All Chapters of Mafia King's Secret Baby: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

Aria's POVThe rain poured heavily over the city as I stepped out of the small café where I worked as a waitress. My body ached from standing for hours, but I couldn't complain because every dollar I earned was for my younger brother, Leo. Since our parents passed away years ago, we only had each other. No matter how difficult life became, I always promised myself that I would protect him. Little did I know that promise would be tested before the night was over.As I walked toward the bus stop, I reached into my bag to count the money I had earned from today's shift. It wasn't much, but it would be enough to buy groceries for dinner. Just as I slipped the money back into my purse, my phone began to ring. The number on the screen was unfamiliar, and for a moment, I considered ignoring it. Something deep inside me, however, told me to answer the call."Hello?" I said softly."If you want to see your brother alive again, come to Pier Seventeen a

I stood frozen at the entrance of the mansion, unable to believe this was now my home. The grand chandelier hanging from the ceiling sparkled like thousands of tiny stars, while the marble floors reflected every light around me. Elegant paintings decorated the walls, and a wide staircase curved gracefully toward the second floor. It felt less like a house and more like a palace. The servants remained bowed until Dante stepped inside, and only then did they straighten their backs. I tightened my grip on my handbag, suddenly feeling out of place. My simple clothes, damp from the rain, looked painfully ordinary against the luxury surrounding me. I had spent my entire life struggling to pay bills, and now I was standing inside the home of the most powerful man in the city."Welcome home, Mrs. Moretti," an elderly woman said warmly as she approached us. She looked to be in her late fifties, wearing a neatly pressed black uniform with silver hair tied into a bun. Unlike the other

I woke up the next morning to the sound of birds singing outside the window. For a few seconds, I stared at the unfamiliar ceiling above me, trying to remember where I was. Then everything from the previous night came rushing back. The warehouse. Dante's proposal. The attack on the mansion. The wound on his shoulder. And the strange words he had whispered while sleeping. I've been looking for you for so long. I sat up slowly, remembering the way he had held my wrist as if he was afraid I would disappear. The words had sounded so real, so full of emotion, but I still couldn't understand them. How could Dante Moretti, a man I had only met yesterday, say something like that? Maybe he was only dreaming. That had to be the explanation. I pushed the thought away and got ready for the day. The clothes prepared for me were beautiful, but I still felt strange wearing something so expensive. I was used to simple dresses and old shoes, not designer outfits chosen by someone else. Look

Aria's POVI stepped into the study, and Dante quietly closed the door behind me. The room was warm despite the cool night outside. A soft lamp illuminated the wooden desk while shelves filled with books stretched across one wall. Everything was neat and organized, just like him. I stood awkwardly near the door until he gestured toward the sofa. "Sit." I nodded and sat down. He walked to a small cabinet, poured two cups of hot tea, and placed one in front of me. "Thank you," I said softly. He took the seat opposite me, his calm eyes resting on mine. "You said you couldn't sleep." I wrapped my hands around the warm cup and smiled faintly. "Too many things happened today. I closed my eyes, but my mind refused to rest." Dante nodded as if he understood exactly how I felt. "You'll get used to this place." I looked around the study before shaking my head. "I'm not sure I will. Two days ago, I was worrying about my brother's hospital bills. Now I'm living in a mansion and prepari

The car came to a smooth stop in front of an elegant bridal boutique with tall glass windows and fresh white flowers decorating the entrance. I stared at the building for a few seconds before turning to Eleanor. "This place looks expensive." Eleanor smiled warmly. "It is, but don't let that scare you. Today is about finding the dress that makes you feel like yourself." I nodded, though my hands were already beginning to sweat. The moment we stepped inside, several assistants greeted Eleanor with bright smiles, clearly recognizing her. "Mrs. Brooks, welcome back," one of them said politely. "We've prepared everything just as you requested." Eleanor thanked them before gently placing a hand on my shoulder. "This is Miss Aria Bennett. She'll be choosing her wedding dress today." Every pair of eyes turned toward me. I forced a polite smile, suddenly feeling self-conscious.One of the assistants led us into a large fitting room while another rolled in a rack filled with beautifu