Pregnant For The Mafia Boss

CHAPTER THREE

Daisy’s POV

“My Daisy flower, you’re glowing up!” My mum beamed, holding my face in both hands as if I were an overpriced porcelain doll. “I always knew you’d end up with someone from a good family.” She added with an extra smile.

“Yeah,” I said, forcing a smile to match her enthusiasm. “Good family,” I added almost with a scoff.

She twirled me around like I was her little girl again, gushing over every detail, my hair, my dress, the ring Damien had dropped off hurriedly like it was a bribe and wrapped in velvet.

“I mean, your fiancé, Eric! Do you know how many women would kill to be in your shoes?” she said, stepping back to take another proud look at me. “Eric seems shy, but I can tell he loves you. I saw the way he looked at you last time he came by.”

My throat tightened. I wish she could really stop gushing over Eric. She must have misunderstood his face or something.

“Mum,” I said, trying to keep my voice even, “just promise me you won’t ask too many questions tonight, okay?”

She furrowed her brows slightly. And why do you think I will?”

“Because, because, it’s a big night. There’s going to be a lot of people. And I just want things to go smoothly.” I said, stumbling over my words.

Her eyes softened. “You’re nervous.”

“Nervous,” I repeated.

She kissed my forehead. “You’re going to be fine. I always knew you were meant for more than this little apartment. This is your future now, Daisy. Accept it.”

If only she knew. The question about my paternity lay on my lips, burning for me to ask her, but I bit it back instead and smiled at her wrinkled face. I took the brush from her hands and faced the mirror, brushing swiftly through the silky surface. I tried it in a messy bun and put the coils in one place.

The Moretti estate was intimidating right from the gate. The interior was way more beautiful. Crystal chandeliers, velvet drapes, and silver decorations. I see the lone cake sit like an abandoned toy in the middle of the room.

Eric stood at the entrance like a demigod in a marching oxblood tux he clearly hated, hands shoved into his pockets like he wanted to disappear.

“You look ethereal,” he said honestly, the moment I walked towards him. I actually knew I did. With my simple, straight-cut silk gown and my long diamond jewellery, I knew I looked impossible to ignore. But Eric’s compliment was not what stopped me cold at my track. It was Damien’s glare, no, stare. It held more than just his normal tolerance. It held hidden dark passions and lust, and heat. He shifted his eyes away from me when he noticed my eyes.

I trailed my eyes back to Eric. “You ready?” he asked when I reached him.

“No,” I replied, my voice steady. “But let’s get it over with.”

We walked in together to the front of the hall, where we were supposed to get drink, his arm linked with mine like we were a real couple. I almost tore away my hand as people gasped at us.

“She’s stunning,” I heard someone whisper.

“They’re so perfect together, I wish I was her,” another person said. I felt disgust deep inside of me and wanted to retch. I found Eric’s boy amongst the crowd and my blood boiled.

While we greeted friends and well wishers, I always felt Damien’s strong glare on my back, but when I turned back, I saw him look at a sculpture or nodding quietly at someone distant. I waved off the thoughts of Damien actually having a crush on me and continued smiling at the people Eric introduce me to.

We posed for photos which will appear in many newspapers and billboards the next day, smiles to our last teeth, and held hands too tightly.

“Keep smiling,” Eric tells me, when he sees my face slipping. “No matter what.” He added through gritted teeth as I attempted to slip my fingers out of his.

‘No matter the fact that I saw your boyfriend within the vicinity of our engagement party. We need to talk after now.’ I bit back.

‘Don’t make this hard for us. You know that none of us wants this,’ he replied curtly and twisted my hands. We walked around making small talk with people around until it was time to make the toast. This time, Damien took the microphone.

“Tonight marks a union,” he said, his voice filling the room. He points his champagne towards Eric and me, and continues. “Not just between Eric and Daisy, but between the Moretti and Romano bloodlines.”

I felt everyone’s eyes shift to me. I hear whispers and murmuring as the air began to shift. I could have bet they never knew my father was Romano.

“Let this engagement be a warning,” Damien continued, notwithstanding, eyes sharp and cold. “That the girl beside my son is not to be touched. She is protected.”

The applause thundered around me. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t believe how they all changed in a few seconds. Damien must be more powerful than I thought.

Quickly, as Damien finished the toast, a security guard in black whispered something in his ear.

Everything about his posture changed. His jaw tightened and his expression darkened. He stepped off the platform and stormed toward us.

“Daisy, Eric,” he said, voice low but urgent. “Come with me.”

I blinked. “What’s going on?”

“We have a situation.”

Eric stepped forward. “What kind of problem?”

Damien didn’t look at him. His eyes were locked on mine. “The contract was leaked.”

I froze. “What?”

“The fake engagement contract. It’s out. Someone knows.”

Eric’s voice cracked. “But only we knew about that—”

Damien’s voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. “Exactly. So either one of you talked, or someone’s watching us from inside.” He said, his dark, cold eyes never leaving mine.