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Rain lashed against the glass of the Lake Como villa, mirroring the storm in Alessandra’s mind. She sat rigid at her mahogany desk, the quarterly report a blur before her hazel eyes. Four weeks. The memory of that whiskey-fueled night with her secretary—the only anchor in her chaotic world—haunted her. The door clicked open. He entered, calm and composed, holding the files she’d requested. "You asked for the projections," he said. Alessandra swallowed hard, her fingers gripping the desk’s edge. "Close the door," she whispered. He obeyed, the silence heavy. She turned, her gaze piercing through the gloom. "Four weeks ago... something happened. I’m pregnant. And it’s yours."