Inara_Me

*Dark Mafia Romance*
Pregnant. 
"I.." she blinked at the words that were blinding her. "I.."
"I? I? What, Evelyn?" Salvatore spat, making her flinch. "What is it that you want to say, say it loud and fucking clear!" 

She jumped on the spot and closed her eyes in fear. "I.." 

"What?!" His scream was powerful enough that Evelyn jumped on the spot and started to cry. Why was this happening to her? Why were these papers in front of her? 

"I don't know," she screamed back with rivers of tears flowing down her face. "I don't know what happened. I don't know what's happening!" 

Salvatore chuckled darkly and shook his head as he barked out at her, "You don't know what's going on? Fine, I will tell you what's going on. You are three months pregnant with the child of a man that you spent one night with." His voice lowered several octaves and deepened. He was controlling himself. 

The reality made her close her eyes and lower her head. 

The product of a one night stand was inside her womb. 

This reason alone was enough for her father to discard her had he been alive and he was her father but Salvatore was her husband. She opened her eyes and looked at him again. What was he going to do? 

****

Salvatore had never let the information out. No one knew that he had the same darkness inside him that his father carried in his veins. 

He had buried it successfully until she came along. 

Evelyn.

~Not for faint hearted.~

Chaos In The Darkness; Salvatores's Salvation

She wore a royal blue gown, sweetheart neckline and all along with a gifted piece of emerald necklace by her husband.

Somehow, with Salvatore she had developed a love for jewellery all of a sudden because he had gifted her one necklace.

But that one necklace was enough to get her hooked on something such as receiving presents from her husband.

The Gala was not thrown by her husband but another organisation where they were just guests. But everyone was looking at her, the forbidden Queen of the Allesandro organisation who had risen from the underground after a long time.

The most attention seeking part was that not only had she surfaced after three years, Evelyn looked dazzling. She did not look abused, or victimised in any way. Instead she looked like the Queen she was in the arms of her king.

"I will have to look at the numbers first," Salvatore replied, "why don't you email them to my assistant? We will see from there."

The Bianchi’s - II*