The Italian- Runaway Wife and Baby Cynthia Nero runs out on her billionaire husband, Alex Nero, hoping for a life cut off from deceit and heartache. Having a secret which is the child she conceived and knows Alex will stop at nothing to claim; Cynthia flees to Italy to find solace in her aunt's arms but finds solace ephemeral when tied to a man like Alex. Alex Nero is ruthless, driven, and dangerously handsome, and he always gets what he wants. When Cynthia disappears with their son, it sparks a full scale invasion of everything he has at his disposal in search of her. For Alex, this is no love thing. It's all business, family, legacy, and power. As Cynthia finds herself caught back in Alex's world again, she does not have to fight him alone as danger also lurks in the walls of his inner circle. Veronica, his manipulative ex- and Alvin, his scheming younger brother will not stop at nothing to get her out of their lives and own the Nero empire for themselves. In this world, power plays, betrayal and sizzling passion leads Cynthia into a choice of whether to deserve a place in Alex's life or risk losing it all including her son. Will love be strong enough to endure the obstacles set against it, or will the shadows dark and evil conquer it forever? It's a whole story of romance that goes beyond betrayal to redemption set in the midst of the very rich and very dangerous.
CYNTHIA'S POINT OF VIEW
I couldn't get my eyes off the toddler in my arms as he suckled on my bossom trying to throw his legs upwards, Distracting me from looking at the man seated on the other side of the couch.
He dominated the room with his presence, making it look as if it was a small room That man is my husband, Alex Nero.
"Hope you know you and my son are coming back with me to France right?" He suddenly asked, breaking the quietness between us.
Unlike him what he said was not a question it was an order and I knew it.
"I'm sorry but I don't want to go back with you".
"I'm sorry you don't have a choice Cynthia Denying me the right to see my son is enough atrocity committed by you, Please do not add to the list by defying my order," he said, with a frown on his face.
His words sank deep into me as I looked away in guilt, memories of while we were there, rushing back.
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While sitting on the water cistern I looked closely at the urine test strip in my hand I was two months pregnant for my husband Alex Nero.
Just two months ago I got married to France's most handsome and wealthiest man. On the wedding day I was graced to have had the wealthiest men in France in attendance, everybody got marveled at how the almighty Alex Nero would settle for a farmer's daughter.
Even I myself could not believe how Alex picked interest in me at first sight it happened in the bar where I worked. I had just resumed as a waitress and was asked to attend to him and his friend since my colleague who did the job was not feeling too well.
He was seated with one of the most beautiful ladies I had seen in my whole life; hence I was shocked and curious when, after their meal, he walked up to me behind the counter and handed me his card.
The rest is history, as we both got married two months later without proper courtship. All that mattered was the fact that I loved him, and he loved me too.
With a heavy sigh, I got up from the water cistern . I walked to the hand sink and washed my hands before walking out to the room.I'm going to wait till he returns back from work and then I will inform him about the pregnancy.
I was so impatient, as I sat on the Couch waiting to hear his car driving into the compound. I'm excited I did not wait in vain as he immediately drove into the compound I got up on my feet.
I immediately got to the window and opened the curtain just in time to see him stepping out of the car as the evening sun cast an orange glow on his masculine, handsome form. I got carried away as I fixed my eyes on his features.
He had a dark hair and a brown eyes Raven black hair, he wore a gray suit that looked very good on him. I still couldn't believe that this man was my husband.
I hurriedly turned from the window and walked to my dressing room I applied some makeup and sporadically sprayed perfume on the sensitive parts of my body, I took hold of a robe to cover my body, as the little gown I wore left little to the imagination.
Walking down the aisle to his study, my face turned a hue of color as I remembered the night he made love to me there. On the table, to be precise.
As I was about to open the study door, the sound of his voice in a call pulled me out and i was stopped in my tracks.
"All I need is a baby boy so he would inherit the father's property
I do not trust Alvin.
That was all I needed to hear as I retraced my footsteps back to my room. All he wanted was his baby?
I couldn't hold back my tears as I got into my room and slammed the door after me. Did he marry me only because he required an heir and not because he loved me? He required someone to bear him a son for some sort of inheritance?
Oh, how ridicule can men be? I'm just here to give birth I have no special place in his life? Was that the reason he has never told me he loved me?
These were the thoughts going through my mind at that moment I was so confused. What would become of me if the baby finally arrived? Would we still be together as usual? Was the baby the only leverage I had over him?
At that moment, I decided that I would not let him use me as a baby maker and then toss me aside after his expectations had been met. It was a good thing he was not aware of my pregnancy. I will leave for my aunt's place in Italy, where he would never have access to my baby.
With that thought in mind, I walked to the door and bolted it. I began to pack my bags and luggages for my escape journey I was breathing so heavily by the time I was done.
And then, I changed into a black hoodie and joggers, with sneakers. Looking out the window, I realized the sun was gradually retiring for the day. I will stall until it is late. Alex won't come to my room anytime soon, he would merely send a maid to call me down for dinner.
That gave me enough leverage to plan my escape. Immediately, it was evening, I took hold of my bag and snicked out of my room.
Stealthily, I walked down the Aisle looking behind my back to see if anyone was coming behind me. When I was sure that the coast was clear, I took the turn that led to the secret door that would lead me outside
I kept walking under the shadows of the night, careful not to get caught by the light. Soon, I was at the gate.oh! thank goodness, It seemed the heavens were supporting my cause because the gate man was nowhere to be found. I gently opened it and snuck out.
Out on the streets, I began to run. The rest was history as that marked my escape from France away from my husband, to Italy, were my grand aunt lives.
Nine months later I gave birth to Alex Nero's son, When my aunt asked me to inform the father of his birth I turned deaf ear. He was my son, and my only consolation.I won't watch my husband take him away from him.
The unimaginable had happened this morning. I had just finished bathing and feeding my son and I was about to go shopping since we were running low on foodstuffs.
Holdin him firmly in the baby carrier Strapping I walked towards the door with the grocery bag in hand. I opened the door, andgueas who was in front of me.
Alex was standing in front of the door, his face drawn in a frown. A soft scream of terror left my throat as I attempted to close the door, but he stopped the movement with his leg.
"Don't you dare, Cynthia," he said defiantly, and reluctantly, I let him into the room.
He looked arrogantly at his surrounding before sitting down on the couch.Our little scuffle had upset Jnr as he started crying.
I sat on the bed as I unstrapped the baby carrier and settled Jnr in my arms as I brought out my breast, and he immediately took the nipple in his mouth.
"You do realize that you and my son are coming back with me to France right?" He suddenly asked, breaking the quietness.
On her wedding day, Khloe’s sister connived with her groom, framing her for a crime she didn’t commit. She was sentenced to three years in prison, where she endured much suffering. When Khloe was finally released, her evil sister used their mother to coerce Khloe into an indecent liaison with an elderly man. As fate would have it, Khloe crossed paths with Henrik, the dashing yet ruthless mobster who sought to alter the course of her life. Despite Henrik’s cold exterior, he cherished Khloe like no other. He helped her take retribution from her tormentors and kept her from being bullied again.
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
My name is Katia, and I am just trying to survive until my fated mate arrives. Which may be easier said than done. Rejectection is the last straw. Whispering my acceptance of his rejection. I run through the pack house, out across the manicured lawn into the forest. "I'm sorry, my sweet girl," I say to my wolf. I'm sorry you have been stuck with me and have had to suffer everything I have. She whispers," it's not your fault, Katia. We came to a cliff with a waterfall. The hurt keeps pounding at me. I need it to stop. My sweet girl, and I just want peace, I keep running and leap off the cliff. Spreading my arms wide, with tears streaming down my face, I fall, not making a sound, waiting for sweet oblivion where we feel nothing ever again. "I love you, my sweet girl! Until we meet again, "My wolf replied just before we hit the water, "I love you too, Katia. I have never regretted a moment with you." The Snow Moon pack is having their last barbecue of the summer next to the waterfall on their land. The adults are laughing and joking while watching the pups play. The alpha, beta, and gamma are swimming with some of the older children and playing a game of Marco Polo. Someone yells, "Oh my goddess, someone just jumped over the waterfall!" Everyone is frozen as they watch what looks to be a child falling arms spread wide, no one makes a sound. The small body hits the water like a plane crashing into the side of a mountain. The alpha, beta, and gamma, spring into action, swimming towards the area the person went under. The alpha is screaming his wolf is going crazy repeating, "Find her. Find her...find her!" They dive and the beta surfaces with a small person in his arms. Alpha takes the girl from his beta, laying her on the ground. The men are shocked by what they see. She is covered in scars and injuries. Her body is twisted and broken. The Beta asks, "Who could have done this to someone so defenseless?" Alpha drops to his knees, repeating, "MATE...MATE...MATE!"
6 years ago, Lydia suffered a brutal betrayal orchestrated by her own husband and step-sister, who drugged her and framed her. In a twist of fate, she ended up having a one-night stand with a stranger. Don't even remember what he looked like. Later, in the throes of death, she discovered the truth about her mother's death all those years ago. In the blink of an eye, she lost everything. 6 years later, Lydia returned with her genius son, vowing to exact revenge on all her enemies! Little did she know, she encountered an incredibly familiar man at the airport! *** The man was briskly pushing open the door to the restroom, heading to the urinal. Even with such a mundane action, he did it with unparalleled elegance and grace. Lydia, following him in a daze, saw his fierce lower body and suddenly snapped back to reality. She let out a high-pitched scream, instinctively covering her eyes with her hands, her cheeks flushed, and stood there stiffly, unsure of what to do. Lambert furrowed his brows slightly but remained calm as he continued to relieve himself. The sound of water hitting the urinal made Lydia's face even redder. She angrily shouted, "You pervert!" Little did Lydia know that Lambert, seeing her in this state, had a flicker of recognition in his eyes. Memories from many years ago flashed through his mind, and his heart couldn't help but stir. It was her!
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In their three years of marriage, Chelsea had been a dutiful wife to Edmund. She used to think that her love and care would someday melt Edmund's cold heart, but she was wrong. Finally, she couldn't take the disappointment any longer and chose to end the marriage. Edmund had always thought that his wife was just boring and dull. So it was shocking when Chelsea suddenly threw divorce papers at his face in front of everyone at the Nelson Group's anniversary party. How humiliating! After that, everyone thought that the formerly-married couple would never see each other again, even Chelsea. Once again, she thought wrong. Sometime later, at an award ceremony, Chelsea went onstage to accept the award for best screenplay. Her ex-husband, Edmund, was the one presenting the award to her. As he handed her the trophy, he suddenly reached for her hand and pleaded humbly in front of the audience, "Chelsea, I'm sorry I didn't cherish you before. Could you please give me another chance?" Chelsea looked at him indifferently. "I'm sorry, Mr. Nelson. My only concern now is my business." Edmund's heart was shattered into a million pieces. "Chelsea, I really can't live without you." But his ex-wife just walked away. Wasn't it better for her to just concentrate on her career? Men would only distract her—especially her ex-husband.