A woman hides the child she conceived with a comatose mafia don, raising the baby alone in secret. Years later, the powerful father wakes and discovers the truth, forcing a collision between the family she built and the dangerous world he belongs to.
Thank God he didn't remember me. Then the little girl's eyes lit up. She reached toward me and called sweetly. Mommy! It's Mommy!
The second she said it, everyone changed expression. They looked thrilled by the scandal. My palms were sweating. Shane had shown no signs of waking up back then,
so there was no way he could remember me. But I really had fooled around with him more than a few times. Once, I was too rough and saw his lashes flutter. What if he remembered my voice and exposed Serena as a fake?
Shane frowned slightly. He looked at me suspiciously. I panicked even more. Baby, Mommy's right here.
Aunt Nora and Mommy look a lot alike. Did you get us mixed up? It was my sister, Serena. She smiled brightly, looking almost exactly like me.
I immediately relaxed. Baby, come to Mommy. You're not Mommy! The little girl in Shane's arms pouted and slapped Serena's hand away.
Serena's smile froze. She quickly tried to recover. Baby, you don't even recognize Mommy anymore? The little girl refused to let her hold her.
She wriggled out of Shane's arms and came running over, straight at me. My heart nearly jumped out of my chest. I dropped my fork, lifted my dress, and ran. Mommy!
Don't come over here. I circled the table, desperately dodging her. The little girl refused to give up. She chased me around the table, calling me mommy.
Shane frowned. His dark eyes stayed locked on me, full of suspicion. I barely dared to look at him.