The Mafia Lord's Secret Lover

EvelynWalterswastheperfectheiress,untilonerecklessnightwithherfather’sgreatestenemyruinedeverything.Pregnant,disgraced,andcastoutoftheWaltersfamily,sheleftwithnothingbutherunbornchild.Yearslater,she'ssurvived.Butasasinglemother,thelifeshebuiltwasfragileuntilthemanfromherpastdiscoveredthetruth.Nowhewantsherandhisson.ButhowcanEvelyntrustthefatherofherchild...whenhe'salsotheenemyofthemanwhoraisedher?Excerpt:“B-Boss...thewomanyousleptwiththatnight...shewasn'tthesupermodelthecompanyjustsigned,”Dylanstammered,hisvoicetrembling.Axel'sbrowfurrowedevenfurther.Hetrieddiggingthroughthehazy,alcohol-soakedmemoriesofthatnight.Ofcourse,herememberedtheparty.Herememberedthewhiskey.Butthewoman?Nope.Hisbrainservedupablankslate.“Whowasshe?”Dylanswallowed.“ThefirstdaughterofWilliamWalters.”“Cough!Cough!”Axelcoughedviolently,hisfaceturningredandeyeswidewithshock.Heneverthoughtthatwomanwouldendupinhisbed.---Curiositywon,asalways.Evelyngrabbedtheremoteandhitthepowerbutton.Thescreenlitup,andherjawdropped.Hereyeswentwide,asiftheGrimReaperhimselfhadjuststeppedoutoftheTVtoaskforherphonenumber.“Whatthe…?WhydoesmypersonalsourceofmiserypopupthesecondIturnthisthingon?”Becausetherehewas,AxelKnight,glidingoutofhisluxurycarlikesomecorporatedeityonhiswaytoabusinessbanquet.Evelynscrambledfortheremotetoturnitoff,butofcourse,fatehadotherplans.Axelturnedtothecameraandgaveacasualwave,acknowledgingthepaparazzivultureslinedupoutside.Shehatedtoadmitit,butthemanlookedsinfullygoodinhissignatureblacksuitandhighturtleneck,hissleekblackhairframingafacethatcouldstoptrafficandquitepossiblyherbreathing.Then,suddenly,herstomachclenched.Herhandinstinctivelyrubbedherflatbelly.“Littletenant,didyoujustsayyourecognizehim?”