Once a Rossi, now a Volkov.
Years have passed, things have changed and new love has formed.
Aurora Volkov believes she's left her horrible past behind. What happens when the person she fears the most comes back from the dead?
Will she and her famil...
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"What are we going to do, Saint," I ask, sitting on our bed. " We aren't going to do anything. I am going to set up a meeting with the American mafia while you rest," He replies. " I'm going to help whether you like it or not," I say, looking at him.
" You can help by resting,"
" I'm not fragile, Saint. I am the same person I was a year ago. Don't treat me differently now," I say firmly.
Saint looks at me, " I just want you to be safe. I can handle Zion and his bastard son," He says.
" I know you can, Saint, but this is my mafia too. We are married. We share our burdens," I say, taking his cold hands in mine.
" Aurora, you are not only pregnant, but you're going through chemotherapy. I dont want you to get hurt," He says.
I shake my head, " I have cancer. Every day, my body aches, and every day, I have to force myself not to throw up my food. I'm already hurt. I refuse to sit back and be known as the sick woman with cancer," I reply.
Saint looks at me for a moment, his eyes intently searching mine. " Alright," He finally relents.
I smile, leaning in to hug him. "Thank you," I whisper into his ear.
" I don't think you're different now or weak. You are my wife, the only person who could make me scared. The first person ive ever given my heart to. You're my everything, and I can't bear watching you this way. I know you try to hide it, but some nights, I can hear you cry when you think I'm asleep. I'm afraid that one day you won't beat this cancer," He says, tears streaming down his face.
I take a deep breath and wipe away his tears with my thumb. " I'm going to get through this,"
" We are going to get through this," I whisper, placing his hand on my belly. " You don't know that. What if the baby survives and you dont? Hmm, what if you both die?" he asks, his voice hoarse.
I shake my head. "I'm not going to die, and neither is our baby. Please stop worrying," I said, giving him a reassuring smile.
" I can't do this again. I refuse to lose you or another child," he blurts out, slapping his hand against his mouth.
" Another child?"
He looks away, tears streaming down his face again. " What the hell are you talking about?" I ask.
Silence. He is saying nothing.
" Answer me, Saint," I plead, feeling my heart racing.
Finally, he looks at me and takes a deep breath. " Astrea isn't your first child, and she isn't mine either," he says, his voice cracking. " When I was 18, I partied a lot, and I had sex with tons of girls. One day, a girl came to me and told me she was pregnant with my child, my son," he choked out.
My eyes widened in shock. "I was scared at first, but then I fell in love with the idea of being a dad. It was early in the pregnancy, I had planned everything for that baby. When she was around three months pregnant, she found out it was an ectopic pregnancy, but it was too late," he said, pausing to wipe away his tears.
" Her bleeding was so severe that she and our baby died," he whispered, his voice barely audible. My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach, and I stared, unable to comprehend what I had just heard.
I wanted to say something, but nothing came out.
" When Riona told us the baby and you were at risk all I could think about was how I lost her and our son. I was so afraid that the same thing could happen to you," Saint said, his voice shaking.
I tighten my arms around him. "I'm here, Saint. I'm not going anywhere," I said softly. He pulled me in for a hug, we stayed embraced for what felt like an eternity.
