Novel & Cerita Pregnant By The Mafia King

She's so nosy that's why her boyfriend died because of his heroic act, then the man didn't know that her girlfriend was pregnant so the ending was more tragic. " No, the stupid one was the one who writes the unrealistic and dramatic movie. Some of the scenes were f*cking unrealistic. Not all members of the mafia are pure psychopaths. Dang, we're not that evil, " Esteban commented and he felt a kicked under the table. He looked at Baron who was trying to give him a warning look.

Her brown eyes are trained on me. Someone else? She means Adriano, doesn’t she? I give her a nod. “Okay.” “Good. Now lie back down and I’ll set everything up.” She smiles. I’m pregnant. The words still sound surreal to me. I’ve daydreamed about it, but I’ve never thought it would be anything like this. And the baby’s father... Adriano is not my loving husband. He’s everything I hoped the father of my children wouldn’t be. He’s a mafia boss with a complicated past, present, and future, and I don’t think he even wants to be a father.

In that very moment, I knew what to do in order to secure a future for me and my baby. “Thank you so much.” “You’re welcome,” he said. “There is one thing you actually missed, though…” “Yeah? What’s that?” “Miriam is actually also pregnant and she’s carrying the next heir of the mafia.”

One look at what she was doing made her expertise clear. Even Massimo, the Mafia King, the person who by all rights should be the hardest man to ever impress, never insulted Elena's skill—not after she spotted his injury and fixed it on the same day they met. With the Mafia King claiming Elena as his doctor, her professional opinion became impossible to question. Even when she was just the Ferraro family doctor, Elena was allowed access to a mafia cruise and treated as the forefront medical expert there!

"You two are such a perfect couple. So sweet." A tear fell down my cheek as I stared at his wide smile. I gently touched my swollen belly, forcing a smile as I remembered his final words that night. "Get her out of my sight. I don’t f*cking need her anymore." I guess it’s time to finally forget him and everything about my past, no matter how hard it may be. I’ll bury it deep inside, even if it hurts. And I’ll remain voiceless. A silent victim. Because I was pregnant by a notorious mafia lord, and I can’t do anything but accept my melancholic fate.

Daughter of Spanish mafia king Miguel Rigruduez and wife to Italian mafia heir, Adonis Alejandro Bernardi. In a few days, I would officially be the queen of the Italian mafia as I celebrate one year of being this handsome man's wife. I have learnt a lot and definitely am not who I used to be. Life has its ups and downs, and moving forward, there was no assurance that we wouldn't face more challenges, but I was ready. I am strong. I am tenacious. I am resilient. This is my revenge, and I wholeheartedly submit to my maf—

"And the father... is Vincent Moreno." Luca's face turned grim. "The Mafia King?" Isabella nodded, feeling a wave of fear wash over her. She knew what this meant. She knew that she couldn't keep her pregnancy a secret from Vincent. He would stop at nothing to claim his child. Luca's voice brought her back to reality. "You know what this means, don't you? You can't keep this a secret from him. He'll find out, and when he does... " Isabella's eyes flashed with determination. "I'll do whatever it takes to protect my child, Luca. I'll go to the ends of the earth to keep them safe from him."

he murmurs against my skin, his voice low, intimate, edged with the weight of all he is. “I don’t want you to be a mafia king,” I admit quietly, my voice trembling, my eyes dropping to avoid his heated gaze. For a moment, he freezes. His hands still on my belly, gripping gently but firmly, as if holding onto something precious. He tilts my chin up with deliberate care, forcing me to meet his eyes. “You married a mafia king,” he says softly, so low it vibrates through my chest. “You carry a mafia king’s child.” His forehead presses against mine, his breath mingling with mine, scorching yet tender.

Alexander sat in his lavish study, he fell Into a deep thought In his mind with thoughts of Benita, who was carrying his babies. He knew he had to tread carefully, for her father was the police chief, and any wrong move could jeopardize his position as the mafia kingpin He glanced at the photo of Benita on his desk, her smile radiating pure happiness. They had been together for a few months now, and even though it was never part of his plan to get serious with her, fate had intervened in the form of their unexpected pregnancy,

"Because you are going to be an amazing young mom to your baby. The baby that will be loved by the whole of Turantello familia and everyone who has ever been in your life. If you are pregnant baby girl, then you are going to give us a miracle because you have fuckin' Queen, and every queen needs an heir." "But dad..." my voice broke, and he shook his head gently. "Do not overthink it, baby. Let's take it slow, you hear me?" I gave him a single nod before he pulled me against his chest again. The knot in my throat did not wear thin. Not even in the safety of his arms did the fear spare me. Instead, I became the victim of the phantoms of my mind. Questions echoed loudly in my brain, answers gr