The Mafia Don’s Runaway Baby
I got pregnant by Alessio Moretti—my brother's best friend, and the youngest, most handsome Don in New York. Then his old flame, Bianca, the one who ghosted him, came back.
I thought he’d drop me for her.
But he just smirked. "She left without a word. There's no going back."
My brother, Gianni, was even colder. "She's not a Ricci anymore. My only sister is you."
I believed them. For three years, they'd shown me a warmth and love I'd never known.
Then a video of my drunk foster father beating me went viral.
The world mocked the noble Ricci princess, once tortured like a beggar.
I shattered. I ran to find the only two men I trusted.
But I stopped cold at their study door, frozen by Bianca's sickly sweet voice.
"Gianni, Alessio... leaking that video? Wasn't it too cruel? Marcella's pregnant."
My brother's reply was instant. "That's the point. Pregnancy is supposed to soften her. But she's been running around like she owns the place, keeping you out."
Alessio just laughed. "Don't worry about Marcella. She can't touch us. And she's too soft-hearted to ever hurt our child."
Tears streamed down my face. A sharp pain shot through my heart.
He's right. The baby is my treasure. I'd never hurt him.
But Alessio... I won't let you control me.
I walked away, numb. I booked a flight.
I will slip through their fingers, take my baby, and disappear from their world forever.