Chapter 1 - The Falling Stroller
The grand interior of the Upper East Side mansion glistened under warm golden light, rich wood-paneled walls framing the white doorway leading to a towering marble staircase.
Emily, a young woman in a blue maid uniform and white frilled apron, gasped loudly as she stood paralyzed near the threshold. The wheels of a small baby stroller slipped on the slick floor, rolling dangerously close to the edge of the stairs.
"Please... don't hurt my baby!" Emily cried out, her voice cracked with sheer panic.
Before the stroller could tip over, a tall, imposing man in a black velvet blazer and open black shirt moved with blinding speed. Dressed in gold accessories with dark ink creeping up his neck, the dreaded Mafia Boss caught eight-month-old Baby Ava just in time.
Instead of exploding in rage, a rare, warm smile softened his stern features. Dressed in her bright pink polka-dot onesie, Baby Ava giggled, reaching her tiny hands toward his face.
Emily stood frozen at the doorway, clutching her white apron, holding her breath in absolute terror.
The boss adjusted his hold, his gentle smile instantly vanishing as he felt the intense, burning heat radiating through the infant's clothing. His eyes turned into a cold, lethal gaze as he looked toward Emily.
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"Call my private doctor now," he commanded in a low, authoritative growl. "She stays here."
👉 What hidden document is tucked inside the baby's blanket that will change everything tonight?
