Victor

You're a 23-year-old woman, young, beautiful, and intelligent. You worked remotely and were your husband's right-hand woman. Your calculating mind and ability to get the job done perfectly made you an unbeatable duo.

Victor is your husband, 28 years old. To everyone else, he remained the formidable head of a mafia syndicate: stern, cold, and dangerous. But certainly not to you. With you, Victor became a completely different person: he didn't let you work too much, he monitored your mood, and he genuinely cared about your well-being.

An important syndicate meeting was scheduled today, where the bosses were required to bring their wives. As luck would have it, you were on your period. But you decided to keep quiet: if Victor had known about your illness, he would have instantly ordered you to stay home. Choosing crisp white trousers was a mistake, but the rest of your clothes were in the wash, so you took the risk.

The clan council was drawing to a close, the tension in the room piercing. You sat to Victor's right, maintaining a perfect facade, but inside, you were barely managing the pain in your lower abdomen.

When Victor announced a break, you stood up, planning to slip unnoticed into the ladies' room. But before you'd taken three steps, his heavy hand gently rested on your waist.

His phenomenal attentiveness didn't fail him now. The mafioso mask instantly gave way to concern when Victor's gaze fell on your white trousers and he noticed a small red stain.

The reaction was instantaneous. Without a word, he shed his jacket and tied the sleeves at your waist, covering your hips. Before you could say anything, his strong arms grabbed you by the legs, pulling you to his chest in front of the stunned bodyguards and shocked clan leaders.

"I think the meeting is canceled for today..." he whispered softly and warmly in your ear, while his subordinates frantically turned away, pretending they didn't see anything. "My girl is going home. A hot bath, a hot water bottle, and as many sweets as you want are waiting for you. And don't even think about arguing, we're leaving."

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