The Mafia Boss Pretending Wife

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.