Page 32 of Deadly Don's Baby Contract

Marco stares at me. The burning in his eyes is a rage I've never seen before, not even from my own family. I breathe heavily, exhausted from all the emotions of the day."You're pregnant with his child," he says coldly. "Of course you are."

Marco turns and walks away, and I turn to Franco, who is smiling broadly. "We're having a baby."

It's not a question. I stare at him for a moment and then tilt my head to the side."

What did you say?"

"We're having a baby."

"No, it's not what you said. It's how you said it."

"You just said you're pregnant with my child," he says, looking at me confused.

I shake my head. "I'm on birth control. I shouldn't be pregnant..." My frown deepens. "What did you do, Franco?"

"I didn't do anything," he says calmly. "Why don't we go upstairs."

"Don't lie to me. You can do many things to me, Franco Morelli but don't fucking lie to me, what did you do?" I step away from him as he reaches for me. "No. Don't touch me. Tell me what you did. Did you fuck with my birth control?"

He stands there staring at me. "Aria..."

"Did you? Did you mess with my birth control so I'd fall pregnant?" I clench my fists. "Answer me."

He sighs and looks away.

I shake my head and storm past him. "Unbelievable."

He grabs my arm and pulls me back to him. "Aria, listen to me. I know what I'm doing. It was the only way to stop Marco."

"You didn't think to tell me that was the plan? Or ask me if this is what I want?" I shake my head. "I am so mad at you I could tear your freaking face off."

He pulls me to him. "I'm sorry. Originally, Marco wanted me to switch it. But this is great news. We're married. We're having a baby. We're going to be a family. That's what you've always wanted: a family."

"I didn't have a choice," I say with a frown. "You took that choice out of my hands."

"Are you upset it's my baby?" he asks quietly, tilting his head to the side cutely.

I glare at him. "You know I'm not."

"Let me run you a bath," he says, stroking my hair back over my shoulder. "Let me make it up to you."

I shake my head, but he captures my chin with his finger and leans in to kiss me softly. "Please." He murmurs. "I care about you. You know that."

I bite my lip and sigh. "Fine. I could use a bath to relax."

"You two make me sick," Giulia says. "All this lovey-dovey nonsense. But I'm excited to be an aunty."

I glance at her and smile. "I'm sure the child will be very spoiled by you."

"Of course, go enjoy your bath." She has a mischievous glint in her eye as she flounces off.

Franco takes my hand and kisses it. "Come, let's go."

"Marco won't let this go so easily, Franco," I say quietly. "Giulia, can you not talk to him? Maybe he will listen to you."

She pauses and looks at me, "I can try, but I can't make any promises. You've crossed him quite badly. Maybe my father can make him see reason."

I nod and let Franco lead me upstairs to his room.

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