The Baby s Mother Need Love

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."