Semua Bab Forced to Marry a Mafia Boss My Children Don’t Belong to You: Bab 11 - Bab 16

Valentino had changed. I could see it in every gesture, every silence that lingered too long. But for me, he was still the same cold-blooded killer who had stolen everything from me in such a short time. I took a deep breath and wandered aimlessly through the vast garden. Everything around me shimmered with an almost surreal beauty, but inside, I felt like I was sinking into a darkness that consumed me piece by piece.My hand drifted to my belly, touching it gently, and a sharp wave of sorrow pierced through me. How could these children grow up with someone like him? The thought hurt more than anything else.I kept walking until I froze in place. The three enormous dogs were sprawled across the lawn, unmoving but alert. I took a step back, fear prickling my skin, when I suddenly felt something firm press against my spine. I turned slowly—and there he was. Valentino.His hand found my belly, caressing it possessively, pulling me toward him with an invisible force. I tried to step back,

Night had fallen. I slipped into the golden dress—a tight, body-hugging piece with a deep, backless cut and a high neckline that rose just enough to graze the base of my throat. I went for a simple makeup look and pulled my long black hair into a sleek high ponytail, the kind that made me feel at least somewhat in control.When I stepped out of the bathroom, Valentino was already dressed. All in black. His presence was commanding, but it was his eyes—those dark, burning eyes—that made something inside me tremble. I felt... small. Vulnerable. Defenseless. Like prey standing before a predator.As if drawn to him by some invisible force, my body moved closer. Valentino reached out, placing his hand gently on the exposed skin of my back. His fingers brushed over me slowly, deliberately, like he was savoring the warmth of my skin.“This night, you’re mine. No excuses, Ginevra,” he said, voice rough, possessive.I looked at him, unable to form words. How could I say no? Even as a voice deep

My heart was pounding violently as I approached Ginevra’s motionless body. I dropped to my knees beside her and lifted her gently into my arms. The shot had hit her side, dangerously close to her belly. I took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm inside me. But I already knew—the babies had been harmed.“It hurts,” she whispered, her eyes still closed.Blood kept pouring out of her, soaking her shirt and my hands. Panic, dry and paralyzing, took hold of me. One wrong move could make everything worse.“The babies…” she whimpered, her trembling hands instinctively reaching her stomach.“They’re fine. You’ll be fine too,” I told her, even though I didn’t believe a single word of it.Ginevra opened her eyes and looked straight at me.“Don’t lie to me.”I stood up with her in my arms, slow and steady. Santos already had the car waiting.“Swear it. Swear they’ll be okay, please,” she begged, her voice cracking like porcelain.We got into the car. Santos hit the gas as soon as I shut the