Chapter 3 - The Contract's Final Hours
Just three hours before the grand dinner, Emma had been summoned to Julian Moretti's private study on the west wing of the estate. Julian—Vincent's ambitious uncle who had managed the family’s medical networks for over fifteen years—had laid a set of divorce papers in front of her.
"Vincent is terminating the contract six months early," Julian had lied smoothly, sliding a heavy golden fountain pen across his mahogany desk. "He has arranged a payment of five million dollars for your quiet departure to Europe. If you refuse to sign tonight, he will ensure your family’s floral distribution business goes bankrupt by morning."
Emma had sat in that cold study, her heart breaking into a thousand pieces. Over eighteen months of quiet living in the Moretti estate, she had fallen deeply, hopelessly in love with the stern, silent mafia leader who secretly brought her rare botanical seeds and protected her from his family’s cruel socialites.
She hadn't known she was pregnant. For weeks, her morning sickness had been dismissed by the estate’s private physician—appointed by Julian—as severe anxiety caused by the stress of her contract.
Unbeknownst to Julian, an independent lab technician who owed a personal debt to Emma's late father had secretly rerun Emma's routine bloodwork at a private hospital, bypassing the Moretti medical database entirely.
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The technician had personally delivered the sealed envelope to Vincent's chair just minutes before dinner commenced.
👉 Keep reading to watch Emma regain consciousness in the arms of the man who ruled the city.
