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
Delilah Palmer
She is a young woman who unexpectedly becomes pregnant at 19. She is secretive, selfconscious, and determined. Delilah keeps her pregnancy hidden from everyone, including the baby's father, Enzo Bianco. She struggles with selfimage and fears rejection. After giving birth, she tries to raise her son independently. However, Enzo eventually finds her and proposes marriage, revealing his love and intention to be a part of their son’s life.
Enzo Bianco
He is a dangerous mafia man who hides his wealth and tries to live a normal life. He is protective, determined, and charismatic. Enzo has no knowledge of Delilah's pregnancy until after she gives birth. Upon discovering, he is overjoyed and sets out to find her and his son. He proposes marriage to Delilah and vows to support her and their son, finally revealing his hidden identity as a wealthy and loving father.
Giuliana
She is Enzo's sister who helps him in his search for Delilah. She is loyal, intuitive, and caring. Giuliana plays a crucial role in assisting Enzo in looking for Delilah after he shares his concerns with her. She understands the situation better than anyone and supports Enzo emotionally. Her knowledge of Delilah's neighborhood helps pinpoint her location, leading to their eventual reunion when Enzo finds his son and daughterinlaw.
I got pregnant when I was 19.
I hid it from everyone, even the man who got me pregnant.
I didn't know that he was looking for me everywhere and wanted to be a good father to our future son.
Three years later, he finally found me.
"I'm sorry, Delilah. I should have told you earlier. I didn't want to put you in danger. Now that you know everything, will you marry me?"
His eyes stared at me, full of hope.
I was silent for a long time before I nodded my head.
"Yes."
"Enzo Bianco, you are accepted."
The love of my life at 19 was a dangerous mafia man.
When I first met him, I didn't know that he was so rich and powerful.
If I had known, maybe I wouldn't have fallen in love with him so deeply.
Maybe my life would have been very different.
But it was too late when I found out the truth.
I already had his child growing inside me.
I didn't want to take the risk that one day his enemies would hurt me and our unborn child, so I kept everything a secret from him.
After giving birth to my son, I raised him by myself.
I didn't tell anyone about my relationship with Enzo Bianco, including my family and friends.
I led Enzo through our small apartment and stopped in front of Tommy's bedroom.
My heart was pounding faster and faster with every step I took.
Enzo's eyes were fixed on me, and I could see the anxiety in them.
I slowly opened the door to Tommy's room.
The room was cluttered with toy cars, stuffed animals, and books.
The bed was a race car bed, and Tommy was sleeping peacefully inside it.
His dark curls fell across his forehead, just like his father's.
Enzo froze in the doorway, his eyes fixed on our sleeping child.
His hands were shaking slightly as he stepped forward, kneeling down beside the bed.
I watched as he gently reached out to touch Tommy's cheek.
Tears streamed down his face as he gazed at our son.
Tommy stirred in his sleep, opening his eyes to see this stranger who looked so much like him.
"Daddy?" he whispered, and in that moment, everything changed.
I watched from the doorway as Enzo gathered Tommy in his arms, their matching dark curls mingling together.
Tommy wrapped his small arms around Enzo's neck, completely at ease with the father he had only seen in photos.
Enzo whispered soft Italian words to our son, his voice thick with emotion.
The sight of them together made my chest tight.
This powerful, dangerous man was so gentle with our child.
When Enzo looked up at me, his eyes were wet with tears.
I saw both gratitude and hurt in his gaze.
He mouthed a single word: "why?"
"I was scared, Enzo," I replied softly, my voice trembling.
"I thought keeping him a secret was the only way to protect him from your world."
Enzo nodded slowly, his eyes never leaving mine.
I watched as he carried Tommy to the living room, settling onto the couch with our son still clinging to his neck.
Tommy's small fingers played with Enzo's silk tie while Enzo stroked his back, speaking softly in Italian.
I hovered in the doorway, unsure of my place in this new dynamic.
When Enzo patted the space beside him, I hesitated for a moment before joining them on the couch.
Tommy reached out and took my hand, creating a bridge between us.
