Captive Mafia Princess

Angelina's POV

The nausea rolled through me again as I sat at my desk, staring at the quarterly reports without really seeing them. I pressed my hand against my stomach, trying to breathe through it. This had been going on for days now, the dizziness, the bone-deep exhaustion, the waves of sickness that came out of nowhere.

Maybe I'm just stressed. God knows living in that house is enough to make anyone sick, watching Joseph spend every spare moment in Rosanna's room.

My eyes drifted to the calendar on my desk. Ten days. Just ten more days until the two-year trial period ended, the agreement I'd made with my father when I'd insisted on marrying Joseph despite his objections. Ten days until Father's people would come to bring us both back to the Romano estate, and I could finally tell Joseph who I really was. The look on his face when he discovered his "ordinary" wife was actually the only daughter of Vincent Romano, the most powerful Mafia King in Chicago, would be absolutely priceless.

But first, I needed to figure out what was wrong with me. I grabbed my wallet, called in sick to my manager, and headed to the hospital.

The private clinic downtown was quiet and discreet, exactly what I needed. I'd chosen it specifically because they didn't ask questions.

"Congratulations, Mrs. Valentino," Dr. Floyd said, smiling at me across her desk. "You're pregnant, about six weeks along."

"I'm what?"

"Pregnant." She handed me the test results, her eyes warm. "You look surprised. This is good news, isn't it?"

I stared at the paper in my hands, watching the medical terminology blur through my tears. "I'm going to be a mother?"

"Yes, you are." Dr. Floyd squeezed my shoulder gently. "Congratulations."

I couldn't speak, couldn't catch my breath. My hands shook so badly I almost dropped the report. A baby. Joseph's baby. Our baby. All the pain of the past months, watching him disappear into Rosanna's room for hours, listening to his mother Mrs. Valentino's endless remarks about my "useless womb," suddenly felt like it might actually mean something. We'd created something beautiful together, something that would connect us forever.

I walked out of the clinic in a complete daze, clutching the test results against my chest like they might disappear if I let go.

The Valentino family had fought our marriage from the beginning because they thought I was nobody, just some random girl not good enough for their bloodline. Joseph had actually gotten down on his knees before his entire family and threatened to give up his inheritance rights before they'd reluctantly agreed to let us be together. That moment had meant everything to me, proof that he loved me enough to sacrifice his future for our relationship.

Joseph would never betray me, not after everything we've been through.

I cancelled all my afternoon meetings and drove to a pharmacy, buying the most beautiful pregnancy announcement kit I could find, the kind that came in a velvet box with a little card for the father.

The drive back to the Valentino estate felt endless. I kept touching my stomach, trying to imagine the tiny life growing inside me. Our baby. Joseph's and mine. A perfect combination of both of us.

I practically burst through the mansion's main doors, my heart racing with pure excitement. The house was eerily quiet, Mrs. Valentino must be at her afternoon tea gathering with the other Mafia wives, probably gossiping about whose husband had the most successful illegal operations.

"Joseph?" I called out, heading toward our bedroom on the second floor.

Then I heard something. Low, muffled, coming from the study next door.

I stopped outside the study door, my hand raised to knock. That's when I heard it clearly, a woman's voice, breathy and desperate.

"Joseph... faster... I'm so close..."

Every drop of blood in my body turned to ice.

No. Please, God.

The door wasn't completely closed, just cracked open enough to see inside. My feet carried me forward, and I looked through that crack, and I saw them.

Rosanna straddled Joseph's lap on the desk chair, dress yanked down to her waist, tits spilling out of her bra. Joseph’s mouth latched onto one stiff nipple, sucking hard, teeth scraping the peak while his tongue flicked it raw.

His other hand shoved her dress up to her hips, panties ripped to the side. Two thick fingers slammed into her dripping pussy, knuckles-deep, pumping fast and wet, his thumb mashing her clit in brutal circles. She bucked against his hand, cunt clenching, juices running down his wrist and soaking his lap.

Her fist gripped his cock, hard and leaking, jerking him in tight, frantic strokes, smearing precum over the swollen head with every twist. Their mouths smashed together, tongues thrusting deep, sloppy and starving, spit trailing between their lips when they broke for air.

"Joseph," Rosanna moaned against his lips, her voice thick with pleasure. "You feel so good... so much better than your brother ever did..."

"Don't talk about him," he snarled, biting her lower lip, fingers curling inside her to grind her G-spot. He sucked her other tit into his mouth, leaving red marks. "Right now, there's only us. Just us."

The shopping bag slipped from my nerveless fingers and hit the floor with a soft thud.

They didn't even notice the sound. They were too lost in each other.

This can't be real. This can't be happening. I'm pregnant with his child, and he's...

My hand moved automatically to my stomach, protective and instinctive. I'd come home to tell him we were going to be parents, and instead I was watching him finger-fuck another woman while she jerked him off in our home.

I was storming into the room. "What the hell are you doing?!"