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Chapter 51: Sick in the head
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"Feeling alright?" Vincenzo inquired softly as we paused by the entrance to the dining area. I mustered a faint smile, nodding in response. "Yeah, j-just a bit worn out." The truth was, ever since becoming pregnant, I'd noticed a shift in my energy levels and sensitivity. I didn’t want him to worry and cause a chaos over such a trivial stuff so I didn’t tell him that. "Let's grab a seat," I urged, feeling the weight of curious gazes from his family members. We made our way to the lengthy dining table, where his relatives were already seated. As we took our seats, the atmosphere in the room seemed to tense up a notch. I could feel the weight of their scrutiny, each pair of eyes assessing us with varying degrees of curiosity and judgment. For some reason, my heart began to thump fast. It wasn’t the first time I'd met them, nor was it the first introduction, but I felt unusually anxious. Perhaps it was because I felt out of place, like I didn't belong among such sophistication. “Vinc
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As the pain in my stomach intensified, I clung tightly to Vincenzo, tears streaming down my cheeks as waves of stress and anxiety washed over me. My mind raced with a thousand possibilities, each more terrifying than the last. What if I lose my child? The thought echoed through my mind, sending shivers down my spine. The fear of the unknown gripped me tightly, threatening to suffocate me with its overwhelming presence. Ever since I was young, all I ever wanted was a family of my own—a family that I could build with my own hands and heart. I dreamed of carrying a child of my own, nurturing them, and watching them grow into someone I could proudly call family. But as the moments slip by, that dream feels farther and farther out of reach. “N-No… please, Enzo…” I whispered through tears, my voice trembling with fear. “My b-baby…” “Hush, we'll be fine,” he said, his voice soft and reassuring, but I could hear the undercurrent of worry that mirrored my own. Despite his attempt to comfort
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Later that day, I realized the severe ache stemmed from the stress and anxiety I'd been under. It was a wake-up call to prioritize self-care and manage my emotions for the sake of my health and our baby's well-being. I was seriously stressing after Vincenzo dropped that bomb about his family's tradition. The whole idea just hit me like a ton of bricks. I mean, seriously, the last thing I want is for my kid to go through the same sufferings he did. It's like, why would anyone even think that's an okay way to raise a child? It's not just messed up; it's downright torture in my book. Like, who wants to grow up all emotionless and icy, without a drop of love or attention? That's just too harsh, man. Even though I've come to terms with the inevitable reality of stepping up as the next head of the Romanov mafia, the idea of some innocent kid having to endure all that suffering solo just to keep the family business running for generations? No way. I'm putting my foot down on that one. And I
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As Vincenzo held my hand, we stepped into the new house he had bought for us. It wasn't as grand as his mansion, but it was spacious enough to accommodate us and some of hispeople. Given the constant threats to our safety, having extra security was a necessity. Yet, despite the need for heightened protection, I couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort in our new home. This house felt different, more intimate than the mansion. It was a place where we could truly make our own, away from the shadows of Vincenzo's family business. I could sense the effort Vincenzo had put into selecting this house, fitting it to my preferences, and I couldn't help but appreciate his gesture. Sure, it may not be as extravagant as what I was accustomed to, but it felt like home in a way that the mansion never did. Here, amidst the warmth of Vincenzo's embrace and the promise of a fresh start, I knew that we could build a future together, one where we could finally be free from the chains of our past. And fo
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As the pain in my stomach intensified, I clung tightly to Vincenzo, tears streaming down my cheeks as waves of stress and anxiety washed over me. My mind raced with a thousand possibilities, each more terrifying than the last.What if I lose my child? The thought echoed through my mind, sending shivers down my spine. The fear of the unknown gripped me tightly, threatening to suffocate me with its overwhelming presence.Ever since I was young, all I ever wanted was a family of my own—a family that I could build with my own hands and heart. I dreamed of carrying a child of my own, nurturing them, and watching them grow into someone I could proudly call family. But as the moments slip by, that dream feels farther and farther out of reach.“N-No… please, Enzo…” I whispered through tears, my voice trembling with fear. “My b-baby…”“Hush, we'll be fine,” he said, his voice soft and reassuring, but I could hear the undercurrent of worry that mirrored my own. Despite his attempt to comfort me
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Later that day, I realized the severe ache stemmed from the stress and anxiety I'd been under. It was a wake-up call to prioritize self-care and manage my emotions for the sake of my health and our baby's well-being. I was seriously stressing after Vincenzo dropped that bomb about his family's tradition. The whole idea just hit me like a ton of bricks. I mean, seriously, the last thing I want is for my kid to go through the same sufferings he did. It's like, why would anyone even think that's an okay way to raise a child? It's not just messed up; it's downright torture in my book. Like, who wants to grow up all emotionless and icy, without a drop of love or attention? That's just too harsh, man.Even though I've come to terms with the inevitable reality of stepping up as the next head of the Romanov mafia, the idea of some innocent kid having to endure all that suffering solo just to keep the family business running for generations? No way. I'm putting my foot down on that one. And I
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As Vincenzo held my hand, we stepped into the new house he had bought for us. It wasn't as grand as his mansion, but it was spacious enough to accommodate us and some of hispeople. Given the constant threats to our safety, having extra security was a necessity. Yet, despite the need for heightened protection, I couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort in our new home. This house felt different, more intimate than the mansion. It was a place where we could truly make our own, away from the shadows of Vincenzo's family business. I could sense the effort Vincenzo had put into selecting this house, fitting it to my preferences, and I couldn't help but appreciate his gesture. Sure, it may not be as extravagant as what I was accustomed to, but it felt like home in a way that the mansion never did. Here, amidst the warmth of Vincenzo's embrace and the promise of a fresh start, I knew that we could build a future together, one where we could finally be free from the chains of our past. And f
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As the pain in my stomach intensified, I clung tightly to Vincenzo, tears streaming down my cheeks as waves of stress and anxiety washed over me. My mind raced with a thousand possibilities, each more terrifying than the last. What if I lose my child? The thought echoed through my mind, sending shivers down my spine. The fear of the unknown gripped me tightly, threatening to suffocate me with its overwhelming presence. Ever since I was young, all I ever wanted was a family of my own—a family that I could build with my own hands and heart. I dreamed of carrying a child of my own, nurturing them, and watching them grow into someone I could proudly call family. But as the moments slip by, that dream feels farther and farther out of reach. “N-No… please, Enzo…” I whispered through tears, my voice trembling with fear. “My b-baby…” “Hush, we'll be fine,” he said, his voice soft and reassuring, but I could hear the undercurrent of worry that mirrored my own. Despite his attempt to comfor
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