MidReal Story

Mafia's Obsession

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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

Ava Martinez

secretive, and determined. After discovering her pregnancy, she hides it from the father and the world, fearing his dangerous lifestyle. She plans to raise the child alone but is eventually found by him. Despite her fears, she is drawn to his love and protection.

Cristiano Moretti

protective, and passionate. When he discovers Ava's pregnancy, he becomes determined to claim her as his wife and protect their child. His love for Ava drives him to pursue her relentlessly, even when faced with danger from his enemies.

Lorenzo Moretti

supportive, and humorous. Lorenzo helps Cristiano in his search for Ava and supports his brother's desire to make her his wife.

When I turned nineteen, I got pregnant for a very rich and dangerous mafia man.

I didn't tell the father about it because I was scared of his dangerous life, so I kept it a secret from him and the whole wide world.

I didn't know that the day we spent together meant a lot to him and that he was looking forward to seeing me again but unfortunately for him, I had already fallen for him.

Unknown to me, he had been looking for me secretly because he wanted me to be his wife.

That was what he had always wished for the day we spent together.

He didn't know I was pregnant with his child, so I ran away without telling him.

It's been six years, and I never thought that one day he would find me and get to know that I had given birth to his child.

I was shocked when he showed up at my house with his brother and bodyguards.

He looked different from the day we met.

I remembered how he used to be so sweet, gentle, and caring, unlike what everyone said about him being dangerous and evil.

I never thought that the day I spent with that strange guy would bring me a big fortune.

That day I was so shocked to realize that I was pregnant, and I immediately made a decision that nobody, not even my parents, should know about it.

I back away from the door, my hands shaking as I hear his heavy footsteps on the porch.

I peek through the window and see a tall figure standing there, wearing an expensive suit that screams wealth.

His dark hair is perfectly styled, and his blue eyes seem to gleam in the sunlight.

Behind him, his brother Lorenzo is on the phone, and two men stand at the corners of my house, armed to the teeth.

I rush to the kitchen, grabbing my phone off the counter as I try to calm my racing heart.

I need to call for help, but before I can dial a number, I hear his deep voice through the door.

"Yua, open the door. We need to talk."

I look down at the floor and see my six-year-old son's toys scattered all over it.

There's no way I can hide this from him now.

My hands shake as I grip the kitchen counter, my mind racing with ways to escape.

I can't let him find out about my son.

I can't let him take him from me.

I hear his footsteps move around the house, and I know he's looking for another way in.

I rush to the back door and lock it, then move to the windows, checking each one to make sure they're secure.

I peek through the window and see him standing on my porch, his eyes scanning the house.

He's talking to his brother, and I can tell by his body language that he's getting angry.

I look away from the window and take a deep breath, trying to calm myself down.

I need to think of a plan.

I can't let them in here.

I need to get my son out of here, but how?

He knocks on the door again, this time louder and more forceful.

"Yua, open up. We're not going anywhere until we talk."

I straighten my shoulders and walk toward the door, my heart pounding in my chest.

I open the door just a crack, enough to see his face but not enough for him to see inside.

"What do you want, Alio?" I ask, trying to keep my voice steady.

His eyes lock onto mine, and he says softly, "Yua, I know about our son."