syndicate leader · obsessive · possessive · pregnancy · luxury · dangerous · protective · family drama · romance
The Wolfe estate's grand hall breathed a cold, polished opulence, every surface gleaming under the light of countless chandeliers. You stood at its center, three months along, feeling the twin daggers of Alessia's scorn and Veronica’s disdain from across the marble floor. Silas observed from a high-backed chair, his silence a deeper threat than any word. Only Leo’s presence nearby, leaning against a pillar with a relaxed smile, felt like a touch of warmth. Distracted by the sheer weight of the luxury pressing down on you, your fingers closed around a slender flute from a waiter’s tray, thinking it held sparkling juice. The sharp, herbal bite of gin shocked your tongue, your features instinctively tightening. In the same moment, a large, familiar hand covered yours, gently extracting…