Pregnant with the Mafia's Twins
oyindamola aduke · Ongoing · 350.5k Words
Introduction
Once trapped in a loveless marriage to Dario Moretti, Italy’s most feared mafia king. Elena Caruso barely escaped with her unborn twins and her life. Framed for betrayal by Dario’s cunning stepmother and humiliated by his affairs, Elena was cast aside like trash. When he tried to kill her and their child, she vanished into the shadows of New York, starting over with a new name and an iron heart.
Now a sought-after interior designer, Elena is confident, fearless, and thriving, until Dario crashes back into her world like a loaded gun, desperate to reclaim what he threw away.
But Elena isn't the same fragile woman he once controlled. And she won’t give up her freedom or her children without a fight.
He wants redemption and she wants revenge, while their twins? They want the truth…
In a world of blood ties and broken vows, love isn’t a fairytale, it’s a battlefield.
Chapter 1
The clock struck past midnight.
Elena lay fast asleep, her body curled beneath the soft covers, finally surrendering to the exhaustion of the day. All she wanted was a moment of peace. A breath. A night without fear.
But peace was a luxury she no longer owned.
A sudden pressure crushed her chest, a heavy weight forcing her into the mattress. Her eyes snapped open, panic flooding her chest as she struggled to breathe. And then she saw them, two piercing, ice-blue eyes staring down at her in the dark, glowing with something unreadable.
She didn’t need the light to know who it was.
She knew that scent. That breath. That touch.
Her husband.
Dario Moretti.
"Why are you wearing panties?" His voice was a low growl in her ear, quiet but deadly. "Did you forget what I told you, sweetheart? You’re supposed to be ready for me in this bed."
A chill danced down Elena’s spine. She wanted to speak, to explain, but fear stole her voice.
She had forgotten.
She was so tired. So nauseous. Her body had been aching for days, her head pounding endlessly. The moment she lay down, she’d drifted off without a second thought.
But excuses meant nothing to Dario , not when he was in this mood.
The ruthless mafia king of Western Italy, Dario was feared by all. Handsome. Wealthy. Untouchable. And cold as death. People who crossed him didn’t get second chances, they got buried.
And Elena?
She was his wife.
Not by love or choice. But by force, an arranged marriage born out of obligation.
He married her only because his powerful grandfather had demanded it. The old man owed Elena his life, she had saved him once, and in return, he had chosen her to be Dario’s bride. When Dario refused, his inheritance and the entire Moretti empire were threatened.
Dario obeyed. But he never forgave.
To him, Elena was nothing but a burden. A gold digger. A stain on his pride. And he never let her forget it.
He hovered above her now completely bare his warmth pressing against her cold skin. Her body stiffened. She wasn’t ready. She didn’t want this. Not tonight.
But he didn’t care.
Without warning, he tore her panties away and entered her with a rough, brutal thrust.
"Ah!" Elena cried out, the pain immediate, sharp, and unforgiving.
"Fuck, you're so dry," Dario growled, his disgust clear.
"And how many times have I told you to wash before bed? You reek of sweat and spices. What are you doing all day, cooking for ghosts?"
His insults cut deeper than his actions. But Elena had learned not to flinch. After three years of this loveless marriage, her heart had grown calloused. Still, deep inside, a fragile part of her held on to a foolish dream that maybe one day, he would look at her with something other than hatred.
But dreams like that don’t survive long in a cage.
She turned her head away, hiding the tears threatening her eyes.
Yet suddenly, his actions shifted. Dario dipped his head into her neck, inhaling her scent like it calmed him. His fingers moved gently across her inner thighs, brushing her sensitive spot in slow, deliberate circles.
Her body betrayed her. Her breath hitched. A soft moan slipped from her lips.
"Ah… Dario…”
He froze.
"What did you just say?" His voice dropped to a whisper low and deadly.
"I-I'm sorry, Mr. Moretti," she stammered, immediately correcting herself.
He had forbidden her from calling him by name. Only his family and trusted allies had that right.
"That’s better," he hissed. "Remember your place."
He brought his finger to his lips, tasting her. "Disgusting," he muttered.
But he licked it clean anyway.
The contradiction twisted in her gut.
She hated him.
She hated that her body responded to his touch. She hated how he insulted her and still couldn’t stay away from her bed. She hated the shame, the humiliation, the pain.
And yet, she lay there powerless, breathless and trying not to cry.
His eyes locked with hers, unreadable. For a moment, she thought she saw something. Softness? Longing? But it vanished as quickly as it came.
He thrust into her again, and his lips crushed hers with a hunger that confused her.
It wasn’t love.
It couldn’t be.
Dario had sex with her every night, whether she wanted it or not. Whether she was exhausted or sick, he took what he wanted and left her hollow.
He hated her… didn’t he?
And yet, he couldn’t go a single night without her.
Was it a desire? Obsession? Control?
Whatever it was, it scared her more than hatred ever could.
Tonight, he was different. Slower. More deliberate. It terrified her.
"Wait, Mr. Moretti…" she gasped, her voice cracking.
He groaned. "What now?"
"Please… be gentle tonight," she whispered, her voice shaking.
He scoffed. "What’s so special about tonight?"
"I… I’m not feeling well."
He grabbed her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes. For a heartbeat, they softened just barely and then turned to stone again.
"A new trick, huh?" he said coldly.
Elena didn’t answer.
He threw her legs over his shoulder and slid deeper inside, rocking his hips with slow cruelty.
"I enjoy seeing you in pain beneath me," he whispered with a dark smile.
Tears spilled silently down her cheeks.
She stayed still. Silent. A lifeless doll.
Yet Dario for the first time was gentle. He touched her differently. He didn’t stop until she broke. Until her body betrayed her again.
She climaxed. She hated it.
He came inside her. Not once, but three times.
Two hours later, he collapsed beside her, exhausted.
She shifted his heavy body to the side, gently moving him away.
And then… she stared at the ceiling, her heart pounding.
She was pregnant.
The test she took that morning was still hidden in the drawer. Two lines. Positive.
She had missed her period. The nausea had worsened. There was no denying it now.
A new life was growing inside her.
A mix of fear and joy tangled in her chest. But one fear drowned out the rest:
How would Dario react when he found out?
He had told her from the start he never wanted a child with her.
He’d see it as betrayal. As a trap.
She didn’t even remember when she missed a pill or when this miracle happened.
But still… a tiny spark of hope flickered inside her.
Maybe… This baby could change everything.
Maybe it could change him and that could save her also.
Last Chapters
#302 Chapter 302— Find Her or Lose Her
Last Updated: 3/14/2026#301 Chapter 301 — Choose Her or Me
Last Updated: 3/14/2026#300 Chapter 300 — Kidnapped in Broad Daylight
Last Updated: 3/14/2026#299 Chapter 299 — A Dangerous Night
Last Updated: 3/14/2026#298 Chapter 298 — Legally His, Truly Hers
Last Updated: 3/14/2026#297 Chapter 297 — Nowhere Left to Go
Last Updated: 3/14/2026#296 Chapter 296 — The Duchess Taken Away
Last Updated: 3/14/2026#295 Chapter 295 — A Crown Built on Lies
Last Updated: 3/14/2026#294 Chapter 294 — Forever Begins Now
Last Updated: 3/14/2026#293 Chapter 293 — The Moment She Saw Him
Last Updated: 3/14/2026
You Might Like 😍
The Lycan Kings and the White Wolf.
Mission: Steal the Male Lead
But the more Morwenna changes the story, the stranger the world becomes. The heroine seems to know the future, unseen spectators begin commenting on her life, and the gods watching from above grow obsessed with the drama unfolding before them. Trapped in a story where fate has already decided the ending, Morwenna must choose whether to follow the script or rewrite it entirely. But if the world itself was never meant to belong to its characters, can she steal the male lead before fate steals her freedom first?
Let Them Kneel
Cast out by her pack. Forgotten by the Lycans.
She lived among humans—quiet, invisible, tucked away in a town no one looked at twice.
But when her first heat comes without warning, everything changes.
Her body ignites. Her instincts scream. And something primal stirs beneath her skin—
summoning a big, bad Alpha who knows exactly how to quench her fire.
When he claims her, it’s ecstasy and ruin.
For the first time, she believes she’s been accepted.
Seen.
Chosen.
Until he leaves her the next morning—
like a secret never to be spoken.
But Kaelani is not what they thought.
Not wolfless. Not weak.
There is something ancient inside her. Something powerful. And it’s waking.
And when it does—
they’ll all remember the girl they tried to erase.
Especially him.
She’ll be the dream he keeps chasing… the one thing that ever made him feel alive.
Because secrets never stay buried.
And neither do dreams.
The rejected white luna
The Billionaire's Surrogate's Secret
“Who said that’s still fucking true? We stopped being just man and surrogate the first time our eyes met.” He walked towards me, boring into my eyes with those eyes of his. “I fucking want you, Vanessa.”
My heart stuttered.
This could not be real.
“But the rules—“
“I made them. I can destroy them. I already destroyed them when I kissed you.” He was dangerously close now, but all I kept getting was danger signals combined with the panic, alarm, lust and above all, the guilt.
It was killing me.
Vanessa Sterling who never liked men because of what her father did to her mother ended up having a drunken one night stand with a stranger and that might end up changing her life forever.
Rodri Darnell who doesn’t want to get married or have kids but is forced to give his father a grand child, decided to use a surrogate.
Vanessa Sterling was supposed to be an ordinary surrogate to Rodri Darnell of the Dolphin Emirates, but he fell in love with her.
Their only problem will be Vanessa's secret.
Tempted By The Enemy
She escapes to Preston Island to attend the wedding without informing him only to collide with Lucas’s hot, fiery and arrogant brother, the twenty-three-year-old, Nicholas Donnelly. Sparks immediately fly between them but Alyssa refuses to acknowledge them fearing her brother's wrath.
The wedding is over and Alyssa tries hard to forget the mysterious Nicholas Donnelly but can he forget her? Can he ignore the attraction he feels for her, feelings that have resurfaced after ten years?
What will Allyssa do when she is stalked by the man who has been invading her dreams since the day she met him? What will she do when she is whisked away to a deserted island by the unpredictable Nicholas Donnelly? Can she tame her heart or surrender to sinful temptations? Read to find out!
Part of the Temptation Series. Can be read as a standalone.
My Alpha's Fake Luna
Those were the last words my Alpha whispered before he severed our bond.
I believed our marriage was over.
I was wrong.
For two years, I thought Alpha Michael never loved me.
Every misunderstanding pushed us farther apart.
Every silence broke another piece of my heart.
While another woman slowly took my place.
But everything changed after the death of the Grand Alpha.
My mate began watching me.
Protecting me.
Holding me whenever I fell.
Looking at me like he was terrified of losing me.
If he hated me...
Why did he keep risking everything for me?
And why did everyone panic the moment I finally chose another future?
My Husband's Secretary Wore My Dress
Those words shattered Vivian's heart.
For three years, she endured her husband's coldness and his secretary's endless provocations.
She never knew that the woman he trusted most had stolen her identity.
Or that the man she loved had secretly loved her all along.
When the truth finally came out, it was already too late.
Vivian had divorced him.
She had disappeared with his unborn child.
And she had no intention of coming back.
Five years later, the former ballerina returned as the sole heiress of a powerful family.
Standing beside her was a little girl with eyes identical to Caden Lux's.
The billionaire who once ignored her had gone mad.
He blocked her in the dressing room, knelt before her, and even accepted the possibility that another man had taken his place.
Because losing his pride was nothing.
Losing Vivian had nearly killed him.
But after everything he had done…
Could she ever forgive the man who chose another woman over his own wife?
Unwanted Mate Of The Lycan Kings
Ripped from her bed and thrown into a world of blood and treachery, Zirah’s fate is sealed, a forced marriage to one of the three Lycan Kings, each more monstrous than the last.
These kings, cursed by their sins, pride, greed, wrath, envy, lust, and gluttony are at war, fighting to claim their father’s throne. But the last thing any of them want is a queen.
To them, Zirah is nothing but a pawn, an object to be used, discarded, or destroyed.
But they underestimate her.
If they think she will cower, they are wrong.
If they believe she will bow, they will bleed.
And if they want to break her, they’ll have to survive her first.
The Spy Who Left
"I still can't believe she actually did it. Aria Hart, filing for divorce. Who saw that coming?"
"How long do we think it'll take before she comes crawling back?" Another voice joins the conversation.
"Three days," Victoria declares. "Five at most. She has no money, no skills, no family. Where's she going to go?"
When Aria Chen divorced billionaire Leon Hart, New York's elite sneered, betting she'd crawl back within days. She never did.
Three years later, the world is rocked when Dr. Aria Vale, CEO of a revolutionary cybersecurity empire, steps into the spotlight. The mysterious genius who built a billion-dollar company from nothing is none other than Leon's discarded wife, the woman everyone thought was just a pretty ornament.
Now, every powerful man wants the queen Leon threw away a renowned scientist seeking partnership, a financial titan proposing an empire, and an actor offering devotion. Each sees the brilliance Leon ignored.
Then Leon discovers the truth: Aria's sacrifices, her secret double life, and the daughter she's been raising without him. For the first time, the man who once took her for granted must fight for her love. But can he compete with men who valued her from the beginning?
A story of love, betrayal, and power where the king must kneel before the queen who never needed saving.
Letters to a Dark Prince
Thrown into Isteros Academy—a world of old money, blood money, and cruel social games—she's an outsider by birth and an afterthought by design. Her sister Solyn is the school's untouchable queen and Mara is her favorite target.
Everyone expects Atreus to treat his fiancée’s scholarship sister like everyone else does—as if she doesn’t matter.
Instead, his dorm room sits directly across from hers, close enough that she can see his light go out at night. Some nights, he climbs the old maintenance trellis just to check on her. He teaches her chess. He shows up exactly when something's gone wrong—and never once asks to be thanked for it.
"Don't fall in love with one piece," he warns her, over a board neither of them treats like a game anymore. "It punishes the person who only sees half of it."
Mara doesn't understand why the boy who's supposed to make her life harder keeps quietly making it easier—not until she realizes the anonymous stranger she's been writing to every week already has a name.
His.
He doesn't know he's writing to her, either.
By the time they find out, it's too late to stop what's already happening. Far too dangerous for anyone to find out.
In an empty studio, in the middle of a rainstorm, she asks him: 'Am I the kind of girl who kisses a boy engaged to my sister?'
He doesn't answer.
So she asks: 'What are we?’
He told her not to fall in love with one piece.
She fell anyway.
And he was never far behind.
Bloodright
Ashveil University is not what it looks like in the photographs. The students here carry something that shifts their eyes at the edges of anger. The northwest trees hold an attention that trees should not be able to hold. And the empty chair at the council table, the one nobody sits in, the one nobody explains, has been waiting three hundred years for one specific person to arrive.
Nobody told Adaline she was that person. They classified her as Dormant. A blank space in a file. Nothing.
She is the opposite of nothing.
Beneath the campus, three ancient entities are waking up. Every house in the pack world wants to control what runs in her blood. The boy sent to assess her has stopped being able to do his job. And the woman who has been three steps ahead of everyone since before Adaline was born is not a villain. She is a warning. She is what Adaline would have become if nobody had found her.
The suppression field holding everything together is failing. The clock is running. And the only way to stop what is coming requires Adaline to give up the thing she can least afford to lose.
She already knows her answer. She decided before anyone told her the full price.
