The Mafia's Quintuplets

Cold eyes. Quiet power. A presence that made the whole room stop. He said his name was Maxim. That was the first lie. He bought me a drink. He danced with me. He kissed me like I was already his. And I let him. I thought it would end there, as one reckless night with a stranger. Until he showed up again. Not as a one-night mystery, But as a brutal Bravtva boss with a billion-dollar empire. I told myself I’d never fall for him again. Then I found out I was pregnant. Not with one baby. Not even twins. …or triplets. …or quadruplets. But five of his babies. Quintuplets! And he’s still completely obsessed with me.

Cold eyes. Quiet power. A presence that made the whole room stop. He said his name was Maxim. That was the first lie. He bought me a drink. He danced with me. He kissed me like I was already his. And I let him. I thought it would end there, as one reckless night with a stranger. Until he showed up again. Not as a one-night mystery, But as a brutal Bravtva boss with a billion-dollar empire. I told myself I’d never fall for him again. Then I found out I was pregnant. Not with one baby. Not even twins. …or triplets. …or quadruplets. But five of his babies. Quintuplets! And he’s still completely obsessed with me.