Chapter 2

　　Before Rosa could even process what he said, he grabbed her by the waist and rolled her onto her back, thrusting into her hard and deep. A flicker of pain crossed Rosa's face, her pussy was still sore from the night before, but she quickly masked it with a seductive smile.

　　She let out a soft moan, whispering his name between gasps, her voice dripping with temptation. It was enough to provoke him, enough to make him lose what little restraint he had left.

　　Luciano's jaw tightened, and his thrusts grew rougher, merciless and punishing. Like a man possessed, he railed her, pinning her to the mattress with the weight of his tall, heavily sculpted body, driving into her brutally and deep. His strength was unmatchable.

　　"Oh yes! Right there! Harder!" she moaned, feigning pleasure even though her body was exhausted and shaking with pain, her hands clawing uselessly at his broad shoulders.

　　Luciano's jaw clenched. Her moans and breathless cries did nothing but provoke him further.

　　"I fucking bought you, Rosie. Now take every fucking thing I give you," he ground out, punctuating every single word with a merciless thrust.

　　His speed was terrifying. He buried his rod deep, savagely striking her cervix until her delirium-filled cries echoed through the room. She came again, milking his dick. But he didn't stop. He kept the punishing pace until his body suddenly jerked, his jaw locking as his cock twitched, unloading a thick, hot spurt of cum that flooded her pussy. Rosa whimpered, her body trembling violently as an intense, involuntary orgasm ripped through her.

　　Luciano pulled out abruptly. His eyes darkened at the sight of his cum dripping from her achingly red, stretched hole, trailing down her milky thighs. His jaw clenched. Without a single word, he got up from the bed, completely naked, and walked into the shower without glancing back at her.

　　The cold sound of running water soon filled the room.

　　Rosa lay on the bed, feeling like there wasn't a single bone left in her body. God, his stamina was unreal, almost inhuman.

　　She slowly pushed herself up, her body trembling as she reached for her clothes. Her hands shook as she dressed quickly. She had to get out—before he came back.

　　When the Italian Don returned and found that his ex-wife had left without his permission, his fury flared even further.

　　No one dared betray him and walk away alive.

　　Rosa quickly took a taxi and headed straight to the city hospital, where her childhood friend Lucy was waiting for her.

　　"How did it go?" Lucy asked.

　　"It's done," Rosa replied in a hushed voice, her heart still pounding with apprehension. She could hardly believe it was finally over—it felt like walking into a lion's den and somehow making it out alive.

　　Lucy's face softened with relief.

　　"How's Renzo doing?" Rosa asked, already hurrying toward the children's ward.

　　"He's okay. Slept through the night," Lucy replied.

　　"Hmm," Rosa murmured as she gently pushed open the door. There he was—her four-year-old son, Renzo—chatting with the nurse, who was trying to coax him into taking his medicine.

　　"Hey, sweetie," Rosa smiled, though her heart ached every time she saw her little boy in that hospital room.

　　"Mommy! You came!" he squealed with happiness, and Rosa hurried to scoop her son into her arms. Her racing heart finally settled, soothed by the embrace of the only reason she kept going—her son, her Renzo.

　　Five years ago, when Luciano divorced her and forced her to leave the country, not even her own family stood by her. She had no money, no place to go. She hadn't even been able to finish her education. Married at eighteen, she had to drop out during her final semester because her mother-in-law insisted she handle all the house chores. So she couldn't get a proper job. But somehow, she survived.

　　Just a month after the divorce, when she found out she was pregnant, her entire world shifted. No matter how angry she was with her ex-husband, and no matter how strongly she had vowed never to speak to him again, she still tried to contact Luciano — only for the sake of her child.

　　She didn't want her baby to grow up in such harsh conditions just because his father hated his mother.

　　But Luciano never answered her calls.

　　She then tried to contact her family — the only ones she had left: her uncles and aunts. Her parents had died in her childhood, and her grandfather was gone too.

　　But they spoke to her coldly and told her they wanted no relationship with her anymore. She had died for them the day Luciano loathed her and divorced her. No one wanted to end up on Luciano Mancini's hate list because of her.

　　At that time, she felt completely heartbroken and alone in this ruthless world, with no clue how to survive. And with this little life growing inside her, she was even more terrified—for his future, and her own.

　　After Renzo was born, Rosa's life changed completely. Driven by the determination to give him a better future, she worked tirelessly, building a life for herself and her son. They were happy. She was no longer alone—her sunshine, her Renzo, was with her. And for Rosa, that was more than enough.

　　Until one day, he fainted.

　　Then came the diagnosis: leukemia.

　　And just like that, Rosa's world shattered all over again.

　　She had never been so scared in her life—not even when everyone had abandoned her, not even when she found out she was pregnant and completely on her own. But now, this fear was killing her. She couldn't let anything happen to her son. He didn't deserve to suffer because of her bad luck.

　　So she went to every doctor and discussed every possible treatment. A flicker of hope lit up her dark world when one of them mentioned that the best chance for Renzo's recovery was a stem cell transplant. Cord blood from a newborn sibling could potentially save his life. But for that… she would need to have another child—with his father.

　　If she had been her old self—young, naive Rosa—she would've never dared to even think about it. But now—now she was a desperate mother. And a mother could fight even God if it meant saving her child's life. Compared to that, surviving a night with that monster was something she could endure.