Page 43 of Mafia Boss's Baby Surprise

It can’t be—

I freeze, my heart jumping into my throat.

It’s not possible. What I’m thinking isn’t possible. I can’t be pregnant, can I? Luca and I used protection.

I chew on the inside of my cheek as I start pacing up and down my room. My period is probably just late because I’m super stressed all the time. What with sneaking out, potential husbands, being locked up in my room... It all must’ve taken a toll on me.

I’m not pregnant. I’m just not.

I take a deep breath. But what if that’s why I’m feeling so off? What if the condom broke and we didn’t notice?

There’s only one way to know for sure. I need Julia to get me a pregnancy test. Or two. Or three. Just to make sure the results aren’t wrong.

But if I’m really pregnant...

I don’t want to think about it. My father would kill me then for sure.

* * *

I stareat the three pregnancy tests in front of me. I barely got Julia to stop freaking out and buy the tests for me.

Two lines=pregnant.

I see six lines. All the tests are positive.

I cover my mouth with my hand as a strangled sound comes out of my throat. Tears fill the corners of my eyes. A mix of excitement and absolute terror grips my insides.

In any other circumstances, I would be thrilled. I’ve always wanted to have children, and having a baby with Luca would be a dream come true.

But I’m not with Luca, and my father will kill me as soon as he finds out. He won’t care about me or about the innocent life inside me. He’ll be too furious. I’ll be useless to him then.

Tears fall freely down my face as I sink to the ground. What am I going to do? I can’t even tell Julia about this. She’s my best friend, but having to hide such information would be a huge burden for her. I can’t do that to her. I’ll have to lie and tell her that I’m not pregnant.

And then I’ll have to figure out what I’m going to do.

“Aurora!” my mother yells.

I jump, my heart leaping into my throat. Quickly, I grab the tests and hide them deep in the drawer under my sink. I’ll have to get rid of them very carefully before someone finds them.

“I’m in the bathroom,” I shout.

“Hurry up! Your father wants to see you!”

My breath gets stuck in my chest, and I stare at my reflection in the mirror with wide eyes. What if he knows? What if he found out I snuck out? What if he knows about Luca? What if he knows about my pregnancy?

Breathe!

If he knew, he’d be here, or he would’ve sent his men for me and not my mother. She would be furious with me too. No one knows anything. I just have to play it cool.

I quickly wash my face and wipe away my tears. My eyes are puffy and red, but there’s nothing I can do about that now. All I can do is put up a smile on my face and pretend nothing’s happened, which will be easier said than done.

Once I’m out of the bathroom, my mother presses her lips into a disapproving grimace. I follow her out of the room.

My father sits in his favorite armchair in the living room, a glass of whiskey in his hand. But he’s not alone. His advisor, Farelli, is with him. I guess there’s some urgent business to discuss, or they would’ve met in the other part of the house that’s intended for such meetings.

I expect my father to send me away and tell me to come back later, but he merely glances at me.

“Cole Icardi should know what’s best for him,” my father says. “Offer him my daughter. It’s the best he can get. If he refuses, I’ll mow him down, and not even an alliance with the Di Domenico will save him.”

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