Seven days before the wedding, I found out I was pregnant. Thrilled, I went to find my fiancé, billionaire CEO Marcello, only to discover that the man who'd been sleeping with me for the past year was his twin brother. His brother Carmine's laughter came from inside. "Marcello—what if I couldn't resist? What if I really slept with your little fiancée, pretending to be you? Think she'll break up with you if she finds out?" Marcello was coldly pouring a drink. He didn't even pause. "Why would I worry? Her father's a bottomless gambling pit. She needs me. Besides, you know who I actually want. I always use protection when I touch her. Just don't knock her up." That's when I knew. Marcello was never my savior. This was just a game to him. The one he wanted—it was always her. The proud, wealthy heiress, Valeria. I didn't cry. I didn't scream. I played my part. I was his perfect, obedient fiancée. But behind the scenes, I found a back-alley doctor. I scheduled the appointment. And I bought a one-way ticket out of the country. The day he found me on that clinic table, the great CEO lost his mind. He grabbed his own brother by the throat, his knuckles turning white. He roared, "Who the fuck told you to actually touch her?!"