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Hiding My Mafia Boss's Baby
Anonymous
Oct 24
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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Sarah Jennings
Emily's confidante, friends with Emily, short blonde hair and freckles, loyal and supportive
Leo Moretti
mafia boss and father, in love with Emily, tall with sharp features and piercing eyes, authoritative yet caring
Emily Carter
young mother, relationship with Leo and friends with Sarah, petite with long brown hair, secretive and resilient
I was just a waitress in a cocktail bar when I met him.
He was tall, dark, and handsome.
He was also the most dangerous man in the city.
And he wanted me.
I didn’t know what I was getting myself into when I agreed to go on a date with him.
It was just one night.
One night that changed everything.
One night that made me fall for him.
One night that made me his forever.
But then I found out I was pregnant.
And I knew I had to keep it a secret from him.
I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the positive pregnancy test in my hand.
My heart pounded in my chest like a drum.
How could this be happening?
I thought back to that night with Leo Moretti, the most dangerous man in the city.
It was supposed to be just one night.
One incredible, unforgettable night.
But now, everything had changed.
I needed to talk to someone.
I grabbed my phone and dialed Sarah's number with trembling fingers.
"Hello?" she answered after a few rings.
"Sarah, it's me," I said, my voice shaking. "I need to see you. It's urgent."
"Emily, what's wrong?" she asked, concern evident in her tone.
"I'll explain when I get there," I replied, already grabbing my coat and heading for the door.
Twenty minutes later, I was sitting in Sarah's cozy living room, clutching a cup of tea as if it were a lifeline.
Sarah sat across from me, her eyes wide with worry.
"Emily, you're scaring me. What's going on?"
I took a deep breath and handed her the pregnancy test.
Her eyes widened even more as she looked at it.
"Oh my God," she whispered. "Is it...?"
"Yes," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "It's Leo's."
Sarah's face paled. "Leo Moretti? The mafia boss?"
I nodded, feeling tears prick at the corners of my eyes. "What am I going to do, Sarah? If he finds out..."
Sarah reached across the table and took my hand. "You have to keep the baby hidden from him. You can't let him know."
"But how?" I asked, desperation creeping into my voice. "He's got men everywhere. He'll find out eventually."
"Then you need to leave," Sarah said firmly. "Move to a new city. Start fresh where he can't find you."
I nodded slowly, realizing she was right. "But where will I go? How will I survive?"
"You'll figure it out," Sarah said with determination. "You're strong, Emily. You can do this."
Meanwhile, across town in his lavish mansion, Leo Moretti paced back and forth in his office.
His men stood before him, heads bowed in shame.
"Still no sign of her?" Leo growled, his frustration boiling over.
"No, boss," one of them said nervously. "We've searched everywhere."
Leo slammed his fist on the desk, making them jump. "Keep looking! I want her found!"
As they scurried out of the room, Leo sank into his chair and buried his face in his hands.
He couldn't stop thinking about that night with Emily.
The way she laughed, the way she looked at him with those big, trusting eyes.
He had never felt anything like it before.
And now she was gone.
He had to find her.
Back in my apartment, I started packing my things.
I didn't have much—just a suitcase full of clothes and a few personal items.
As I zipped up the suitcase, I felt a pang of sadness at leaving behind the life I had built here.
But I knew it was for the best.
I couldn't risk Leo finding out about the baby.
With one last look around the apartment, I grabbed my suitcase and headed for the door.
The driver gave me a brief nod as I handed him my ticket.
I glanced around nervously, scanning the faces of the other passengers.
Most of them looked tired or lost in their own thoughts.
My heart pounded in my chest as I made my way to an empty seat near the back.
As the bus pulled away from the station, I felt a mix of relief and fear wash over me.
The cityscape blurred past the window, replaced by open fields and dense forests.
I tried to calm my racing thoughts, focusing on the rhythmic hum of the engine.
Hours later, we arrived in the quiet town of Maplewood.
It was a stark contrast to the bustling city I had left behind.