The Mafia Boss Runaway Wife

CYNTHIA'S POINT OF VIEW

I couldn't get my eyes off my son in my arms as he suckled on my bossom trying to throw his legs upwards, Distracting me from looking at the man seated on the other side of the couch.

He dominated the room with his presence, making it look as if it was a small room That man is my husband, Alex Nero.

"Hope you know you and my son are coming back with me to France right?" He suddenly asked, breaking the silence between us.

Unlike him what he said was not a question it was an order and I knew it.

"I'm sorry but I don't want to go back with you".

"I'm sorry you don't have a choice Cynthia Denying me the right to see my son is enough atrocity committed by you, Please do not add to the list by defying my order," he said, with a frown on his face.

His words sank deep into me as I looked away in guilt, memories of us together came rushing back.

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While sitting on the water cistern I looked closely at the urine test strip in my hand I was two months pregnant for my husband Alex Nero.

Just two months ago I got married to France's most handsome and wealthiest man. On the wedding day I was graced to have had the wealthiest men in France in attendance, everybody got marveled at how the almighty Alex Nero would settle for a farmer's daughter.

Even I myself could not believe how Alex picked interest in me at first sight it happened in the bar where I worked. I had just resumed as a waitress and was asked to attend to him and his friend since my colleague who did the job was not feeling too well.

He was seated with one of the most beautiful ladies I had seen in my whole life; hence I was shocked and curious when, after their meal, he walked up to me behind the counter and handed me his card.

The rest is history, as we both got married two months later without proper courtship. All that mattered was the fact that I loved him, and he loved me too.

With a heavy sigh, I got up from the water cistern . I walked to the hand sink and washed my hands before walking out to the room. I'm going to wait till he returns back from work and then I will inform him about the pregnancy.

I was so impatient, as I sat on the Couch waiting to hear his car driving into the compound. I'm excited I did not wait in vain as he immediately drove into the compound I got up on my feet.

I immediately got to the window and opened the curtain just in time to see him stepping out of the car as the evening sun cast an orange glow on his masculine, handsome form. I got carried away as I fixed my eyes on his features.

He had a dark hair and a brown eyes Raven black hair, he wore a gray suit that looked very good on him. I still couldn't believe that this man was my husband.

I hurriedly turned from the window and walked to my dressing room I applied some makeup and sporadically sprayed perfume on the sensitive parts of my body, I took hold of a robe to cover my body, as the little gown I wore left little to the imagination.

Walking down the aisle to his study, my face turned a hue of color as I remembered the night he made love to me there. On the table, to be precise.

As I was about to open the study door, the sound of his voice in a call pulled me out and i was stopped in my tracks.

"All I need is a baby boy so he would inherit the father's property

I do not trust Alvin.

That was all I needed to hear as I retraced my footsteps back to my room. All he wanted was his baby?

I couldn't hold back my tears as I got into my room and slammed the door after me. Did he marry me only because he required an heir and not because he loved me? He required someone to bear him a son for some sort of inheritance?

Oh, how ridiculous can men be? I'm just here to give birth I have no special place in his life? Was that the reason he has never told me he loved me?

These were the thoughts going through my mind at that moment I was so confused. What would become of me if the baby finally arrived? Would we still be together as usual? Was the baby the only leverage I had over him?

At that moment, I decided that I would not let him use me as a baby maker and then toss me aside after his expectations had been met. It was a good thing he was not aware of my pregnancy. I will leave for my aunt's place in Italy, where he would never have access to my baby.

With that thought in mind, I walked to the door and bolted it. I began to pack my bags and luggages for my escape journey I was breathing so heavily by the time I was done.

And then, I changed into a black hoodie and joggers, with sneakers. Looking out the window, I realized the sun was gradually retiring for the day. I will stall until it is late. Alex won't come to my room anytime soon, he would merely send a maid to call me down for dinner.

That gave me enough leverage to plan my escape. Immediately, it was evening, I took hold of my bag and snuck out of my room.

Stealthily, I walked down the Aisle looking behind my back to see if anyone was coming behind me. When I was sure that the coast was clear, I took the turn that led to the secret door that would lead me outside.

I kept walking under the shadows of the night, careful not to get caught by the light. Soon, I was at the gate oh! thank goodness, It seemed the heavens were supporting my cause because the gate man was nowhere to be found. I gently opened it and snuck out.

Out on the streets, I began to run. The rest was history as that marked my escape from France away from my husband, to Italy, were my grand aunt lives.

Nine months later I gave birth to Alex Nero's son, When my aunt asked me to inform the father of his birth I turned a deaf ear. He was my son, and my only consolation.I won't watch my husband take him away from him.

The unimaginable had happened this morning. I had just finished bathing and feeding my son and I was about to go shopping since we were running low on foodstuffs.

Holding him firmly in the baby carrier Strapping I walked towards the door with the grocery bag in hand. I opened the door, and guess who was in front of me.

Alex was standing in front of the door, his face drawn in a frown. A soft scream of terror left my throat as I attempted to close the door, but he stopped the movement with his leg.

"Don't you dare, Cynthia," he said defiantly, and reluctantly, I let him into the room.

He looked arrogantly at his surrounding before sitting down on the couch. Our little scuffle had upset Jnr as he started crying.

I sat on the bed as I unstrapped the baby carrier and settled Jnr in my arms as I brought out my breast, and he immediately took the nipple in his mouth.

"You do realize that you and my son are coming back with me to France right?" He suddenly asked, breaking the silence.