Chapter 2

• Dominic scooped up a mouthful and fed Valerie, eyes fixed on her. She turned her gaze back at him, searching for something in his eyes.
• "I know I'm handsome," Dominic said, a hint of amusement dancing in his voice.
• Valerie's expression remained serious. "It's impossible to understand you," she whispered. "Dangerous mafia king in one moment, and loving, soft husband in another."
• His expression softened as he said, "I love you, Valerie. And I can't hurt you unless you do something unbearable."
• In a soft, thin voice: "Sometimes, I am afraid of you."
• Dominic's eyes gleamed with intensity. "It's good. You should fear and love only me."
• Just then, Drax appeared at the doorway. "Boss, I brought her."
• Valerie's head turned, curiosity etched on her face. "Who?"
• She asked, "What is this?" Darkening Dominic's gaze swiftly towards him.
• Drax's eyes shifted from Dominic to Valerie before retreating. "I'll catch you later," he said.
• The tension in the room spiked as Drax disappeared, leaving Valerie with more questions.
• "Who is she?" Valerie asked, her voice laced with unease.
• Dominic's mask slipped back into place, his expression unreadable. "No one you need to worry about."
• Valerie's eyes narrowed. "Don't lie to me, Dominic."
• Dominic's jaw clenched, his eyes flashing with warning. "Drop it, Valerie."
• The air thickened with unspoken threats, Valerie's heart racing with anticipation. What secrets was Dominic hiding? And who was the mysterious woman Drax had brought?
• Valerie's curiosity lingered. "Drax... whom was he talking about?"
• Dominic's expression turned stern. "That's enough for today, baby. You're interfering a lot in my work. You should go to sleep now. My son might also want to sleep."
• Valerie's face was wrinkled. "Dominic, I'm just three months pregnant, and we still don't know if it's a boy or a girl."
• Dominic touched that soft belly with the gentlest of his hands, "I know it's a son, my heir, the next mafia king."
• The smile faded on her lips, leaving a chill down her spine.
• Specialization in softening the eyes—"Thank you, Valerie. I always wanted to be a dad, and you made my dream come true. This baby is very important to me, and it's your responsibility to take care of it."
• He wrapped Valerie in his powerful arms, holding her to his chest.
• "I can walk, sir," Valerie protested.
• "But I don't want you to," Dominic replied, his voice firm.
• He laid Valerie on the bed, his gaze lingering on her.
• "Sleep," Dominic ordered, his voice gentle.
• Valerie's eyes searched for answers. "But you—"
• "I have some work," Dominic interrupted. "I'll be back soon."
• He kissed Valerie's forehead, his lips warm.
• "Good night, my lovely wife and my little one."
• With that, Dominic left, leaving Valerie alone in the darkness, her thoughts swirling with unease.
• As the door closed, Valerie's eyes adjusted to the dim light, her mind racing with questions. What secrets was Dominic hiding? And what lay ahead for their unborn child, already destined to inherit the mafia throne?
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• Dominic's voice was laced with warning. "How many times will I have to say it? Don't say anything in front of Valerie. If she takes stress, it will affect the baby."
• Drax bowed his head. "Sorry, Boss."
• Dominic's gaze shifted to Max. "Where is that girl?"
• Max's smile twisted. "In my room, Boss. Can I play with her tonight?"
• Arthur intervened, his tone cautious. "Dominic, she is Valerie's sister—her step-sister, to be precise."
• Dominic's eyes narrowed. "I don't mind if she's her blood sister. I wanted her because she's Viktor Morano 's girlfriend. Valerie's dad thought we wouldn't know this."
• Carter's voice dripped with malice. "Torture her. Make her talk."
• John spoke up, concern etched on his face. "If Valerie comes to know that we're torturing her sister here—"
• Dominic's expression turned cold. "Arthur, Valerie should not know anything. I wanted Viktor's weakness, and now she's in front of me. You have to take care of Valerie."
• Arthur nodded. "Okay, Boss."
• Max's eagerness was palpable. "Is it necessary to torture?"
• Dominic's jaw clenched. "Yes. She should know what pain is—what Valerie suffered once."
• The room fell silent, the weight of Dominic's words hanging like a dark promise. They were all very well aware that once Dominic made up his mind, there was no way he would change it.
• Meanwhile, in some other part of the mansion, a young woman dreaded things in the dark, oblivious to what awaited her.
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• Valerie's life had never been easy. Growing up, she was surrounded by pain and suffering. Her mother's death when Valerie was just seven years old marked the beginning of a downward spiral. Her once happy mother had been consumed by darkness, living in constant fear of Valerie's father's cruelty.
• The memories of her childhood still haunted her - the sound of screams, the crashes, and the tears. Her father's alcohol-fueled rage had been unleashed on her mother daily, until one fateful night, she couldn't take it anymore.
• The aftermath of her mother's death was crippling. Valerie's father turned his anger on her, and she was left to face the brutality alone. No one listened; no one believed her. She was trapped.
• Years passed, but the agony persisted. Her father remarried, seeking solace in a new family. His bride brought a daughter, Jenna, who was Valerie's age and soon-to-be stepsister. Jenna's arrival only tripled Valerie's torment. Her father, his wife, and Jenna formed a toxic triangle, each taking turns to chip away at Valerie's soul.
• The physical pain was bearable, but the emotional scars ran deep.
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