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The Gang's Unexpected Baby
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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Lily Carter
secretive, and determined. After discovering her pregnancy, she decides to keep the child and raise it alone. Despite her struggles, she manages to secure a job and provide for her child. Her life takes a dramatic turn when she meets the father again, who reveals his identity and his desire to be involved in their child's life.
Cameron Black
determined, and passionate. Unaware of Lily's pregnancy, he searches for her after their encounter but fails to find her. Years later, he discovers the truth about his child and becomes determined to be part of their life. He offers Lily marriage and financial support, revealing his deep feelings for her.
Evelyn Black
caring, and protective. She helps Cameron in his search for Lily Carter after he becomes obsessed with finding her. Her presence provides emotional support to Cameron during difficult times.
At the tender age of nineteen, I discovered that I was pregnant with the child of an heir from the Ye family—a man I had encountered only once.
He was a stranger to me, a man of wealth and power and also very dangerous.
The only thing I knew about him was that he wanted to keep the child, but I had no idea who he was or what his intentions were, so I decided to keep the secret of who the father was and to bring up the child by myself.
I had never seen him again after that night to tell him I was pregnant, so I brought up our child alone for three years.
Then one day, he knocked on my door and claimed that he wanted to be with me and also be a part of our child's life, offering me financial support and other things my child and I would need.
Did he really have feelings for me, or was it just because of our child?
Only time would tell.
I woke up in the morning with a terrible hangover.
I couldn't even remember how I got home last night.
I slowly sat up, trying not to move too much as I rubbed my temples with my fingers.
I slowly stood up and stumbled to my bathroom.
I splashed some cold water on my face, hoping it would help clear the fog in my mind.
The pounding in my head was in sync with my heartbeat, and I couldn't help but groan as I tried to piece together fragments from last night.
I remembered going to a bar with some friends, then drinking a few glasses of wine before moving on to something stronger.
Then... then there was a dark car, and I must have gotten in it because I was home now, but that was all I could remember.
My three-year-old son was still asleep in his room.
He looked so peaceful, unaware of how much pain his mother was in.
I walked back to the bathroom and grabbed some aspirin from the medicine cabinet, swallowing them dry as I looked at myself in the mirror.
My hair was a mess, and my eyes were bloodshot from the alcohol.
I looked like a mess.
After splashing some more cold water on my face, I walked into the kitchen to make some coffee when I heard three sharp knocks on the door.
I froze, gripping the counter tightly as the knocking came again, this time more insistent. I slowly made my way to the door, wondering who could be visiting at this early hour.
I looked through the peephole and saw a tall figure standing in front of the door dressed in a black suit.
My stomach dropped when I realized who it was—the man from last night's bar!
He must have brought me home safely last night after all, but why did he show up here now?
I could see him looking around the hallway before he turned back to look at my door again.
His broad shoulders and imposing stance seemed to fill the entire hallway.
I took a deep breath and opened the door, trying to appear composed.
"Good morning," he said, his voice smooth but carrying an undertone of urgency.
"Why are you here?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper as I glanced nervously toward my son's room.
"I need to talk to you about something important," he said, his eyes scanning the surrounding area before he stepped into my apartment.
The smell of his expensive cologne filled the small space as he walked in.
He pulled out his phone and opened an app, then turned the screen toward me.
I took a step back, my heart racing, as I saw the photos on the screen.
They were from three years ago, taken at a hotel where we had met.
I recognized myself walking in and out of the building, and my stomach dropped when I realized what this meant.
He knew everything!
He had been watching me all along.
The photos kept coming—images of me visiting a hospital, my belly growing with each passing day—and finally, a photo of a birth certificate with the name "father unknown."
My hands shook as I stared at the evidence on his phone. "When did you find out about me?" I asked, my voice trembling.
He closed the app and tucked his phone away before responding.
"I've known since shortly after we met," he said, his eyes locked on mine.
"Why didn't you say anything?"
I asked, feeling like I'd been punched in the gut.
He took a deep breath before speaking again.
"I was waiting for you to come to me," he said softly.
"But you never did."
I felt a wave of guilt wash over me as I realized what I had done.
"I'm sorry," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
"I was scared and didn't know what to do."
"It's okay," he replied, his voice filled with understanding.
"I just wanted to give you time. But now that I have found you, I'm not going anywhere."
His words hung in the air for a moment before he continued. "I've been watching over you these past three years," he said gently.
"I've seen how hard it has been for you to raise our child alone. That's why I'm here now. I want to help."
I felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes as I considered his words.
A part of me wanted to accept his offer, but another part was still wary.
"How can I trust that you won't hurt us?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
"I promise that I won't hurt you or our child," he said firmly.
"I just want to be a part of your lives."
I looked into his eyes and saw sincerity there.
