In four months, I’ll be free from our fake marriage.

But in nine months… I’ll be giving birth to his heir.

Nico clawed his way to the top, now ruling as the ruthless Don.

His chiseled jawline and smoldering dark eyes would make any heart skip a beat, but I’m his unwilling prize. As they say, break my heart twice…shame on me.

Each day is a battlefield. His presence is a storm—intense, inescapable.
His grip on my waist is a possessive claim I can’t shake.

Four months of pretending, of playing the obedient wife—that’s all I have to survive before he sets me free.

But somewhere along the way, the act became real.
Our sham marriage turned into stolen kisses and heated nights.
His touch, once suffocating, now sends electric shivers down my spine.

But when the time comes, will he let me go? Or will his legacy bind me to him forever?

The clock is ticking, but my belly… is growing.