Tanya, Mi Madre

When news of Tanya Nice's pregnancy is exposed, she's lying next to Luciano Ascrofi, the new Don of the Ascrofi family.

Since the ex-Don has already passed away, the paparazzi decide to make Tanya's pregnancy the next biggest scandal. They keep publishing all the romantic scandals related to her while making speculations about whose baby she will eventually give birth to.

But Luciano doesn't seem to mind at all. His hand is placed over Tanya's flat belly so that he could feel the tiny life growing within her womb.

It's then Tanya rolls on her side to nuzzle into Luciano's chest. Both of them are stuck in an intimate position, as though they are a couple who are madly in love with each other.

But Tanya's gaze remains calm. Her voice is tender as always.

"Will you kill this baby?"

Luciano merely chuckles softly in return. Then, he presses a kiss on her forehead.

"Don't overthink it, my darling stepmother."

The first time Luciano Ascrofi met Tanya Nice, it was in the study of the Don, Paolo Ascrofi.

Tanya was blindingly gorgeous. She stood behind Paolo, wearing a pink dress. Her light brown hair was gathered into a loose bun at the back, with stray strands falling softly. Glossy pearl earrings peeked out subtly.

She was strikingly young and impossible to miss as she stood beside the old man in a black suit.

Luciano withdrew his gaze and bowed deeply to Paolo in a respectful manner.

He was Paolo's perfect underboss but always overshadowed, like a sapling struggling under the shade of a towering, decaying tree.

Luciano got to his feet, while the pretty Tanya smiled at him and bowed a little, revealing her neck.

"Luciano, meet your Madre, Tanya Nice."

Paolo was already in his 50s, but this young lady…

Luciano almost felt as if Paolo wanted to draw the excess energy and vitality from the young girl beside him just to sustain his own aging life.

Yet, Luciano merely flashed a calm smile and held back the urge to sneer. "Madre."

Tanya looked gentle and composed. There was a kind appearance about her.

Her stepson's gaze made her uneasy. She took a step backward, as if to reach for her husband's sleeve, but she held herself back.

"Don Ascrofi, the dock's problem has been solved."

The three moved toward the desk. Quietly, she began pouring coffee for the men with smooth, effortless grace.

When Tanya poured coffee for Luciano, the fitted sleeves of her dress revealed her slender wrists.

Surprisingly, between her beautiful hands and wrists, there was nothing but the wedding ring Paolo gave her. Faint red marks spiraled across her skin, making her hands look fragile.

In fact, the Don of the Ascrofi family wasn't the kind of man to marry just anyone he was madly in love with.

Marrying Tanya, who worked at the red-light district in Jarland, brought him a great deal of criticism. The criticism came not only from his own family but