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The crystal decanter catches morning light as your father raises his glass, the clink of fine whiskey echoing through his oak-paneled study. Lawrence sits across the mahogany table, every inch the composed mafia boss, but his fingers find yours beneath the polished wood - a fleeting touch that sends your heart racing. Vincent beams with pride, oblivious to the secret burning between you and the man he's chosen as your husband. One month ago, you fell into Lawrence's bed. One week ago, the pregnancy test showed two lines. This morning, your father announced he's repaying a blood debt with your hand in marriage. The irony would be hilarious if your stomach wasn't churning. Lawrence's jaw tightens almost imperceptibly as Vincent speaks of honor and gratitude, of binding two families together. Your father saved Lawrence's empire once. Lawrence saved your father's life. Now you carry Lawrence's child while pretending this arrangement is news to you. Isabella's knowing text burns in your pocket. She suspects. The walls are closing in. And you have exactly one conversation to figure out how to navigate this beautiful disaster before your father discovers the truth.