Pregnant by the Mafia Boss

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L I L I A N A

The persistent beep of the hospital monitor was the first thing I heard.

I opened my eyes and blinked a few times, trying to adjust my eyes to the dim light in the room.

My head ached, a dull, pounding throb that seemed to stretch all the way down to my bones.

Where was I?

I tried to move, but my body felt heavy, like it had been drained of all its energy.

I tried to sit up, but my arms trembled with the effort.

My eyes scanned the white walls, the soft rustling of someone in the room beside me.

I turned my head and saw him, a man in a white coat, his face serious but kind.

He was standing by the foot of my bed, a clipboard in his hands. His eyes flickered to me as I made a noise, signaling that I was awake.

"Ah, Miss Liliana, you're awake," he said, her voice smooth, reassuring. "How are you feeling?"

I wanted to say something, but my throat felt dry and tight. The words wouldn't come.

I blinked again, trying to process what was happening.

"Where... where am I?" I managed to croak out, my voice barely a whisper.

"You're in the hospital," she replied softly, her gaze steady.

"You collapsed at the after-party. We had to bring you in. You've been under observation for the past few hours. You've had some tests done."

"Tests..." I murmured, trying to make sense of it all.

The last thing I remembered was that suffocating moment at the party, feeling like the world was spinning out of control.

Alessandro kissing Clarissa in front of me had been the breaking point. But how had I ended up here? What had happened?

"You passed out, and your husband took you to the hospital." He explained with a gentle smile on my face.

I try to sit up, but the world tilts again, and I quickly lower myself back into the pillows, feeling a wave of nausea.

My body is so weak. My head throbs in a rhythm, and I close my eyes for a moment, willing myself to focus.

"You were dehydrated, overexerted, and it looks like you were under a lot of stress. We took some tests to be sure, and there's something we need to talk about," he continued, his tone shifting slightly.

There was something more urgent in his voice now, a seriousness that made me blink again, this time more alert.

I furrow my brow, confusion clouding my mind. "Tests? What kind of tests?"

He hesitates for a moment, a flicker of uncertainty passing across his face before he clears his throat.

"Liliana, I'm afraid I have some news. You're fifteen weeks pregnant."

My heart stops. I can feel my breath catch in my throat. Pregnant? How?

"I'm pregnant?" I whisper, feeling the shock coursing through my chest.

"Yes," he said carefully, "and not just pregnant-" He paused, as if trying to read my reaction. "You're carrying triplets."

Triplets.

I couldn't breathe. The room seemed to tilt beneath me, and I had to force myself to sit up again, though my vision was still spinning.

"Triplets?" I repeated, my voice shaking.

The words felt alien in my mouth. I wasn't sure if I wanted to laugh or cry.

I had to be hearing things. This couldn't be happening.

"Yes," he said, confirming it again, his tone gentle but firm. "Triplets. We've confirmed it with the ultrasound."

"Three?" I ask in a whisper, my heart pounding. "Three babies?"

The doctor nods. "Yes. Three healthy babies. You've been under a lot of stress, which is why your body has been reacting this way. I'm sure the pressure and emotional turmoil didn't help, but that's why you passed out, your body needed a moment to rest. We'll take good care of you from here on out, but you'll need to make sure you're taking care of yourself and those babies."

I blink, unable to wrap my head around the words.

I can't be carrying three babies. How? How did this happen?

The realization hit me like a cold wave crashing over my body.

I was fifteen weeks pregnant with triplets. Three babies, growing inside me. But there was one detail I couldn't escape, one man I couldn't ignore. Alessandro.

The man who had always haunted my thoughts. The man who owned every part of my heart, though I had never had the courage to tell him.

And now, I was carrying his children. Three babies.

"Holy fuck..." I swallowed, trying to process the shock, the disbelief, the overwhelming emotion.

But then, another wave of reality hit me.

Alessandro was getting married in four months. To someone else. A woman who wasn't me.

"I..." My words faltered as I tried to gather my thoughts. "I don't know what to do."

The doctor's expression remained sympathetic. "I understand this is a lot to process. It's important that you take your time to think through everything, to make decisions about your next steps. But I will tell you, Miss Liliana, you and the babies are healthy. You're not in any immediate danger, but you'll need to take care of yourself."

I closed my eyes for a moment, the world spinning again, not from dizziness, but from the weight of the truth.

How could I tell him? How could I tell the man who was about to marry someone else that I was carrying his children?

He had never promised me anything. I had known, deep down, that he was never mine.

We had our moments, fleeting ones, but in the end, he had chosen to not believe me.

He had chosen to marry another woman, Clarissa, the woman he was supposed to build a future with.

But then, despite everything, the shock, the confusion, the deep sense of loss, something else stirred within me.

A quiet flutter. I was carrying my babies, I was carrying his babies.

No matter the circumstances, no matter the confusion and heartbreak, I couldn't ignore the fact that I was going to be a mother.

I'm going to be a mother, I thought, feeling the tears well up in my eyes.

They were my children, and somehow, despite everything, that gave me a great sense of peace.

But it didn't make the reality any easier. Alessandro was getting married. And I had no idea how to tell him.