The Mafia Prince's Hidden Baby

The Mafia Prince's Hidden Baby

Alexander Scott

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The Mafia Prince's Hidden Baby A Secret. A War. A Love That Refuses to Die. Five years ago, Aria Russo made the hardest choice of her life-disappearing with the Mafia Prince's unborn child to protect them both from a world of blood and betrayal. She never expected Lorenzo Valentini, the cold and ruthless heir to New York's most feared crime family, to find her again. But secrets never stay buried in the Mafia. When a failed assassination attempt pulls Aria back into Lorenzo's dangerous orbit, the truth is revealed: the Valentini heir has a son. A hidden prince. Now, with enemies closing in and old betrayals igniting a deadly war, Lorenzo will stop at nothing to protect the family he never knew he had. But as passion reignites and long-buried emotions rise to the surface, the lines between love and power blur. Can Aria survive the ruthless world she tried to escape? "She hid his child to save them. Now, he'll burn the world to protect them." Will Lorenzo choose vengeance-or the future only Aria and their son can give him? In a world ruled by loyalty and blood, love might be the most dangerous weapon of all.

Chapter 1 Prologue

One Night, A Lifetime Secret

The rain pounded against the glass windows of the luxury suite. Inside, under the dim glow of the chandelier, Aria Blake sat nervously at the edge of the king-sized bed, her hands trembling as she clutched her purse. She never thought a desperate night would lead her here-to the heart of the Valentini Mafia Empire.

"You're late," a deep, cold voice rumbled.

She looked up, her breath catching as Lorenzo Valentini stepped out of the shadows. Tall, broad-shouldered, his icy blue eyes pinned her in place like a predator eyeing his prey. The infamous Mafia Prince, known for his ruthlessness and charm, yet tonight, his expression was unreadable.

I'm here to pay off my brother's debt," she stammered.

Lorenzo's lips curved into a smirk that didn't reach his eyes. "I don't deal with money when it comes to betrayal. But I might consider... other forms of payment."

Aria's stomach twisted. She knew exactly what that meant. Yet, for her family, she was ready to sacrifice everything.

That night, innocence met darkness.

But neither of them knew that their fleeting encounter would create a bond that not even death could sever.

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