Until one day, Arielle heard that a man was searching for a wet nurse for his son. The baby had to be breastfed, as he was born prematurely and was highly vulnerable to formula milk. Eventually, Arielle volunteered to become the wet nurse for the baby boy. Not without reason. Arielle knew that the baby's father was the head of a notorious underground organization with vast power. She wanted to seek protection, and more than that, she hoped to strike a deal that would help her take revenge on her ex-husband who had ruined her life. Would Arielle succeed in her plan? Or would she get caught up in a more complicated web, losing focus on her original goal? Arielle was a woman who, at only 22 years old, had already experienced a life full of misfortune. She was a widow and had just lost her newborn child, leaving her in solitude and despair.
Chapter 1 A Chance Encounter
Arielle sat by the window, her gaze distant, lost in thought. The heavy rain outside matched the turmoil inside her heart. At just twenty-two, her life had already been filled with loss and grief, emotions that should have been foreign to someone so young. She had once believed in love and happiness, but now, all that remained were the fragments of dreams shattered by betrayal and death.
Her marriage, a union that was supposed to be filled with love and companionship, had ended in heartbreak. Her husband, the man she had given everything to, had left her for another woman, just as she had discovered she was pregnant. She thought, maybe this time, things would be different. But the universe had other plans.
The birth of her son had been a nightmare. A premature baby, too weak to survive outside the sterile confines of the hospital. She had fought, she had prayed, but in the end, her son was taken from her. The pain of losing him was unbearable, and even now, the emptiness felt like a constant weight on her chest.
But she had to survive. She had to keep moving forward, even if it felt like every step was dragging her deeper into darkness.
One day, while she was at a local café, a conversation between two women nearby caught her attention. They spoke in hushed voices, but the words were sharp enough to pierce through the noise of the café.
"I heard the mafia boss is looking for a wet nurse for his son," one of the women said. "His son was born premature and needs breast milk. I've heard he's willing to pay a fortune for someone who can help him."
Arielle's ears perked up. A wet nurse? The idea lingered in her mind. It was a strange offer, but something about it intrigued her. The mafia. Power. Money. It was all so foreign to her, but she knew it was her only chance. She needed protection, and what better way to gain that than by attaching herself to one of the most powerful men in the city?
Without thinking, she approached the women. "Where can I find this man?" she asked, her voice steady despite the nerves swirling inside her.
The two women exchanged a curious look before one of them spoke. "You're serious? It's not just about feeding a baby, you know. The mafia... they don't play by the rules."
Arielle nodded. She wasn't afraid. Not anymore. "I'm serious. Where can I find him?"
The woman hesitated for a moment before giving her a name: "Damian Lupo." It was a name that would soon come to haunt her, but for now, it was just a glimmer of hope-a sliver of a plan she wasn't sure would work.
Damian Lupo. The head of the Lupo mafia. A man who controlled the city's underworld with ruthless precision. But Arielle didn't care about his reputation or his dangerous lifestyle. She was only interested in what he could offer: power, protection, and most importantly, a chance for her to rebuild what had been lost.
That night, as the rain continued to pour outside, Arielle made up her mind. She would find Damian Lupo. She would become the wet nurse for his son, and through that, she would secure her future. But more than that, she had another, darker reason for seeking him out.
Revenge.
Her ex-husband had destroyed her life. He had betrayed her when she needed him the most, and Arielle couldn't forget. She would find a way to use her connection with Damian to get back at him. She would make him pay for what he had done.
Arielle's hands clenched into fists as she stared at her reflection in the glass. She wasn't just a woman lost in grief anymore. She was a woman with a plan, a woman ready to take control of her own fate.
The next day, she set out to meet the man who could change everything. Little did she know, Damian Lupo was no ordinary man. And neither was she.
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