A Night of Mistakes
Y/N never believed in love.
As the ruthless leader of the most feared mafia family, she had learned early on that emotions were a weakness. Trust no one. Love no one. That was the rule she lived by.
But one reckless night changed everything.
It started in a barâwhiskey burning her throat, frustration buzzing in her veins. She had just survived an assassination attempt, and she needed an escape from the blood and betrayal of her world.
Thatâs when she saw him.
H/N.
A doctor. A man so out of place in her violent life. He was sipping his drink, lost in his own thoughts. There was something about himâhis quiet confidence, the way he didnât look at her like she was dangerous.
Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was loneliness.
But that night, she let herself feel.
They ended up tangled in sheets, bodies desperate, whispers urgent. It wasnât love. It was just need.
Or so she thought.
The Consequence
Y/N never contacted him again.
Weeks passed, and she buried herself in work. Deals. Killings. Power. She convinced herself that night meant nothing.
Until the nausea started.
Until the doctor confirmed it.
She was pregnant.
For the first time in her life, fear gripped her. Not for herself, but for the tiny life growing inside her. A childâher child. In her world, family was a weakness. Enemies would kill to get to her through her baby.
She had to handle this alone.
But fate had other plans.
Because H/Nâthe fatherâwalked right back into her life.
Youâre What?!
H/N stared at her, his white coat stiff against his shoulders. The hospital smelled like antiseptic, but all he could focus on was her.
And the bombshell she had just dropped.
"Youâre pregnant?" His voice was calm, but his hands curled into fists.
She nodded, arms crossed. "Yes. But I donât need you involved."
Silence. Thenâhe laughed.
Not what she expected.
"You think Iâm going to let you raise my child alone?" he asked, stepping closer. "Not a chance."
She scowled. "This is my business."
His eyes darkened. "Itâs our business now."
She wasnât used to people standing up to her. She wasnât used to someone caring.
And that terrified her.
Forced Together
H/N refused to leave.
He moved into her mansion, setting up a medical room just in case. He cooked for her. Argued with her. Protected her.
At first, she hated it.
She was the mafia queenâshe didnât need a doctor telling her what to do. But then⦠he started getting under her skin.
The way he rubbed her back when she was in pain. The way he talked to her belly, whispering things he thought she didnât hear. The way he didnât fear her like everyone else.
And then one night, she broke.
"You should leave," she whispered, standing in the moonlit hallway. "Before itâs too late."
He stepped closer. "Too late for what?"
"For you to matter to me," she admitted.
His lips curled. "Too late, sweetheart."
And then he kissed her.
Soft. Slow. Unlike their first night. This wasnât lust.
It was something dangerous.
It was love.
War & Sacrifice
Not everyone was happy about their relationship.
Her enemies saw H/N as a weakness, a way to hurt her. And one night, they attacked.
Y/N woke up to gunfire.
Her heart stopped when she saw H/N fighting backâfor her.
She killed every man who dared to touch him. But by the time the dust settled, he was hurt.
Lying in her arms, bleeding.
"I told you to stay away," she choked, pressing against his wound.
He smirked, eyes heavy with pain. "Not happening."
That was the moment she knew.
She loved him.
The Baby Arrives
Months later, the mansion was filled with screams.
Y/N never feared anything. But childbirth? This was new.
She gripped H/Nâs hand, sweat dripping from her forehead.
"You did this to me!" she growled.
He chuckled, brushing a kiss to her knuckles. "Youâre doing amazing, baby."
Hours later, the cries of their newborn filled the air.
A little girl.
Y/N stared at her tiny face, overwhelmed.
And when H/N wrapped an arm around her, pressing a kiss to her temple, she finally admittedâ
This was love.
Real. Permanent. Hers.
Happily Ever After?
Two years later, Y/N stood in the garden, their daughter in her arms.
She was still a mafia queen. Still ruthless. But now, she had something she never thought possibleâa family.
H/N walked over, wrapping an arm around her.
"Marry me," he murmured.
She smirked. "I donât do love."
He kissed her slowly, their daughter giggling between them.
"You do now."
And as she kissed him back, she knewâ
She always would.