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 2
"I have spoken to Giovanni. He is ready to marry Renata," Paolo announced as he stepped back into the living room.
The decision was already made, one that required no one else's approval. There was no hesitation in his tone, no trace of concern for the daughter whose fate he had just sealed.
Luisa let out a quiet scoff, folding her arms across her chest as she looked down at Renata with open disdain.
"Your daughter has completely lost her senses," she said coldly, her lips curling with faint disgust.
Renata was still on the floor, exactly where they had left her. Her hair hung loose around her face, partially hiding her tear-stained cheeks.
Her hands rested limply at her sides, but she refused to surrender. The pain in her chest was unbearable, yet something inside her refused to break completely.
"I won't abort the child."
Her voice was sharp enough. It startled everyone, including herself.
Slowly, she lifted her head and looked directly at her father. Her eyes were swollen from crying, but they held a desperate determination. She pushed herself up from the floor, her legs trembling beneath her weight.
"You've already decided to marry me off to that old man," she said, her voice trembling but firm.
"You've already taken my freedom. Fine. Do whatever you want with my life. But let me keep my baby." Her hands instinctively moved to her stomach, clutching it protectively as if shielding the life inside her from their cruelty. "I'm begging you, Dad. This is the last thing you can do for me as your daughter. If you take this away from me too... I swear I will kill myself."
Natasha rolled her eyes, clearly unimpressed by Renata's desperation.
"Why are you so eager to keep the child of a man you don't even know?" she muttered, her voice filled with cold judgment. She turned to Paolo and added, "Don't listen to her emotional drama, Dad. Uncle Giovanni will feel betrayed if he finds out she's carrying another man's child."
Paolo's expression hardened even further, whatever little humanity remained in his eyes now completely extinguished. "You cannot keep this child," he said firmly. "And if you are so determined to die, then do it after you are married to Giovanni. At least that way, you will have fulfilled your duty to this family."
His voice rose with anger as he continued, "Have you not disgraced me enough already? If people learn that my unmarried daughter became pregnant from some meaningless encounter with an unknown man, how do you expect me to face society? How do you expect me to carry my name with dignity?"
Renata stared at him in disbelief. At that moment, she realized that her father cared more about his reputation than her life.
Paolo turned his head slightly toward the guards standing nearby. "Lock her in the empty room," he ordered, "and keep a close watch on her."
The guards immediately stepped forward.
Panic surged through Renata's body like wildfire. Her survival instincts took over before her mind could catch up. She turned and ran toward the hallway, her bare feet slamming against the cold floor as her heart pounded violently in her chest. She didn't know where she would go. She only knew she had to escape.
She barely made it a few steps before strong hands grabbed her arms and pulled her back with brutal force.
"No!" she screamed, struggling violently against their grip. She twisted her body, kicked, and fought with whatever strength she had left, but they were far stronger than her. "Please, don't do this to me! Let me go!"
She looked toward her father one last time, hoping and praying that he would stop them.
But Paolo did not move.
He did not speak and did not even look at her.
And in that moment, Renata realized she was completely alone. She was aware that her father stopped caring for her after he married Luisa, but she never expected him to treat her like this.
"Paolo, won't you inform Giovanni?" Luisa asked as she walked toward him. She already knew the answer would favor her plans. Her eyes watched him closely, ensuring he would not falter now when everything was finally falling into place.
Before Paolo could respond, his assistant hurried into the room, holding out a ringing phone with both hands. "Sir, it's Mr. Giovanni," he said respectfully.
Paolo immediately took the phone, pressing it to his ear. "Giovanni," he greeted. But within seconds, his brows furrowed deeply, and his eyes widened in visible shock.
"What?" he exclaimed, his voice rising. "You want to get married this evening?"
On the other side of the call, Giovanni's voice carried unsettling eagerness. "Yes. Now that I've moved forward with the investment in your company, I see no reason to delay. I want Renata to become my wife as soon as possible. Everything has already been arranged. I've even sent the wedding dress to her."
Paolo fell silent for a brief moment. His mind calculated quickly, measuring profit against hesitation. The investment alone was enough to erase any doubts. Renata was no longer his daughter in this moment, she was a transaction, a bridge to secure his empire.
"Alright," Paolo said firmly. "Renata will marry you this evening."
The call ended shortly after.
Luisa stepped closer, her curiosity barely concealed behind her composed expression. "What did he say?"
Paolo lowered the phone slowly and looked at her. "He wants to marry Renata this evening."
For a split second, even Luisa seemed surprised by the urgency, but the shock quickly faded, and was replaced by satisfaction.
"And the abortion?" she asked calmly.
Paolo waved his hand dismissively. "We'll schedule it for another date. Right now, the wedding is the priority. Make sure Renata looks presentable. She must look beautiful. I'm leaving everything in your hands, Luisa. This wedding must happen without any complications."
Luisa's lips curved into a faint, confident smile. "Don't worry. Natasha and I will make Renata understand her place."
Her eyes shifted toward her daughter, silently signaling her.
Natasha had already begun walking down the hallway. She stopped in front of the locked room and nodded at the guards.
"Open it," she ordered.
The guards obeyed immediately, unlocking the door and stepping aside.
The moment the door opened, Renata saw her chance.
She rushed forward instinctively, desperate to escape, but Natasha was faster. She grabbed Renata's arms tightly, her nails digging into her skin as she held her in place.
"My dear sister," Natasha said mockingly, her lips curling into a cruel smile. "You should be happy. Giovanni is eager to marry you. By this evening, you'll officially become his wife."
Renata struggled against her grip. "Natasha, how can you be so heartless?" she said through clenched teeth. "How can you wish something like this upon another woman?"
Natasha leaned closer. "Because I cannot stand you." Her grip tightened more on her arms. "This is what happens when you try to ruin me. When you accuse me for snatching your boyfriend that day. You forgot your place and made Dad slap me."
She shoved Renata backward with force, causing her to stumble.
"I hope you suffer in this marriage," Natasha continued. "And you will. That old man will destroy you completely. And I will watch it happen."
Renata's body trembled as she struggled to steady herself.
'Please, God,' she prayed silently. 'Please save me. Please don't let this happen.'
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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."