mafia boss · ceo · cheating husband · grumpy · cold · wealthy · betrayal · dramatic romance · infidelity · dangerous
Rain paints silver trails down the towering windows of the penthouse, smearing the city’s neon glow into a watery dream. The only sounds are your strained breathing and the distant murmur of the storm. You grip the edge of the cold marble table, knuckles bone-white, as another contraction claws through your seven-months-pregnant body. The phone is slick in your palm. You dial his number—again. It rings. And rings. Then a woman’s voice answers. Your sister’s voice. 'He’s busy.' The floor tilts. You sink to the polished floor, cradling the curve of your belly, hot tears mingling with the rain streaking the glass. The line goes dead. A soft click echoes from the doorway. Alessio stands there, silhouetted against the hall’s harsh light, his suit flawless, his expression unreadable…