《The Don’s Secret Obsession 》全部章節：第 61 章 - 第 70 章

Many years ago, in the sun-drenched hills outside Athens, the Petrakis family stood at the pinnacle of power. Nikolas Petrakis had built an empire from nothing. His shipping fleet dominated the Mediterranean routes, moving not only legitimate cargo but also secrets, influence, and alliances that stretched from Greece to Italy and beyond. He was a man of vision — ruthless when necessary, but guided by a code he believed set him apart from the common criminals who infested the underworld. While his younger brother, Eros Petrakis, was cut from different cloth. Where Nikolas sought control through strategy and calculated risks, Eros craved raw power. He resented living in his brother’s shadow. For years, Eros had secretly cultivated dangerous connections, first with the Greek mafia families who operated in the shadows of the ports, and later with the ambitious Russian faction rising under Sergei Kuzmin and some smaller rival companies. Eros saw the future in those alliances. He saw himse

The second trimester brought a fragile kind of peace to Sofia’s body, even as the world around her remained fractured.She stood on the sunlit terrace one warm afternoon, hands gently cradling the gentle swell of her belly. The brutal exhaustion and nausea of the first trimester had finally eased, replaced by a quiet, persistent energy and the frequent, fluttering kicks of their surviving child. Sofia closed her eyes, breathing in the scent of blooming jasmine from the garden below. For the first time in months, she felt something close to hope.A strong kick pressed against her palm.A soft, wondering laugh escaped her. “There you are,” she whispered, rubbing slow circles over the spot. “You’re getting stronger every day, aren’t you? Just like your father.”She didn’t hear Luca approach until his arms slid around her from behind. His large hands covered hers on her belly, warm and protective. He rested his chin on her shoulder, his breath brushing her ear.“Did you feel that?” he mur

Sofia’s labor began just after midnight. She woke with a low, tightening pain that wrapped around her lower back and abdomen like a vise. She gasped sharply, one hand flying to her belly. The contraction built slowly at first, then gripped her with surprising intensity. She reached blindly for Luca in the dark. “Luca… it’s time,” she whispered, voice already strained. He was awake instantly, sitting up and pulling her against him. “Breathe, amore. Just like we practiced. In… and out. I’m right here. We’re doing this together.” Another contraction hit, stronger this time. Sofia gripped his hand tightly, breathing through it as he rubbed slow circles on her back. “It hurts more than I expected,” she admitted between breaths. “But I can do this. For him.” Luca kissed her temple, his voice steady even as fear flickered in his eyes. “You are the strongest person I’ve ever known. Our son is almost here. Just keep breathing with me.” The medical team arrived at the estate within m

***This Chapter Contains Mature Content And Is Not For Viewers Younger Than The Age Of Eighteen***Luca sat on the edge of the bed, watching Sofia — or the woman who looked like Sofia — as she fed their newborn son. The baby, now a week old, latched on with strong, healthy sucks. Luca’s hand rested on her knee, but his mind was elsewhere.“We never decided on a name,” he said softly. “We talked about it the night before labor. Do you remember what we chose?”Serena looked up, a flicker of panic hidden behind a tired smile. “Of course I remember,” she said, voice soft and convincing. “But everything from that night is a bit hazy. The pain… the exhaustion. Can you remind me?”Luca studied her for a long moment. Something in her answer felt off. The real Sofia would have remembered. She had been so excited about naming their son. He filed the hesitation away, forcing a gentle smile. “Lorenzo. We both liked Lorenzo Virelli.”Serena’s smile widened, perfect and warm. “Lorenzo. Yes. I remem

Dawn crept over the Virelli estate like a reluctant witness, painting the marble halls in pale gold. Luca had barely slept. He stood at the window of his study, nursing a black coffee, watching the grounds where armed men patrolled in pairs. The doctor was now in a secure holding room in the basement, guarded by Victor’s most loyal. The truth about Serena burned in Luca’s chest like acid. He had married Sofia believing she was his redemption—a woman who softened the edges of his brutal world. Now that illusion lay shattered. The woman sleeping down the hall in their shared suite was a stranger wearing his wife’s face. And she held his son. A soft knock interrupted his thoughts. Dante entered, looking as exhausted as Luca felt. “She’s awake,” Dante said quietly. “Asking for the baby. Playing the part perfectly. Even smiled at the new nanny.” Luca set his cup down. “Let her have supervised time with him. One wrong move and we end this. But I want eyes on her every second. Instal