Mafia Baby Milk Mother

twenty-two, her life had already been filled with loss and grief, emotions that should have been foreign to someone so young. She

er husband, the man she had given everything to, had left her for another woman, just as she had discovered

nfines of the hospital. She had fought, she had prayed, but in the end, her son was taken from her. The

ving forward, even if it felt like every s

women nearby caught her attention. They spoke in hushed voices, but

f the women said. "His son was born premature and needs breast milk. I

intrigued her. The mafia. Power. Money. It was all so foreign to her, but she knew it was her only chance. She need

here can I find this man?" she asked, her voic

spoke. "You're serious? It's not just about feeding a ba

fraid. Not anymore. "I'm ser

o." It was a name that would soon come to haunt her, but for now, it w

n. But Arielle didn't care about his reputation or his dangerous lifestyle. She was only interested in wha

nd Damian Lupo. She would become the wet nurse for his son, and through that, she would s

ve

the most, and Arielle couldn't forget. She would find a way to use her connecti

in the glass. She wasn't just a woman lost in grief anymore. She was

uld change everything. Little did she know, Dami