My Baby's Father Is A Mafia Boss

"Congratulations, Miss Neroni. You're pregnant."

Renata froze at her spot, her breath caught in her throat as those words fell from the doctor's mouth.

"What? There must be a mistake with the filing. How can I be pregnant?" She panicked. "I-I can't be. I'm not even married."

The doctor offered a polite smile to her. "The tests are positive. You are three weeks along, and you are the only Renata Neroni on our charts. The HCG levels don't lie." He slid the folder across the mahogany desk. "I suggest you inform the father. We'll need to see you back at the clinic next month for a formal ultrasound."

Renata's fingers trembled as she gripped the report. She stumbled out of the cabin, her mind filled with impossible questions. She had a one-night stand with a man after drowning herself into the alcohol that night.

'Why didn't he wear the protection? How am I going to–' her thoughts abruptly stopped upon seeing a shadow fall over her. Before she could react, the report was ripped from her grasp.

"Natasha!" Renata gasped, her heart leaping into her throat.

Her stepsister stood there with a smile playing on her lips. Without a word of greeting, Natasha flipped the pages open, her eyes scanning the results with wicked delight.

"My, my. Pregnant?" Natasha's voice was a low, dangerous purr that carried across the waiting room. "Our father is going to disown you before the sun sets, little sister. You've dragged the Neroni name through the mud."

"Give that back," Renata hissed. She lunged for the paper, but Natasha stepped back gracefully, holding it high like a trophy.

"Oh, I'll give it back," Natasha mocked, her eyes glinting with malice. "Right after I show it to the our father, Renata"

Before Renata could bridge the gap between them, Natasha dashed through the hospital lobby.

Renata ran after her, but two of the family's towering bodyguards stepped into her path. They hauled her toward the waiting black sedan and shoved her into the backseat, locking the doors just as Natasha's car drove ahead of them.

The drive back to the Neroni Estate. When the car screeched to a halt on the porch, the guards dragged Renata out of the car.

"Father! Look at what your prideful daughter has been hiding!" Natasha's voice echoed through the vaulted living room the moment she crossed the threshold.

Paolo Neroni stopped mid-conversation with his wife, Luisa. He turned, his brow furrowing as his eyes shifted from Natasha's triumphant expression to the guards forcibly holding Renata.

"Natasha, what is the meaning of this scene?"

"What happened, darling?" Luisa walked toward her daughter. She took the crumpled report from Natasha's outstretched hand, her eyes scanning the text.

"This... this can't be. Renata, you're pregnant?" Her face went pale.

"What?" Paolo's voice was a low rumble. He snatched the document from his wife, his grip so tight the paper threatened to tear. His gaze snapped to Renata, burning with fury and disbelief.

"Who is the father? You are unwed, a Neroni! Have you no dignity and no shame left for the blood in your veins?"

Luisa stepped closer to her husband, her sneer deepening as she watched her stepdaughter tremble. "I warned you, honey. I told you Renata was nothing but a stain on this family's reputation. The day she accused Natasha of adultery, I knew she's brewing something in her head."

"Why the fuck are you quiet?" Paolo's voice thundered through the living room this time as he marched to Renata. "Tell me, what is this?"

"Dad, please listen to me," Renata's eyes brimmed with tears.

"I'm listening. Tell me, this isn't true," Paolo said, his eyes fixating on her daughter.

"Dad, I-I don't... I don't..."

A sharp slap stung across Renata's face, making her stumble and vision go blurry. She almost stopped breathing as her entire body shook.

"Who is the father of this child?" Paolo questioned in a much louder voice this time.

"She doesn't even know who it is, Dad. She was all alone at the hospital. I bet it was some pathetic one-night stand with a nobody," Natasha remarked with mock pity.

Paolo's face contorted with pure rage. "You're aborting this child. Either you live, or this mistake dies!"

"Honey, I have a much better idea," Luisa intervened as she stepped toward her husband. "Why not marry her off to Giovanni? He's been obsessed with Renata since the day she graduated. Think of the empire, Paolo. A union with him would make our business flourish overnight. He's already offered to invest millions."

"I won't marry that old man!" Renata cried, her voice trembling. "Please, Dad, don't do this. I'll leave. I'll go far away and never-"

"So you can drag the Neroni name through the mud even more?" Luisa cut her off sharply. "You'll get rid of the brat and you'll marry Giovanni!"

"Then marry your own daughter to him!" Renata snapped defiantly. "He's my father's age!"

The words had barely left her lips when Luisa's hand lashed out, the second slap stinging Renata's other cheek. Before she could recover, Luisa gripped her hair, yanking her head back.

"Your tongue is far too sharp for your own good. If you weren't a Neroni by blood, we would have discarded you like trash years ago."

Renata ignored the pain, her blurred vision searching for her father. "If my mother were still alive, she would never have let this happen to me, Dad."

"Don't you dare speak that whore's name in this house!" Luisa hissed into her ear. "Your mother betrayed Paolo's trust. That's why she's dead."

"Dad, please... my life will be over if you force me to marry that man," Renata sobbed, the tears finally streaming down her bruised cheeks.

Paolo didn't even look at her. His heart had turned to stone. "You're marrying Giovanni. You already ruined your life the moment you let an unknown man touch you. A disgrace like you can't be set free to cause more scandals. Luisa, call the doctor. Have the procedure done immediately. I'm going to call Giovanni to finalize the arrangements."

Without another glance at his broken daughter, Paolo turned and stormed out of the living room.

Renata fell to the floor helplessly. One mistake ruined her entire life. And Natasha and Luisa were enjoying her downfall.

"I won't marry," she murmured.

"I have spoken to Giovanni. He is ready to marry Renata," Paolo announced as he stepped back into the living room.

The decision was already made, one that required no one else's approval. There was no hesitation in his tone, no trace of concern for the daughter whose fate he had just sealed.

Luisa let out a quiet scoff, folding her arms across her chest as she looked down at Renata with open disdain.

"Your daughter has completely lost her senses," she said coldly, her lips curling with faint disgust.

Renata was still on the floor, exactly where they had left her. Her hair hung loose around her face, partially hiding her tear-stained cheeks.

Her hands rested limply at her sides, but she refused to surrender. The pain in her chest was unbearable, yet something inside her refused to break completely.

"I won't abort the child."

Her voice was sharp enough. It startled everyone, including herself.

Slowly, she lifted her head and looked directly at her father. Her eyes were swollen from crying, but they held a desperate determination. She pushed herself up from the floor, her legs trembling beneath her weight.

"You've already decided to marry me off to that old man," she said, her voice trembling but firm.

"You've already taken my freedom. Fine. Do whatever you want with my life. But let me keep my baby." Her hands instinctively moved to her stomach, clutching it protectively as if shielding the life inside her from their cruelty. "I'm begging you, Dad. This is the last thing you can do for me as your daughter. If you take this away from me too... I swear I will kill myself."

Natasha rolled her eyes, clearly unimpressed by Renata's desperation.

"Why are you so eager to keep the child of a man you don't even know?" she muttered, her voice filled with cold judgment. She turned to Paolo and added, "Don't listen to her emotional drama, Dad. Uncle Giovanni will feel betrayed if he finds out she's carrying another man's child."

Paolo's expression hardened even further, whatever little humanity remained in his eyes now completely extinguished. "You cannot keep this child," he said firmly. "And if you are so determined to die, then do it after you are married to Giovanni. At least that way, you will have fulfilled your duty to this family."

His voice rose with anger as he continued, "Have you not disgraced me enough already? If people learn that my unmarried daughter became pregnant from some meaningless encounter with an unknown man, how do you expect me to face society? How do you expect me to carry my name with dignity?"

Renata stared at him in disbelief. At that moment, she realized that her father cared more about his reputation than her life.

Paolo turned his head slightly toward the guards standing nearby. "Lock her in the empty room," he ordered, "and keep a close watch on her."

The guards immediately stepped forward.

Panic surged through Renata's body like wildfire. Her survival instincts took over before her mind could catch up. She turned and ran toward the hallway, her bare feet slamming against the cold floor as her heart pounded violently in her chest. She didn't know where she would go. She only knew she had to escape.

She barely made it a few steps before strong hands grabbed her arms and pulled her back with brutal force.

"No!" she screamed, struggling violently against their grip. She twisted her body, kicked, and fought with whatever strength she had left, but they were far stronger than her. "Please, don't do this to me! Let me go!"

She looked toward her father one last time, hoping and praying that he would stop them.

But Paolo did not move.

He did not speak and did not even look at her.

And in that moment, Renata realized she was completely alone. She was aware that her father stopped caring for her after he married Luisa, but she never expected him to treat her like this.

"Paolo, won't you inform Giovanni?" Luisa asked as she walked toward him. She already knew the answer would favor her plans. Her eyes watched him closely, ensuring he would not falter now when everything was finally falling into place.

Before Paolo could respond, his assistant hurried into the room, holding out a ringing phone with both hands. "Sir, it's Mr. Giovanni," he said respectfully.

Paolo immediately took the phone, pressing it to his ear. "Giovanni," he greeted. But within seconds, his brows furrowed deeply, and his eyes widened in visible shock.

"What?" he exclaimed, his voice rising. "You want to get married this evening?"

On the other side of the call, Giovanni's voice carried unsettling eagerness. "Yes. Now that I've moved forward with the investment in your company, I see no reason to delay. I want Renata to become my wife as soon as possible. Everything has already been arranged. I've even sent the wedding dress to her."

Paolo fell silent for a brief moment. His mind calculated quickly, measuring profit against hesitation. The investment alone was enough to erase any doubts. Renata was no longer his daughter in this moment, she was a transaction, a bridge to secure his empire.

"Alright," Paolo said firmly. "Renata will marry you this evening."

The call ended shortly after.

Luisa stepped closer, her curiosity barely concealed behind her composed expression. "What did he say?"

Paolo lowered the phone slowly and looked at her. "He wants to marry Renata this evening."

For a split second, even Luisa seemed surprised by the urgency, but the shock quickly faded, and was replaced by satisfaction.

"And the abortion?" she asked calmly.

Paolo waved his hand dismissively. "We'll schedule it for another date. Right now, the wedding is the priority. Make sure Renata looks presentable. She must look beautiful. I'm leaving everything in your hands, Luisa. This wedding must happen without any complications."

Luisa's lips curved into a faint, confident smile. "Don't worry. Natasha and I will make Renata understand her place."

Her eyes shifted toward her daughter, silently signaling her.

Natasha had already begun walking down the hallway. She stopped in front of the locked room and nodded at the guards.

"Open it," she ordered.

The guards obeyed immediately, unlocking the door and stepping aside.

The moment the door opened, Renata saw her chance.

She rushed forward instinctively, desperate to escape, but Natasha was faster. She grabbed Renata's arms tightly, her nails digging into her skin as she held her in place.

"My dear sister," Natasha said mockingly, her lips curling into a cruel smile. "You should be happy. Giovanni is eager to marry you. By this evening, you'll officially become his wife."

Renata struggled against her grip. "Natasha, how can you be so heartless?" she said through clenched teeth. "How can you wish something like this upon another woman?"

Natasha leaned closer. "Because I cannot stand you." Her grip tightened more on her arms. "This is what happens when you try to ruin me. When you accuse me for snatching your boyfriend that day. You forgot your place and made Dad slap me."

She shoved Renata backward with force, causing her to stumble.

"I hope you suffer in this marriage," Natasha continued. "And you will. That old man will destroy you completely. And I will watch it happen."

Renata's body trembled as she struggled to steady herself.

'Please, God,' she prayed silently. 'Please save me. Please don't let this happen.'

In the evening, Renata was taken to the church where the wedding was to take place. The space was filled with people- her father's associates, wealthy businessmen, social elites, and those who had gathered not out of love, but out of obligation and curiosity.

Her hands trembled at her sides as the music began to play, signaling her walk toward a future she did not choose.

Each step she took down the aisle felt forced as though her own body was betraying her. Her heart pounded violently in her chest, and her breathing grew shallow. She could feel the weight of countless eyes on her, judging her, watching her, witnessing her surrender. She lowered her gaze briefly, her lips moving in silent prayer.

'Please... Give me a way out. Please save me from this.'

Her vision blurred as tears gathered in her eyes, but she forced herself to keep walking. She had nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide.

As she finally lifted her head, her eyes fell upon the man waiting for her at the altar.

The old man, Giovanni.

Even through the thin veil, she could see the smile stretching across his face, which was full of lust.

When his tongue briefly passed over his lips, disgust washed over her. Her fingers curled tightly into fists beneath the folds of her dress as her body resisted the urge to step back.

Her steps faltered as she reached the altar. The distance between her and Giovanni was no more than a few inches now. Her body refused to move further.

Paolo noticed immediately and without hesitation, he placed his hand firmly against her back and shoved her forward.

The sudden force sent her stumbling a step closer to Giovanni. A quiet gasp escaped her lips as she struggled to steady herself, her hands instinctively clutching the sides of her dress.

"Dad... please," Renata whispered, her voice trembling as she turned her head slightly to look at him through the thin veil.

But Paolo had already turned his back on her as if his duty had been fulfilled. As if she were no longer his responsibility.

"You look breathtaking, Renata," Giovanni said. His eyes roamed over her face, her body, with shameless hunger. He reached out to grab her wrist.

But Renata immediately stepped back from him, practically protecting herself from his touch.

Whispers began to ripple through the hall. Guests leaned toward one another, exchanging curious glances and hushed murmurs.

Paolo's eyes hardened as he watched from a distance.

Giovanni's expression darkened slightly, displeased by her resistance.

"I've paid your father a great deal of money," he hissed in fury. "Do not embarrass me."

Renata knew at that moment only she could save herself. "No, I-I don't want to marry you. You're old enough to be my father and I am pregnant!"

The moment she uttered those words Giovanni's head snapped toward Paolo. Unable to control his rage, he stepped forward and held Renata's wrist.

"Ahh, let me go!!!" Renata's scream reverberated in the hall. "Someone, please help me!" She begged with pleading eyes, looking at the eyes in the hall but no one stepped forward because of Giovanni's terror.

"Start the vows!" Giovanni bellowed at the priest, who nodded in fear.

And just then, a violent gunshot echoed in the hall, bringing everyone's eyes to the door.

There stood a man, whom Renata recognized.

The father of her baby!

Domenico walked down the aisle. Though he looked calm, his eyes held something far more dangerous than anger. They held a gaze of wanting blood. He did not look at anyone else in the room. His gaze was fixed only on Renata, the woman who was carrying his baby.

Giovanni's face twisted with fury as he realized this stranger had no intention of stopping. "Stop him!" he shouted at his guards. "What are you waiting for? Stop him!"

But his men hesitated. Something about the man approaching them made even armed guards uncertain.

Before anyone could react properly, Domenico had already reached the altar. In one swift motion, he raised his gun and pressed the cold barrel firmly against Giovanni's forehead, making him freeze instantly. The confidence he had worn so proudly only moments ago began to crumble.

"Let her go," Domenico said. "Or I will empty this gun into your head."

Despite the calm in his voice, the threat in it couldn't be ignored.

Giovanni's grip on Renata tightened for a moment, his pride refusing to surrender so easily. "Who the hell are you?" he snapped, trying to sound fearless despite the weapon pointed at him. "She is mine. I am supposed to marry her. Guards, throw this man out!"

One of the guards gathered his courage and rushed forward, attempting to obey the order.

The sound of the gunshot came instantly. The guard collapsed to the ground, lifeless, before he could take another step.

Screams filled the hall. Guests stumbled backward, women cried out in terror, and men lowered their heads, afraid to even breathe too loudly. Panic spread quickly, but no one dared move toward the exit.

Within seconds, heavy footsteps sounded behind them as more men entered the church. They moved quickly and shut the large doors, sealing the hall completely. The message was clear. No one was leaving without Domenico's permission.

Domenico did not move the gun from Giovanni's head.

"I am Domenico Veronesi," he said.