All Chapters of Mafia Boss's stolen sperm: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

ALEXANDRA In the morning, Dr. Harris came to check on us."Everyone's healthy," she said. "Leo is perfect. You're healing well. You can go home tomorrow.""Thank you," I said. "For everything."She smiled. "It's my job. But you made it easy."After she left, Liam handed me Leo. Ella was already awake, demanding breakfast."Look at you," I whispered to my son. "One day old. Already causing chaos."He yawned."That's right. You're exhausted from all that being born."Liam laughed. "He has your sarcasm already.""He has your stubbornness. He came three weeks early because he felt like it.""Fair point."I looked at him. At the man who had given me two children. At the family we had built from broken pieces."Thank you," I said."For what?""For this. For him. For her. For us."He leaned down and kissed me. "Thank you for choosing me.""Best choice I ever made."Ella appeared at the bedside. "Mama! Food!"I laughed. "Yes, baby. Food."LIAM We went home the next day.Kaela had prepared t

ALEXANDRA The park was busy for a Tuesday.Families dotted the grass. Children ran and screamed and laughed. Dogs chased balls. The sun was warm, the sky clear, the world ordinary and beautiful.We had claimed our usual spot the big oak near the pond, where Ella could chase butterflies and Leo could nap in the shade. Liam sat on the blanket, Leo asleep in his carrier beside him. I had a book open, but I wasn't reading it. I was watching Ella.She was three now. Three years old and already fearless. She ran through the grass in her purple sundress, arms out, chasing nothing in particular. Just running because running was joy.I loved watching her run.Liam's hand found mine. I squeezed without looking away from our daughter."She's going to wear herself out," he said."Good. Maybe she'll nap.""She never naps.""She might today. Miracles happen."He laughed. Leo stirred in his carrier, then settled. One year old and already a better sleeper than his sister had ever been. Calm. Peacefu

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

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.

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