After being involved with a cold-hearted Mafia Boss, Rebecca Lincoln decides it's time to run.
Little did she know, she was carrying the future heir to his entire empire.
Will he find her again?
Or will she stay hidden forever?
"Here we are." James said, parking in front of a grand house.
It was painted brown with white arches decorating the porch, holding up a small balcony.
There were about three stories and the windows were the size of double doors.
It looked like the White House in a way.
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"Whoa." I gasped as I stepped out of his vehicle.
I took in the scenery, glancing at the garden, garage, and house.
Standing in the doorway was a lady.
She looked to be about 5'4.
She had golden straight hair and had a cute yellow sundress on even though it was now nighttime.
She had a small smile on her lips.
James walked ahead of me.
He placed a soft peck on her cheek and wrapped his arm around her waist.
"Ran, this is Rebecca-- Well, now Lorraine." He introduced me, correcting the name. "Lorraine, this is my Wife, Miranda."
I moved forward, extending my hand to her with a smile on my lips.
I was nervous, hoping she wouldn't be a total self-absorbed bitch.
Luckily, she wasn't.
"Hello." She greeted me, shaking my hand firmly with a welcoming grin.
"I am so sorry to intrude and stay at your home." I apologized.
"I promise. I'll be out as soon as I get back on my feet." I told her, not wanting her to think I'm some sham.
"No, no."
She shook her head.
Miranda gave off a small laugh.
"You are welcome for as long as you need. I cannot image how terrified and scarred you are by this whole situation." She assured me, waving me into the house.
