My Baby's Father Is A Mafia Boss
"You and your baby are mine whether you want it or not."
Renata Neroni's life was shattered the moment she discovered her boyfriend and stepsister's betrayal. In a rare lapse of judgment fueled by grief and alcohol, she spent a single, anonymous night with a stranger, unaware that she had just surrendered herself to Domenico Veronesi, the most formidable figure in the global underworld.
That night left Renata with more than just a memory; she was pregnant with the heir to a mafia empire.
As her father, desperate to free himself from the debts, prepares to marry her off to a man nearly his own age, Renata finds herself trapped. Her only escape arrives in the form of Domenico himself. Asserting his claim, he interrupts the arrangement and brings Renata to his secluded estate.
Within the fortified walls of the Veronesi estate, the man known for his cold, merciless exterior reveals a singular obsession: the protection of Renata and their unborn child.
However, Domenico's readiness to provide is met with a wall of ice.
Despite his efforts to provide for her, Renata's resentment initially hardens into a wall of silence.
To her, Domenico is simply another powerful man attempting to control her fate. However, as she is forced to navigate the inner workings of his life within the mafia world, she begins to see the man behind the fearsome reputation.
Renata discovers the deeper layers of Domenico, a loyalty and a hidden vulnerability regarding their child, and the fear that once defined her begins to dissolve.
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Chapter 1
"Congratulations, Miss Neroni. You're pregnant."
Renata froze at her spot, her breath caught in her throat as those words fell from the doctor's mouth.
"What? There must be a mistake with the filing. How can I be pregnant?" She panicked. "I-I can't be. I'm not even married."
The doctor offered a polite smile to her. "The tests are positive. You are three weeks along, and you are the only Renata Neroni on our charts. The HCG levels don't lie." He slid the folder across the mahogany desk. "I suggest you inform the father. We'll need to see you back at the clinic next month for a formal ultrasound."
Renata's fingers trembled as she gripped the report. She stumbled out of the cabin, her mind filled with impossible questions. She had a one-night stand with a man after drowning herself into the alcohol that night.
'Why didn't he wear the protection? How am I going to–' her thoughts abruptly stopped upon seeing a shadow fall over her. Before she could react, the report was ripped from her grasp.
"Natasha!" Renata gasped, her heart leaping into her throat.
Her stepsister stood there with a smile playing on her lips. Without a word of greeting, Natasha flipped the pages open, her eyes scanning the results with wicked delight.
"My, my. Pregnant?" Natasha's voice was a low, dangerous purr that carried across the waiting room. "Our father is going to disown you before the sun sets, little sister. You've dragged the Neroni name through the mud."
"Give that back," Renata hissed. She lunged for the paper, but Natasha stepped back gracefully, holding it high like a trophy.
"Oh, I'll give it back," Natasha mocked, her eyes glinting with malice. "Right after I show it to the our father, Renata"
Before Renata could bridge the gap between them, Natasha dashed through the hospital lobby.
Renata ran after her, but two of the family's towering bodyguards stepped into her path. They hauled her toward the waiting black sedan and shoved her into the backseat, locking the doors just as Natasha's car drove ahead of them.
The drive back to the Neroni Estate. When the car screeched to a halt on the porch, the guards dragged Renata out of the car.
"Father! Look at what your prideful daughter has been hiding!" Natasha's voice echoed through the vaulted living room the moment she crossed the threshold.
Paolo Neroni stopped mid-conversation with his wife, Luisa. He turned, his brow furrowing as his eyes shifted from Natasha's triumphant expression to the guards forcibly holding Renata.
"Natasha, what is the meaning of this scene?"
"What happened, darling?" Luisa walked toward her daughter. She took the crumpled report from Natasha's outstretched hand, her eyes scanning the text.
"This... this can't be. Renata, you're pregnant?" Her face went pale.
"What?" Paolo's voice was a low rumble. He snatched the document from his wife, his grip so tight the paper threatened to tear. His gaze snapped to Renata, burning with fury and disbelief.
"Who is the father? You are unwed, a Neroni! Have you no dignity and no shame left for the blood in your veins?"
Luisa stepped closer to her husband, her sneer deepening as she watched her stepdaughter tremble. "I warned you, honey. I told you Renata was nothing but a stain on this family's reputation. The day she accused Natasha of adultery, I knew she's brewing something in her head."
"Why the fuck are you quiet?" Paolo's voice thundered through the living room this time as he marched to Renata. "Tell me, what is this?"
"Dad, please listen to me," Renata's eyes brimmed with tears.
"I'm listening. Tell me, this isn't true," Paolo said, his eyes fixating on her daughter.
"Dad, I-I don't... I don't..."
A sharp slap stung across Renata's face, making her stumble and vision go blurry. She almost stopped breathing as her entire body shook.
"Who is the father of this child?" Paolo questioned in a much louder voice this time.
"She doesn't even know who it is, Dad. She was all alone at the hospital. I bet it was some pathetic one-night stand with a nobody," Natasha remarked with mock pity.
Paolo's face contorted with pure rage. "You're aborting this child. Either you live, or this mistake dies!"
"Honey, I have a much better idea," Luisa intervened as she stepped toward her husband. "Why not marry her off to Giovanni? He's been obsessed with Renata since the day she graduated. Think of the empire, Paolo. A union with him would make our business flourish overnight. He's already offered to invest millions."
"I won't marry that old man!" Renata cried, her voice trembling. "Please, Dad, don't do this. I'll leave. I'll go far away and never-"
"So you can drag the Neroni name through the mud even more?" Luisa cut her off sharply. "You'll get rid of the brat and you'll marry Giovanni!"
"Then marry your own daughter to him!" Renata snapped defiantly. "He's my father's age!"
The words had barely left her lips when Luisa's hand lashed out, the second slap stinging Renata's other cheek. Before she could recover, Luisa gripped her hair, yanking her head back.
"Your tongue is far too sharp for your own good. If you weren't a Neroni by blood, we would have discarded you like trash years ago."
Renata ignored the pain, her blurred vision searching for her father. "If my mother were still alive, she would never have let this happen to me, Dad."
"Don't you dare speak that whore's name in this house!" Luisa hissed into her ear. "Your mother betrayed Paolo's trust. That's why she's dead."
"Dad, please... my life will be over if you force me to marry that man," Renata sobbed, the tears finally streaming down her bruised cheeks.
Paolo didn't even look at her. His heart had turned to stone. "You're marrying Giovanni. You already ruined your life the moment you let an unknown man touch you. A disgrace like you can't be set free to cause more scandals. Luisa, call the doctor. Have the procedure done immediately. I'm going to call Giovanni to finalize the arrangements."
Without another glance at his broken daughter, Paolo turned and stormed out of the living room.
Renata fell to the floor helplessly. One mistake ruined her entire life. And Natasha and Luisa were enjoying her downfall.
"I won't marry," she murmured.
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8.9
This is my story of how to lose a mob boss in ten days.
I have a
I've been arranged to marry a monster.
Run away? Good idea. Tried that. Didn't work.
Because in my family, my father makes the rules.
And he says this wedding is happening .
But he still has a soft spot for me, his last remaining daughter.
So he offers me a deal.
Take ten days.
Get to know Sasha.
See if you change your mind.
Yeah, right.
Sasha Ozerov is a beast in Brioni.
He's ruthless, flawless, utterly unconcerned with mortals like me.
All he wants is what our marriage would bring
My family's power and the city in the palm of his hand.
But maybe, if I can make him back out of the deal...
I'll keep my freedom.
So I set out to do everything I can to drive him crazy.
I have ten days to make my husband hate me.
What happens if I start to love him instead?
9.6
In the two years after I married Daniel Carter, my private photos had gone viral nine times, and Daniel had been taken into custody ten times.
Because every time his mistress, Emily Morgan, was unhappy, she would leak my private photos all over the internet.
I, Claire Parker, never let it slide. I reported every shady business Daniel was involved in and personally sent him behind bars.
That lasted until an unexpected kidnapping. I took a bullet for him, one aimed straight at his heart, and he shielded me beneath his body, taking the brunt of the explosion for me.
After we survived, the man who had always been so cold-blooded knelt before me, his voice hoarse beyond recognition.
"Honey, let's leave the drama behind. I just want a peaceful life with you."
Right in front of me, he ordered his men to send his mistress out of Northhaven and never let her appear before him again.
In the third year after we reconciled, I carried my eight-month pregnant belly and brought him lunch.
But on the way there, I was hit by a car. The hospital issued three critical condition notices, yet they still could not save the baby.
Daniel rushed over, but he did not even spare me a glance. Instead, he pulled the woman who had hit me and her child into his arms, soothing her in a low voice.
"Don't be scared. I'll protect you and the child."
Only then did I realize that the woman who had hit me was the very mistress he had sent away three years ago.
When I demanded an explanation, Daniel brushed it off as if it were nothing. "She didn't do it on purpose. Don't take it out on her and her son. You can have a baby another time."
At that moment, I finally understood. They had gotten back together long ago.
I looked at him and nodded. "Don't worry, this will never happen again."
8.0
"IS IT TRUE?" Grayson's voice thundered through the room.
"Yes!" Tessa said softly. "Yes it is!"
"So you've been cheating on me, haven't you?" He spat.
Her hands trembled. "No, I swear, it's not like that."
He grabbed her arm, his grip bruising her wrist as she squealed in pain.
"Then whose baby are you carrying, huh?" His voice was ice cold.
Tessa shivered, tears blurring her vision.
"I don't know."
**********
Pregnant with the powerful Roman Blackwood's child, while engaged to his unstable stepbrother - Tessa Quinn becomes the key to a ruthless inheritance war where love has no place.
As secrets unravel and danger closes in, Tessa must protect her unborn child while trapped between love, vengeance, and men who want to own her fate.
8.1
One wardrobe malfunction.
Two people who don't belong together.
Three awful "Be my wife."
Everyone else is at this party to marry the host.
I'm only here until I can get a ride home.
When my dress rips in the world's worst-timed wardrobe malfunction,
I go find somewhere quiet to fix it.
So I'm standing there in nothing but my heels when,
As my luck would have it, the door opens...
And the man of the hour walks in.
I wish I could say I played it cool.
But it's been a looong time since anyone has seen me in my birthday suit...
Much less the hottest man I've ever laid eyes on.
All I want to do is fix my dress, click my heels three times, and be back on my couch in fuzzy slippers.
But Ivan has other ideas.
He's decided who he's taking to the altar...
And I don't have a choice but to say "I do."
7.4
I was the wife of Damien Valenti, the most ruthless mafia Don in Chicago.
But to cement his power and marry a rival family's daughter, he exiled me to the slums without a single dime.
"Stay not as my wife, Izzy, but as my whore."
That was his final ultimatum before dumping me out of his black SUV like trash.
Terrified of losing me, my five-year-old son, Angelo, secretly hid in the car to follow me.
Two days later, in a squalid Indiana motel, Angelo caught severe pneumonia.
I had no money and no doctor. In sheer desperation, I sliced my own wrist with broken glass, pressing my bleeding arm to his pale lips, begging him to drink and live.
But my little boy died in my arms.
Meanwhile, hundreds of miles away, Damien was sipping vintage champagne with his new bride, casually dismissing the life of his own flesh and blood.
The grief turned me into a monster. I spent twenty years clawing my way through the underworld to destroy his empire, only to die with a bullet in my chest.
I gave him my absolute devotion, yet he traded our family for political power without a single ounce of hesitation.
Opening my eyes again, I was back in that hellish neon-lit motel room.
Angelo was burning with fever and fighting for air, but he was still breathing.
This time, I wasn't the naive girl who loved Damien Valenti. I was a woman holding two decades of their darkest secrets, and my vendetta had just begun.
9.0
I spent a year scrubbing floors in my fiancé’s club, hiding my identity as the daughter of the Capo dei Capi.
I needed to know if Connor Bishop was a King worth merging empires with, or just a puppet.
The answer came walking in wearing a neon pink dress.
Jaden Juarez, a civilian he was infatuated with, didn't just treat me like a servant; she deliberately poured scalding espresso over my hand because I refused to be her valet.
The pain was blinding, my skin blistering instantly.
I video-called Connor, showing him the burn, expecting him to enforce the code of our world.
Instead, seeing his investors watching, he panicked.
He chose to sacrifice me to save face.
"Get on your knees," he roared through the speaker. "Beg her pardon. Show her the respect she deserves."
He wanted the daughter of the most dangerous man on the East Coast to kneel to his mistress.
He thought he was showing strength.
He didn't realize he was looking at a woman who could burn his entire world to ash with a single phone call.
I didn't cry. I didn't beg.
I simply hung up the phone and locked the kitchen doors.
Then, I dialed the one number everyone in the underworld feared.
"Dad," I said, my voice cold as steel. "Code Black. Bring the papers."
"And send the wolves."