She Married a Sterile Mafia Boss for One Year—Then the Doctor Said She Was Pregnant
Chapter 15
Years later, Grace would ask her mother why her parents had married.
Isabella would tell her the truth.
“At first, it was an agreement.”
“Like a business deal?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because your father thought he couldn’t have children.”
Grace would look at Adrian.
“Is that why you married Mommy?”
Adrian would smile.
“No.”
“Then why?”
He would look at Isabella.
“Because I needed a wife.”
Grace frowned.
“That sounds boring.”
Everyone would laugh.
Then Adrian would kneel beside his daughter.
“But something happened.”
“What?”
“I fell in love with your mother.”
“When?”
He looked at Isabella.
“Before I realized it.”
Grace would think about that.
“And then I was born?”
“Yes.”
“Was I the reason you stayed married?”
Adrian shook his head.
“No.”
He took Isabella’s hand.
“Your mother was the reason.”
Grace smiled.
“And I’m the bonus?”
Adrian laughed.
“The greatest bonus anyone could receive.”
Isabella leaned against him.
The old contract was long gone.
Richard was serving his sentence.
The criminal empire Adrian had inherited was history.
The mansion had become a home instead of a fortress.
And the man everyone once called untouchable had become something far more valuable.
A husband.
A father.
A man who finally understood that love was not weakness.
It was the one thing no enemy could take away.
The pregnancy that had once seemed impossible had changed everything.
It had exposed a conspiracy.
Destroyed an empire built on fear.
Revealed a family betrayal.
And given two people who had entered a marriage without love the chance to discover something neither had expected.
A real family.
Years later, Isabella would keep one small piece of the original contract inside a wooden box.
Not because she valued the agreement.
But because it reminded her of how little they knew about the future.
At the beginning, they had promised each other only one year.
One year without love.
One year without children.
One year without a future together.
But life had ignored every condition they had written down.
And when the doctor had looked at Isabella’s ultrasound and whispered, “You’re pregnant,” the impossible had not been the baby.
The impossible was that a marriage created without love had somehow become the greatest love story of both their lives.
