Scenario:I was 19 when I got pregnant from a very rich dangerous mafia man I didn’t know that he wanted to keep the baby so I keep it a secret from him and the world and I didn’t know that he was trying to look for me because he love me very much and he wanted me to be his wife then one day he found out everything
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I was 19 when I got pregnant from a very rich dangerous mafia man I didn’t know that he wanted to keep the baby so I keep it a secret from him and the world and I didn’t know that he was trying to look for me because he love me very much and he wanted me to be his wife then one day he found out everything
Imperial
He is a young man who becomes entangled in a complex relationship. He is impressionable, naive, and determined. After a chance encounter with a woman at a club, he is drawn into a world of intrigue and hidden identities. Despite his initial intention to protect his family's business, he finds himself deeply attached to the woman. When she suddenly leaves, seeking revenge, he is left to face the consequences of his actions and the evolving mystery of her identity.
Enforcer
He is an intimidating figure within the mafia circle. He is ruthless, efficient, and intimidating. Tasked with finding Scarlet after she conceals her pregnancy, he uses both persuasion and intimidation to track her down. His presence serves as a reminder of the farreaching influence of Imperial’s father’s power.
Imperial's Father
He is a powerful figure within the mafia. He is demanding, authoritative, and protective. His expectations for his son to take over the family business create tension between him and Imperial. He lacks emotional connection with his son, fostering a sense of isolation in Imperial. His expectations lead Imperial to navigate the world beyond his comfort zone, seeking to prove himself worthy of the legacy.
I was nineteen years old when I found myself pregnant and in love with a man who was wealthier, more dangerous, and had a far more complicated life than I could have ever imagined.
He was a mafia lord, and his right-hand man was just as deadly.
I knew he had many lovers and that his bed was always filled with women.
But I didn’t care.
I loved him and wanted to give him a child.
Unfortunately, he didn’t want children, or a wife, and he didn’t know that I was carrying his little one inside me.
I hid my pregnancy from him and from the rest of the world until my belly grew too big to conceal.
Then I disappeared from his life without saying goodbye.
Six years later, he found me and became determined to make me his wife and give our child a sibling.
I sit across from him in his dimly lit office, my hands trembling as he slides the marriage contract towards me.
The leather chair creaks beneath me as I lean forward, my eyes scanning the document.
Our son plays in the adjacent room, watched over by his security detail.
Imperial’s eyes never leave my face as I read the terms, the provisions for our child’s protection and my own security.
When I reach for the pen, he grasps my wrist gently, his voice low and insistent.
"Understand what you’re signing."
The contract guarantees our son will inherit his empire, a future filled with danger and power.
I hesitate, torn between love and fear for the world he’ll be born into.
"You think I want this life for him?" I whisper, meeting his gaze with a mix of defiance and vulnerability.
"He's my son too," Imperial replies, his voice firm yet laced with an unfamiliar softness. "I will protect him from the shadows that haunt me."
"But what about the shadows that haunt me?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper, revealing the fear I've kept hidden for so long.
Imperial's fingers release my wrist, but his presence looms over me as I stare at the final page of the contract.
The scratching of our son's crayons against paper in the next room fills the tense silence.
I grip the pen tighter, my mind racing with memories of the past six years—running, changing cities, protecting our child alone.
The sound of a chair scraping against the floor jerks me out of my thoughts.
I look up to find Imperial moving closer, his expensive cologne filling my senses.
My heart races as he leans forward, his hand reaching toward my face.
I try to focus on the words in front of me, but they blur together as his proximity sends shivers down my spine.
His hand brushes against my cheek, and I freeze, torn between the instinct to flee and the overwhelming desire to stay.
I sign the contract, sealing our fates with a single stroke.
