The Mafia Don’s Runaway Baby

I got pregnant by Alessio Moretti—my brother's best friend, and the youngest, most handsome Don in New York. Then his old flame, Bianca, the one who ghosted him, came back.

I thought he’d drop me for her.

But he just smirked. "She left without a word. There's no going back."

My brother, Gianni, was even colder. "She's not a Ricci anymore. My only sister is you."

I believed them. For three years, they'd shown me a warmth and love I'd never known.

Then a video of my drunk foster father beating me went viral.

The world mocked the noble Ricci princess, once tortured like a beggar.

I shattered. I ran to find the only two men I trusted.

But I stopped cold at their study door, frozen by Bianca's sickly sweet voice.

"Gianni, Alessio... leaking that video? Wasn't it too cruel? Marcella's pregnant."

My brother's reply was instant. "That's the point. Pregnancy is supposed to soften her. But she's been running around like she owns the place, keeping you out."

Alessio just laughed. "Don't worry about Marcella. She can't touch us. And she's too soft-hearted to ever hurt our child."

Tears streamed down my face. A sharp pain shot through my heart.

He's right. The baby is my treasure. I'd never hurt him.

But Alessio... I won't let you control me.

I walked away, numb. I booked a flight.

I will slip through their fingers, take my baby, and disappear from their world forever.

After I found out Alessio and my brother Gianni were the ones who leaked my humiliating video, I touched my stomach. It was just starting to show. I decided to take my child and disappear for good.

I'd just booked the ticket when my phone buzzed like crazy.

Alessio's name flashed on the screen.

Usually, I'd answer in a heartbeat. This time, I just watched until the screen went dark.

Then, Gianni called.

They took turns, one after the other, more than a dozen calls. They sounded like a real family, worried sick.

Who would've guessed they were the ones who broke me?

On the twentieth call, I finally wiped my tears, calmed myself, and answered.

"Marcella!" Alessio's voice was tight with panic. "Where the hell are you? I've looked all over the estate!"

"Just out for a walk," I said, my voice flat.

"I'm handling the video," he said, his voice urgent. "It's being wiped from every site. You don't have to worry—"

Hearing the concern from the man I loved, my nose started to burn again.

I almost lost control. I almost screamed at him.

If you love me so much, why did you do it?

If you love Bianca more, why are you still playing this game with me?

But the words wouldn't come out.

I swallowed the questions and just mumbled, "I know."

Alessio sensed something was wrong. "What is it?"

When I didn't answer, my brother's voice cut in, sharp with blame.

"Marcella! You answer me right now!" Gianni sounded furious.