Slept with the mafia boss and got pregnant

Elena adjusted her simple black dress in the mirror, her heart racing with a mix of excitement and dread. She'd never attended a party like this-a masquerade hosted by the mysterious Dominic Santoro, a man whispered about in both elite and criminal circles. Her best friend had dared her to go, promising it would be an experience worth writing about for her blog.

As she entered the grand ballroom, the air buzzed with an intoxicating mix of luxury and danger. Men in sharp suits and women in glittering gowns moved gracefully beneath chandeliers dripping with crystals. Everyone wore masks, their identities concealed, adding an air of mystery to the evening.

Elena sipped champagne, her eyes scanning the room, when she felt someone's gaze. Turning, she locked eyes with a man in a sleek black mask. His presence was magnetic, his tailored suit emphasizing a commanding physique. Without a word, he extended a hand.

"I don't dance," she stammered, her cheeks flushing.

"But tonight, you will," he replied, his deep voice sending shivers down her spine.

The stranger led her to the dance floor, his hand firm but gentle on her waist. The world blurred as they moved in perfect rhythm. Elena felt her inhibitions fade, replaced by a growing desire she couldn't ignore.

Hours later, one thing led to another. Beneath the cover of moonlight and secrecy, they gave in to the electric pull between them.

The next morning, Elena woke alone, her head pounding with regret and confusion. The man was gone, leaving no trace of his identity. She whispered to herself, "Who was he?"