The rain tapped gently against the tall windows of the mansion, filling the room with a soft rhythm that made Elena's heart ache with contentment. It had been two weeks since she discovered the truth — she was pregnant. The news had changed everything, especially Lorenzo. The feared man the world bowed to was now a man who refused to leave her side for even a second.
"Cancel all the meetings," Lorenzo ordered calmly, sitting at the edge of the bed while Elena watched him with sleepy eyes.
"But, sir, the investors from—" his assistant started, only for Lorenzo to cut him off with a look.
"I said cancel everything."
The assistant nodded and left, leaving them alone.
Elena smiled faintly. "You didn't have to do that. I'm fine."
He turned to her, his dark eyes softening. "You're not fine if I'm not with you. I don't trust anyone else to take care of you the way I can."
She laughed lightly. "Lorenzo, you sound like a husband from a fairytale."
He leaned closer, his lips brushing her forehead. "No, princess. Fairytales end. We don't."
That day, he wouldn't even let her lift a finger. When she tried to walk down the stairs, he was already there, one hand at her waist, the other ready to steady her every step. She rolled her eyes, but secretly, she loved it.
"Lorenzo, I'm pregnant, not made of glass," she teased as they reached the living room.
He smirked. "To me, you're more precious than glass. You're carrying my child — my heart inside of you. How can I not protect that?"
He led her to the dining table and made her sit down, then personally began serving her breakfast. Pancakes, fruit, freshly squeezed juice — he'd made it all himself.
Elena giggled watching him wear an apron. "The Mafia boss cooking? The world should see this."
"If anyone ever sees me like this," he said with mock seriousness, "I'll have to disappear them."
She laughed so hard her eyes watered.
Later, he carried her to the bathroom, ignoring her protests. "Lorenzo! I can walk."
"I know," he said, his voice a low whisper near her ear, "but I want to take care of you."
He turned on the warm water, steam filling the air. Gently, he undressed her and stepped in behind her. His touch was not the usual demanding one — it was careful, reverent. He washed her hair, massaging her scalp, tracing her shoulders with slow circles. Every gesture was filled with silent love.
Elena turned around to face him. "You're not supposed to be this gentle," she whispered.
"I'm supposed to be whatever you need me to be," he answered, kissing her softly.
After the bath, he dried her hair himself, wrapping her in one of his shirts instead of a robe. "You look better in my clothes," he murmured. She smiled and leaned into him, listening to the steady beat of his heart.
Days passed, and Lorenzo stayed glued to her. Every meeting was postponed, every phone call ignored. The staff began whispering about how the ruthless man had become completely under his woman's spell — but no one dared say it too loudly.
At night, she would wake up to find him still awake beside her, his hand resting protectively on her stomach.
"You're staring again," she'd mumble half-asleep.
"I'm memorizing you," he'd reply.
One particular night, at around two in the morning, Elena suddenly sat up.
"Lorenzo," she whispered.
He groaned, half asleep. "What's wrong, amore?"
"I want fish soup."
He opened one eye. "Now?"
"Yes. Right now. I can't stop thinking about it."
He blinked a few times, then chuckled quietly. "You're lucky I'd kill for you."
Within minutes, Lorenzo was out of bed, pulling on a black hoodie and his shoes.
"Where are you going?" she asked.
"To find a fish soup before my pregnant queen starts crying," he said, kissing her forehead before heading out.
Elena giggled softly as she watched him leave. She never imagined a day when the man feared across Europe would be sneaking through the city at 2 a.m. just to get her food.
He returned forty minutes later, his hair damp from the drizzle, holding a steaming bowl in his hands.
"Still warm," he said proudly.
She looked at him with teary eyes. "You actually went?"
"Of course I did." He sat beside her, spoon-feeding her slowly. "You wanted it. That's enough reason."
She held his hand halfway through and whispered, "I don't deserve you."
He brushed her tears away. "No, Elena. I don't deserve you. You taught me what love is. You gave me something no amount of power ever could — peace."
When she finished eating, she lay back against his chest, listening to the calm beat of his heart.
"Promise me something," she said quietly.
"Anything."
"Never change. Even when I'm mad, even when I cry, don't let me go."
He kissed her hair. "I'll never let you go. Not you, not our child. You two are my entire world."
The city lights shimmered faintly through the curtains as they drifted to sleep. For the first time, the man who once ruled with fear now lived with love — and the woman who had been sold as a possession now owned his heart completely.