Gina POV
Gina started at the white and blue plastic stick on the bathroom counter, her nails impatiently tapping against the marble sink. How long could five minutes take?
She wrapped her silk robe tighter around her and stared at her reflection in the mirror. She raked her fingers through her long brown hair. She looked calm and collected on the outside, but inside, she was a bundle of nerves.
Her plan had to work.
She had to be pregnant. She’d timed it perfectly. She’d done those stupid ovulation tests to make sure she was ovulating. She had to be carrying Alessandro’s baby—she just had to. She’d poked holes in all of his condoms—and even gone to the lengths of sleeping with Domenico—without protection.
If she carried Alessandro’s child, she’d have a permanent hold over him—over
