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.
Out of habit, I touched her hair. She immediately leaned into my hand. Mommy? Mommy left me. I pulled my hand away as if I'd been burned.
The next second, Shane opened the driver's door and got in. I'll take you home first. It's not safe for you to stay out here alone. I never meant to let him drive me.
I pulled out my phone to call a cab, but Shane seemed to know what I was doing. This place is pretty remote. You won't get one out here. I stopped.
If this place was so remote, why was Shane here? Was he following me? I cautiously asked. Why are you here?
Without turning around, Shane glanced at me through the rearview mirror. She kept asking for you and wouldn't sleep. I had to drive her around. He paused.
Miss Hart, this might be inappropriate, but I still want to ask. Have we met before? My heart jumped into my throat. Forbidden memories flashed through my mind.
More than just met. I had my hands on his chest every night. I knew every inch of his body by heart. I forced myself to stay calm.
I don't think so. I've been overseas these past few years, and Charlie mistaking me for her mother isn't surprising. My sister and I look almost identical.
I'm sorry. I've never liked kids much. That's why I wouldn't let her hug me. I wasn't sure if my explanation had convinced him.
His eyes stayed fixed on my face. His dark eyes held something I couldn't read, but he never said a word. I made it home safely.
The next morning, Mom kicked open my bedroom door. The Whitmers has canceled the engagement!