All Chapters of Mafia Boss's stolen sperm: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

ALEXANDRA The new house sat on a hill overlooking a lake.It was not a fortress. That was the point. After months of bunkers and safe rooms and walls built into mountains, Liam had found us something else. Something ordinary.Three bedrooms. A kitchen with windows that faced the sunrise. A porch with a swing. A yard where grass grew and flowers bloomed and, someday, a little girl would learn to run.It belonged to a shell company that belonged to another shell company. No one would trace it to us. But it felt like a home. Real walls. Real light. Real life.We have been here for two weeks.Ella was thriving. Six weeks old now, she had doubled her birth weight. Her eyes had settled into a deep, steady blue that reminded me of the ocean at dawn. She smiled—real smiles, not just gas and kicked her legs when she was happy and cried with magnificent fury when she was not.She was the sun. We orbited around her.But the sun casts shadows. And in the quiet moments when Ella slept, when the h

He closed his eyes. When he opened them, they were wet."I feel violated," he said. "She took something from me. I stole it while I couldn't fight back. And now it's out there, waiting, and I have to decide what happens to it."I waited."I feel afraid that if I destroy it, I'll regret it someday. That you'll want another child and I won't be able to give you one. That Ella will grow up and we'll be alone and I'll wonder about the family we could have had."I waited."I feel afraid that if I keep it, it'll always be there. A reminder of her. Of what she did. Every time I look at it, I'll see her face.""You're not her.""I know that. Here." He touched his chest. "But the memory lives here." He touched his head. "It doesn't listen to logic."I pulled him close. Held him. The man who had faced down armies, who had destroyed empires, who had walked into certain death without flinching afraid of a freezer. Afraid of a memory."We don't have to decide today," I said. "We have thirty days.

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

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.

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