The Heir of the Moretti Empire
The doors opened without a sound. Not even a soft chime. Just thick glass sliding apart silently as I stepped into the most expensive nursery boutique on Madison Avenue. One hand rested beneath my swollen belly automatically. At eight months pregnant, every movement felt heavier now, slower, impossible to hide for long. My oversized black coat concealed most of my stomach from strangers. But not completely. 
The boutique smelled faintly of cedarwood and money. Handcrafted cribs lined the showroom beneath golden lighting while cashmere baby blankets rested folded beside bassinets that cost more than most people’s rent. This wasn’t a store for ordinary mothers. It was built for dynasties. Once, I belonged to that world. Once, I was Isabella Moretti. Wife of Luca Moretti—the youngest mafia boss ever to lead the Moretti empire in New York. And despite everything… I had loved him. Now I was Isabella Bennett again, hiding under my maiden name and carrying a child Luca was never supposed to know existed. 
I moved toward a pale oak crib, my fingers brushing the polished wood. I’ve got you. I didn’t dare whisper the words out loud. In Luca’s world, even promises could become dangerous if overheard. For months, I had hidden alone, ordering groceries online and using doctors who asked no questions. But some things couldn’t come from ordinary places. Not when your child might inherit enemies before learning how to walk. I needed protection. The sound behind me was quiet—just a low masculine laugh. But my entire body froze instantly. Because I knew that laugh. 
Slowly, I turned around. And there he was. Luca Moretti stood near the entrance wearing a black cashmere coat that made him look exactly like what he was—wealth, danger, and power wrapped inside one devastatingly handsome man. He wasn’t alone. Vanessa Sinclair stood beside him, her hand resting possessively against his arm. Her eyes found me first, then slowly lowered toward my stomach. And suddenly—she smiled. “Well,” Vanessa said softly enough for half the boutique to hear, “this is unexpected.” 
My pulse hammered once against my ribs. Luca still hadn’t moved. He was staring directly at my stomach now. Intensely. Like the entire world around him had stopped making sense. I swallowed carefully and straightened my shoulders. “Hello, Luca.” The sound of my voice seemed to wake him. His jaw tightened. “You disappeared.” Not hello. Not how are you. Just accusation. Vanessa glanced between us with growing curiosity, then her gaze sharpened. Realization. “How far along are you?” she asked quietly. I didn’t answer. Because Luca already knew. I saw it happen in his face. The timing. The horrifying realization crashing through him all at once. “Bella…” he said slowly. Fear curled violently inside my stomach. Because men like Luca Moretti didn’t let go of what belonged to them. And when his eyes lifted from my belly back to my face, I realized with terrifying certainty—he already believed the baby was his. Then Luca took one slow step toward me… And every armed bodyguard inside the boutique suddenly reached for their weapons at the exact same time. 
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