SINFUL TEMPTATION

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A/n -Play Intro (infected )from sinful playlist .

My hands gripped the test kit tightly, my heart racing as two red lines stared back at me, confirming what I feared. I was pregnant. Panic washed over me as I stumbled out of the washroom and told the doctor who was my friend . She smiled and congratulated me, already knowing about my relationship with Daniel, but I barely acknowledged her before leaving the clinic.

Sitting in my car, I tried to steady my breath. I was sure the baby was Daniel's—we had been trying for months—but everything had changed. He cheated on me, and I thought I had erased him from my life. Now, I had to face him again. He deserved to know, after all. It was his child too.

I drove to his apartment, my stomach twisting with dread. The last time I was here, I knew the password, but things had changed since then. I rang the doorbell and froze when I saw who opened the door—my sister, Olivia. The sight of her made my blood boil.

"Well, well, look who's here," Olivia sneered, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Where's Daniel?" I snapped, glaring at her.

"Come in," she replied nonchalantly, stepping aside as if she owned the place. I hesitated but entered anyway.

"Who is it, babe?" Daniel's voice called from the back room. When he emerged, his eyes widened in surprise, clearly not expecting me. "What are you doing here?" he asked, a hint of annoyance in his voice.

I took a deep breath, trying to keep my composure. "I'm pregnant, Daniel. It's yours. I thought you should know."

Before I could say more, Olivia burst out laughing. "Oh please, who knows if it's Daniel's and not one of your mafia clients?" she mocked, smirking.

"What the hell are you talking about?" I shot back, my anger rising.

"The famous lawyer who never worked with criminals suddenly takes on a mafia case? Isn't that suspicious?" Olivia said, her smirk widening.

"Shut up, Olivia!" I yelled, barely holding back the rage building inside me.

"And by the way," she added, her voice dripping with malice, "I'm pregnant with Daniel's baby."

My world spun as I stared at Daniel, hoping he would deny it. But he didn't. Instead, he shrugged casually, "We're over, Ava. You should just abort it," he said before turning away.

I stood frozen, trying to process the betrayal, when Olivia leaned in closer and whispered venomously, "No one deserves a bitch like you. Who even knows if it's Daniel's baby? Maybe one of your sugar daddies threw you out. What else can you expect from someone as cheap as you, sleeping with your client?"

That was it. My hand flew across her face before I even realized it. The slap echoed through the room, and I stormed out, hot tears streaming down my face as I reached the parking lot. Every insult, every betrayal hit me all at once. I thought about going to a bar, but then remembered—I'm pregnant. And I wasn't going to abort this baby. I wasn't going to let them break me. Raising Olivia after our parents died had been my mistake. She turned into a monster, and I regretted everything.

Blinded by tears, I barely noticed when my car collided with another. The impact jolted me, and I let out a scream, my vision growing dim as I struggled to stay conscious.

Andrew's POV

I was speeding toward an important meeting when I heard the crash. My car hit another vehicle, and I heard a scream that sent chills down my spine. I quickly unbuckled my seatbelt and rushed toward the other car. I wasn't prepared for what I saw.

It was Ava.

Her body slumped in the driver's seat, blood dripping from her forehead and soaking through her black trousers. Panic gripped me as I yanked the door open, pulling her into my arms. She was bleeding, badly, and fading fast. I tapped her cheeks, desperate to keep her awake. "Ava, stay with me," I whispered, but her eyes were closing.

My car was totaled, so I called my assistant, my voice shaking with urgency. "Send a car to my location—now!"

As I stood there holding Ava's limp body, my white coat stained with her blood, time seemed to stop. Every second felt like an eternity. I had never prayed for anything in my life, not even for my own survival, but in that moment, I found myself praying for her. I couldn't lose her. Not like this.

When the car arrived, I rushed her to the hospital, my heart pounding in my chest. I didn't care about the headlines that would follow—a mafia boss carrying an injured woman into the emergency room—it didn't matter. All that mattered was Ava.

Hours later, the doctor emerged from surgery, his face somber. My throat tightened as I asked, "How is she?"

He sighed heavily. "We couldn't save the baby. The injuries were too severe. But the patient is stable, and out of danger."

A wave of relief and guilt washed over me. Ava was safe. But the baby—her baby—was gone. I hadn't even known she was pregnant.

Ava's heart pounded as she slowly regained consciousness. The sterile smell of the hospital filled her senses, and the beeping machines reminded her of the thin line between life and death she had just crossed. Her hand instinctively went to her stomach, and the reality hit her hard—her baby was gone.

Tears welled up, but before they could fall, Andrew entered the room. His usual stoic, commanding presence was softened by worry. His eyes met hers, and in that moment, she saw a side of him she hadn't expected—the side that cared deeply. He moved to her bedside, taking her hand gently, his voice low and heavy with emotion.

"You're okay, Ava. You're safe now."

She blinked away her tears, squeezing his hand, but the weight of everything—the betrayal, the accident, the loss of her child—pressed down on her chest. "The baby..." she whispered, her voice breaking.

Andrew's jaw clenched, and he sat on the edge of her bed. "I'm sorry, Ava. The doctor said... they couldn't save the baby."

A sob escaped her lips, and she turned her face away, not wanting him to see her crumble. But he was there, pulling her close, as if his embrace could shield her from the pain.

"I should have been more careful... I should've—" she choked out.

"Don't. This wasn't your fault," he said firmly, his voice trembling slightly. "None of this is your fault."

Ava didn't know what to say. She had never seen him like this, vulnerable and raw. The fear of losing her had shaken him more than she ever thought possible. But even now, in her grief, she couldn't shake the image of Olivia and Daniel—their betrayal burned deep.

"I lost everything, Andrew," she whispered, her voice filled with anguish. "My baby... my sister... Daniel..."

Andrew tightened his grip around her, his voice a whisper against her hair. "You didn't lose everything, Ava. You still have me."

She pulled back, looking into his eyes, searching for something—truth, security, hope. "Why are you doing this? Why do you care?"

His gaze softened, and for the first time, she saw the man beneath the mafia boss, the man who had loved her quietly and fiercely. "Because I've always cared, Ava. You just didn't know it."

Silence fell between them, heavy with unsaid words and lingering emotions. Ava closed her eyes, letting herself lean into the comfort of Andrew's presence. She didn't know what the future held, but in this moment, she wasn't alone.

And maybe, just maybe, that was enough for now.