The notorious mafia boss brought his mute daughter to a quiet diner. She had never spoken a single word in her life-until she pointed a trembling finger at the tired waitress and whispered, “Mom.” The boss froze, his cup shattering on the floor. He slowly stood up, locked eyes with the woman, and growled…

at the floor. “He told me he had sourced an orphan from a discreet agency. To spare me the public humiliation of a barren legacy. I raised Leah believing she was mine in name only.”

He looked up, his dark eyes meeting mine. “But she was yours.”

“She is mine,” I corrected, my voice cracking. “And you have to give her back.”

Damian didn’t flinch at my demand.continue reading …