Happiness is a rare feeling to me. My mother passed away when I was 7 years old. My father? Well I never got a chance to know him. My father owned a number of taxies, so every time he went to UMthwalume to check how his taxies were doing he would notice my mother going to work because she used to work at a post office. They pursued a relationship but my father's sister ( my aunt) never approved their relationship because she thought my mother was one of those amateur gold diggers. After a year or so my mom fell pregnant with me. My dad was happy because I was his first child. He used to visit mom very often after he discovered he was going to be a dad. My mother lived in a very unsafe place, which is one of the

A first born son, a mafia leader, a business man... But childless. Only one woman has the ability to carry his child. Will this be an easy journey? Read to find out.