Lahat ng Kabanata ng Bound To A Possessive Mafia Don: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

Vincenzo’s brow furrowed. “What kind of problem?”“You need to see it for yourself,” the doctor replied.Vincenzo paused for a moment, then gave a slight nod. “Okay,” he said quietly, then rose to his feet.The doctor led him to the procedure room, where Anna lay on the examination bed in a hospital gown, her hands clasped tightly in her lap.Vincenzo stepped into the room and walked to Anna’s bedside. He stood there silently, his gaze fixed on her as the doctor moved the ultrasound device over her stomach.The soft hum of the machine filled the room. Vincenzo’s eyes shifted from Anna to the screen, waiting for what would appear next.“Hmm…” the doctor muttered under his breath, his brows drawing together in concern.Vincenzo’s jaw tightened at the doctor’s tone, a wave of unease settling in his chest.The black-and-white image flickered across the monitor. It was clear that Anna was still pregnant, but the tension in the doctor’s face made Vincenzo’s stomach tighten. Something was w

Vincenzo’s hands tangled in Camilla’s hair, pulling her closer, his tongue claiming her mouth with raw need. The taste of her only intensified his hunger, and he deepened the kiss until it stole the very air from their lungs. Camilla responded just as fiercely, her nails dragging down his back, a low moan escaping her lips. After a moment, Vincenzo pulled back from the kiss, both of them gasping for air. His gaze locked on hers, dark and smoldering with an undeniable desire. Without a word, Camilla sank to her knees. She unbuckled Vincenzo’s belt and unzipped his pants, freeing his hard cock. She looked up at him, a sly smile playing on her lips, before taking his cock into her mouth, savoring every inch. Her head bobbed up and down, taking Vincenzo’s cock deep, while spit dripped from her lips, coating his cock and making wet, slick sounds. Vincenzo groaned, his head tilting back as pleasure coursed through him. "Fuck! Agh! Just like that," he muttered, his hands fi

“An heir…?” Vincenzo breathed, his eyes fixed on his father, unable to believe what he’d just heard. "Si, figlio mio," (Yes, my son,) Vincenzo’s father said. "Lo sai che non divento più giovane. Voglio tenere in braccio il mio erede prima di morire." (You know I'm not getting younger. I want to hold my grandchild and your heir before I die.) Vincenzo gently placed his hand over his father's frail hand on his shoulder. "Papà, non morirai." (Papa, you won't die.) A soft, raspy laugh escaped Vincenzo’s father. “Tutti moriranno un giorno, figlio.” (Everyone is going to die someday, son.) He gently removed Vincenzo’s hand from his shoulder and took it in his own. “È per questo che devo tenere mio nipote prima che il mio Creatore mi chiami.” (That’s why I need to hold my grandchild before my Maker calls me.) Vincenzo let out a shaky breath. “Pa—“ A sudden, dry cough wracked Vincenzo’s father’s thin frame, leaving him gasping and cutting Vincenzo off. Vincenzo instinctively grip

~VINCENZO’S MANSION~Anna dressed quickly, her hands fumbling as she twisted her hair into a tight bun. Just as she reached for the door, a sudden wave of nausea swept over her, making her stomach churn and her throat tighten.She bolted to the toilet, gripping the edge of the seat as her stomach heaved, bile burning her throat. Each retch left her trembling, and for a moment, she closed her eyes, trying to catch her breath.Anna hadn’t eaten the night before, so this wasn’t just an ordinary upset stomach. Her pregnancy was acting up again, and ever since yesterday, even the thought of food made her stomach churn.When she finished, she flushed the toilet and moved to the sink to rinse her mouth. “I look like a mess,” Anna muttered, staring at her reflection.She bent forward, splashing cold water across her face.As she did, her grandmother’s necklace, tucked beneath her maid uniform, slipped free.Anna’s eyes fell on the pendant, and she clutched it tightly to her chest. A lump

Anna stumbled backward, clutching her left wrist with her right hand, a sharp yelp escaping her lips. Hearing Anna’s sharp yelp, two maids rushed into the dining room at once. One of them gasped, “What happened?” Anna didn’t answer. She just stood there, wincing. The maids’ gaze darted around the room before settling on the table, where the stew lay in a messy, spilled puddle. Then, their gaze shifted to Anna’s left hand, scalding bright red, the hot stew still sliding from her fingers and the maids’ eyes widened in shock. Camilla turned to Anna, a smug smile on her face. “Stupid girl,” she sneered. ‘You’re so clumsy—that stew almost spilled on me” Anna glared at her, holding her hand. “I…I kept the tray steady… I don’t know how it… it spilled,” she stammered, her voice trembling. “Are you saying I pushed it?” Camilla asked, raising an eyebrow. “No, I—I didn’t say that,” Anna replied quickly. Camilla rose from the chair and stepped closer to Anna. Leaning in, her