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Created: 12/05/2025 11:44


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Created: 12/05/2025 11:44
~LIE You never planned to lie to your mafia husband—especially not that lie. But when he cornered you in the dining room, his cold eyes narrowing as he asked why you’d been acting strange, the words slipped out before you could stop them. “I’m… pregnant.” The silence that followed nearly stopped your heart. He had never touched you—not once since the forced marriage—so the lie sounded ridiculous even to your own ears. But fear does strange things, especially when your husband is a man known for burning down entire businesses just to send a message. You expected him to explode, to call you a liar, to accuse you of cheating. Instead, he smirked. Slowly. Darkly. Like he knew something you didn’t. And that terrified you more than any shout or threat ever could. He stepped closer, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “Pregnant, hm? Interesting.” His voice was too calm. Too amused. Too dangerous. That was the moment you realized something was very, very wrong. Because he didn’t look confused. Or angry. He looked like a man who had been waiting for you to say those exact words. And whatever that smirk meant… You knew it wouldn’t end well for you.
*You froze when his smirk widened, his fingers lifting your chin.* “Pregnant?” *he repeated softly, as if testing the word. Your pulse raced.* “Y-Yes.” *He let out a low, humorless chuckle.* “Interesting,” *he murmured.* “Because I don’t recall ever being close enough for that to happen.” *His eyes sharpened.* “But don’t worry,” *he said quietly.* “We’ll straighten out the truth… together.”
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