempt. A competitor trying to swallow Thorne Global whole. Three billion dollars at stake."We need to act now," Marcus said. He stood by the presentation screen, laser pointer in hand. "If we wait, they'll gain controlling interest by Friday."The board members murmured. Some looked at me. Others stared at their tablets, avoiding eye contact.I leaned back in my chair. "What's their leverage?""Debt. They've been buying our bonds for months. Quietly. Through shell companies." Marcus clicked to the next slide. "We didn't see it until last week.""Who's behind it?""Old money. Families your father did business with. They've been waiting for an opportunity."My father. Always my father. Even now, years after his death, his ghost haunted rooms like this.

  • Mafia Boss's stolen sperm   CHAPTER 86

    ALEXANDRA The sound came from the living room.Clumsy. Uncertain. One note, then another, then a pause. Then a giggle, but not the baby giggle of years past. Something more controlled. More knowing.I smiled without looking up from my book. Leo was beside me on the couch, working on a puzzle that was actually challenging him now. His brow was furrowed in concentration, tongue poking out slightly the way Liam's did when he focused. Another note. Longer this time. Then a scale, halting but recognizable."Mom!" Ella's voice called from the living room. "Come listen! I've almost got it!"I set down my book. Leo looked up."Piano?" he asked."Piano. Your sister's playing.""I want to see."We walked to the living room together.Liam sat on the piano bench, Ella beside him. She was eight now—all long limbs and messy curls and fierce determination. Her fingers moved across the keys with more confidence than I expected.D. E. F. G. Then back down.She finished and looked at us, waiting."Th

  • Mafia Boss's stolen sperm   CHAPTER 85

    LIAM The announcement was held at the cliff house.Not the rebuilt one—the original site. The place where it had all begun. The cliffs where Alexandra had first come to me, running from her past, looking for safety.We rebuilt the deck. Invited a small crowd. Press, but carefully selected. People who would tell the story right.Alexandra stood at the podium, Leo on her hip. Ella sat in the front row with Kaela, wearing a dress that matched her mother's.I stood beside her. Ready to catch her if she fell. But she didn't need catching."Thank you for coming," she began. Her voice was steady. Strong. "Today, we're announcing something personal. Something that comes from pain, but also from hope."She told her story. The adoption. The uncertainty. The years of not knowing. The betrayal. The survival. The family she had found.She told my story too. The empire, the violence, the choice to change. The sample Sophia had stolen. The children we had made, chosen, loved.When she finished, the

  • Mafia Boss's stolen sperm   CHAPTER 46

    It was so simple. So human. A jealous sister. A hired fixer. A broken heart. All orchestrated by a man sitting miles away, pulling strings. "You have met with Alexandra before." Marcos made that remark."Then the meeting," I said. "How did I meet Alexandra? A librarian does not meet a CEO by chanc

  • Mafia Boss's stolen sperm   CHAPTER 45

    The door was still shut. I had spent the night on the floor across from it. The stone was cold. My mind was not. The storm of feeling was over. Now there was only the quiet. A white, silent space in my head. In that space, there were only facts. Only connections. I stood up. The dawn light was gr

  • Mafia Boss's stolen sperm   CHAPTER 44

    The cruelty was so precise, so surgical, it took my breath away. This wasn't the Sophia I knew. The Sophia I knew was ambition and sharp edges, but not this patient, psychological butchery. "You're wondering about me," she said, reading the silence. "When did I turn? The truth is, I was never on y

  • Mafia Boss's stolen sperm   CHAPTER 43

    The door was shut. It was just a door. Thick, polished wood, set in a stone wall. But it felt like a continent between us. On the other side, the world had ended for Alexandra. In here, in the cool, silent hallway, it had ended for me, too. But my ending was different. Mine was a slow freeze. A lo

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