The Don's Secret Wife: Too Late to Claim Us
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My husband doesn't love me. He cares even less for the boy who carries his blood.
On the day I gave birth to his heir, Rhys Calloway didn't even glance at the bassinet. The ruthless Don of the Calloway Syndicate simply had a soldier place the child in my arms before walking out, eager to return to the violence of his empire.
But tonight, the ice finally broke. His former fiancée—the woman he had actually intended to crown—was returning from Europe.
Rhys came home reeking of aged bourbon, his dark eyes glassy with a terrifying euphoria. For the very first time, he actually scooped our son into his arms, a rare, chilling laugh vibrating in his chest.
Startled, Leo clung to the broad shoulders of the man he was forbidden to claim as a father.
He looked down at me, his voice a terrified whisper in the cavernous foyer.
"Mama, what's wrong with him? Why is Sir acting like this?"
I knelt, gently pulling my son from Rhys's slackening grip.
"The woman he truly loves is coming home, baby," I whispered, fighting the sting of tears. "Which means our time here is up. We have to pack."
On the day I gave birth to his heir, Rhys Calloway didn't even glance at the bassinet. The ruthless Don of the Calloway Syndicate simply had a soldier place the child in my arms before walking out, eager to return to the violence of his empire.
But tonight, the ice finally broke. His former fiancée—the woman he had actually intended to crown—was returning from Europe.
Rhys came home reeking of aged bourbon, his dark eyes glassy with a terrifying euphoria. For the very first time, he actually scooped our son into his arms, a rare, chilling laugh vibrating in his chest.
Startled, Leo clung to the broad shoulders of the man he was forbidden to claim as a father.
He looked down at me, his voice a terrified whisper in the cavernous foyer.
"Mama, what's wrong with him? Why is Sir acting like this?"
I knelt, gently pulling my son from Rhys's slackening grip.
"The woman he truly loves is coming home, baby," I whispered, fighting the sting of tears. "Which means our time here is up. We have to pack."


















































