My Baby's Father Is A Mafia Boss

"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