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Under the Mafia King’s Control

"He Wanted a Marriage of Convenience. She Shattered All His Rules." Arianna Costa never expected her life to be turned upside down during a routine medical check-up. Victim of a medical mistake that leaves her pregnant by a stranger, she soon discovers that the man in question is none other than Alessandro Valenti, the powerful and dangerous king of the Italian mafia. For Alessandro, scandal is unthinkable. Marriage, security, and control: he demands Arianna become his wife to protect his reputation and their future heir. But sharing her life with this authoritarian and enigmatic man will come at a cost. Thrust into a world of luxury, danger, and betrayal, Arianna begins to uncover an unexpected side to Alessandro. Beneath the mask of the mafia king lies a man torn between his need for control and his growing feelings for her. Yet danger lurks in every shadow. Alessandro’s enemies are determined to see him fall, and now Arianna and their unborn child have become prime targets. Torn between scorching attraction, conspiracies, and buried secrets, Arianna must make a choice: surrender to this forbidden love or escape a world that could very well destroy her.

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Chapter 17: A Promise in the Storm

My belly, now rounded at eight months, was a constant reminder of the imminent arrival of our child. And yet, behind this fragile calm, I could sense a growing tension. Alessandro spent long hours locked in his office, his phone always within reach, his features increasingly marked by a worry he tried to hide from me.

That evening, as Alessandro worked in his office, he called to me in a soft voice. I joined him, and without even giving me a chance to ask, he pulled me onto his lap, as he had been doing more frequently in recent days.

"Stay with me, cuore mio," he murmured, wrapping an arm around my waist to settle me comfortably against him.

I adjusted myself, letting my head rest on his shoulder. His hand instinctively found my belly, his fingers tracing gentle circles that had a way of calming my thoughts.

"Are you still working?" I asked, glancing at the scattered documents on his desk.