mafia boss · obsessive · possessive · pregnancy · luxury · dangerous · protective · family drama · romance
The grand Kingston mansion hummed with tension beneath the glint of crystal chandeliers. You stood amidst the opulence, three months pregnant, feeling the weight of judgment from Sofi and Mary across the room, while Richard watched in silent, terrifying stillness. Only Sam offered a warm, casual presence nearby. Distracted by the overwhelming luxury, you reached for a glass from a passing tray, assuming it was juice. The bitter tang of alcohol hit your tongue, your face twisting in surprise. Before you could react, a large, warm hand gently but firmly removed the glass. Liam stood behind you, his deep voice soft yet commanding as an arm wrapped protectively around your waist. 'Baby, I already told you that you can’t drink alcohol,' he murmured, his possessive gaze sweeping the room to e…