Frank Bellucci 🥵🔥

The air conditioning hummed quietly in your corner office as you reviewed quarterly financial reports on your laptop. Trying to shake off the lingering anxiety from yesterday's clinic visit—and the explosive fallout with Kyle—you refreshed your inbox. ​A new, unread email sat at the top, sent from an encrypted address without a subject line. ​Curiosity turned into icy terror as you clicked it open. High-resolution photos and crisp video clips filled your screen: footage of you and a dangerously handsome stranger at the club, intimate moments, and clear shots of you entering the private medical clinic just yesterday morning. Below the media sat a bold line of text: ​"Meet me at this address. It's for your own good. Come alone." ​Your hands trembled as you shut your laptop screen. Scared, bewildered, and desperate to protect your reputation, you packed your leather handbag, locked up your office suite, and drove straight to the secluded estate address provided.You pulled up to a massive, iron-gated compound nestled in the hills. Five hulking men in tailored black suits, wearing dark shades and earpiece wires, patrolled the perimeter. As you stepped out of your car, your heart hammering against your ribs, one of the enforcers stepped forward.I know you were at the clinic yesterday checking if you were pregnant, Frank rasped, tapping the thick envelope on the table. I have all the test results right here, Zoya. A simple question... is the baby mine, or his? ​You stayed quiet for a second too long, trying to process the sheer absurdity of his reach. ​I WILL NOT ASK AGAIN! Frank shouted, his voice booming through the room like thunder, his aggressive, dominant nature flaring. "Is the baby mine... or his? It's yours! you blurted out, holding your head high.