“You Got Fat!” Her Ex Mocked Her, Unaware She Was Pregnant With the Mafia Boss’s Son
Khloe froze.
Her face turned pale as she recognized the person who had just bumped into her.
Standing before her, holding two glasses of iced coffee, was Derek.
He was wearing an expensive summer linen suit, still as elegant and self-satisfied as ever.
But what pierced Khloe’s heart wasn’t Derek.
It was the woman arm in arm with him.
She was living proof of extravagant plastic surgery: incredibly tall and thin, with perfect blonde hair, full lips, and a figure-hugging outfit that showcased her meticulously sculpted curves.
The woman looked Khloe up and down with contempt, then smirked.
“Derek, who is this?”
Khloe immediately wanted to turn and leave.
But it was too late.
Derek had recognized her too.
His eyes briefly showed surprise before turning into feigned pity.
“Khloe?”
He looked her up and down.
Her dress was baggy.
Her face was somewhat pale from pregnancy.
And her waist was no longer as slender as before.
Derek’s lips curved into a triumphant smile.
“Well.”
He chuckled.
“Long time no see.”
Khloe tightened her grip on her bag.
“Yeah.”
She replied curtly.
“Excuse me.”
But Derek stepped in front of her.
“Wait.”
His gaze lingered on her belly, hidden beneath her loose dress.
Then he burst into laughter.
“Oh, Khloe.”
“You really have neglected yourself.”
The woman beside her giggled.
Derek shook his head as if utterly disappointed.
“You’ve gained too much weight.”
Those words were like a dagger to the heart.
None of them knew.
No one understood that the extra weight wasn’t because she’d let herself go.
But because she was carrying a tiny life inside her.
The child of the mysterious man she couldn’t forget.
Khloe felt her blood rush to her face.
Her hand unconsciously rested on her stomach.
A protective, instinctive gesture.
Derek saw it and raised an eyebrow.
“Don’t tell me you’re pregnant?”
Khloe’s heart pounded.
She knew she had to leave immediately.
Before things got worse.
“It’s none of your business.”
She replied coldly.
Then she stepped aside to leave.
But at that moment, the entire bakery fell into an eerie silence.
The chatter ceased.
The sound of the coffee machine seemed to be drowned out.
All eyes turned toward the entrance.
Khloe unconsciously turned her head.
And her heart nearly stopped.
A tall man had just walked in.
A perfectly tailored black suit.
Cold, storm-like gray eyes.
A faint scar running across his left eyebrow.
The man she had tried to forget for the past four months.
The baby’s father.
He had finally appeared.
Tiffany’s designer summer dress clung to her body, and a large diamond sparkled under the lights on her left ring finger.
Derek blinked when he recognized Khloe.
His initial surprise quickly turned into malicious amusement.
His gaze slowly swept over her from head to toe.
Her face was slightly rounder from pregnancy.
Her simple flat shoes.
Her loose floral dress concealed her changing body.
But her growing belly made Khloe’s secret no longer easy to hide.
Derek burst into laughter.
The mocking sound echoed through the crowded bakery, attracting the attention of those around them.
“Oh my, I almost didn’t recognize you.”
“Hi, Derek.”
Khloe replied softly, trying to step aside.
“Excuse me, I have to go.”
“Wait.”
Derek immediately blocked her path.
He turned to his fiancée.
“Tiffany, this is Khloe. The girl I told you about.”
“She’s so unambitious.”
Tiffany giggled.
“Nice to meet you.”
Her gaze at Khloe was like looking at a stain on an expensive pair of high heels.
Derek turned around.
His eyes rested on Khloe’s stomach.
A sinister smile appeared.
“Looks like you’re enjoying your single life quite a bit, huh?”
“I mean… I know you eat when you’re stressed, but oh my god.”
“You’ve gained so much weight.”
“You look like a balloon.”
Some people in the bakery looked annoyed.
Khloe’s cheeks flushed.
Tears welled up in her eyes.
But she refused to let them fall.
Instinctively, she placed her hands on her stomach.
Protecting her child from the venomous words.
“Derek… please.”
Her voice trembled.
But that only amused him more.
“It’s a good thing we broke up at the right time.”
He laughed.
“I can’t possibly bring someone like this to board meetings.”
“Have you really given up on yourself?”
Khloe bit her lip.
Just as she was about to leave, the heavy brass doors of the bakery suddenly swung open.
The atmosphere in the room instantly changed.
All conversation ceased.
Three men in black suits walked in.
Their gait wasn’t that of businessmen.
It was that of predators.
The crowd instinctively parted.
And then the man who appeared behind them made the entire room freeze.
Dante Casano.
Khloe felt her heart stop.
He was still as terrifying and captivating as she remembered him.
The perfect dark blue suit.
His neatly combed black hair.
His cold, storm-like gray eyes.
For the past four months, Dante had scoured New York searching for the woman who had disappeared from his bed that morning.
He hired a private investigator.
Investigated the hotel.
Used every connection he had.
And finally, today, the facial recognition system had pinpointed her location.
Dante’s gaze swept across the crowd.
Then it settled on Khloe.
He froze.
The man who had faced bullets without blinking now stood motionless, as if turned to stone.
His eyes locked onto her.
Looking at the face he had been searching for for four months.
Then his gaze slowly lowered.
He stopped at the clearly visible bulge under her dress.
A deathly silence fell over the room.
Derek didn’t notice at all.
He still smirked.
“Anyway, enjoy your croissant.”
“Try not to eat both at once.”
Dante turned his head.
His gray eyes instantly became terrifyingly cold.
He stepped forward.
Not quickly.
Not hastily.
But each step created a suffocating pressure.
“What did you just say to her?”
Dante’s voice was frighteningly calm.
Derek frowned.
“Excuse me, who are you?”
“This is our private matter.”
Dante didn’t answer.
In a flash, his hand reached out.
Grab Derek by the collar.
Then lift him off the ground.
Two iced coffee glasses fell to the tiled floor and shattered.
Tiffany screamed.
Derek struggled desperately.
“Step back.”
Dante whispered.
“And answer my question.”
“What did you just say to the mother of my child?”
The entire bakery fell silent.
Derek’s face turned from red to purple.
His eyes widened in horror.
“Your… your child?”
Dante tightened his grip.
“You called her fat.”
“You insulted a woman of Casano blood.”
“And you think you have the right to do that?”
When the Casano surname was mentioned, several native New Yorkers instantly turned pale.
Derek did too.
He knew exactly who Dante Casano was.
A name even the financial world wouldn’t dare casually utter.
“Please…”
He whispered.
“I don’t know…”
“Ignorance is no excuse for disrespect.”
Dante replied coldly.
He turned his head.
“Enzo.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Where does this worm work?”
“Junior Vice President at Wittman Capital.”
Dante’s lips curled into a smirk.
“A phone call.”
“
For the first time since his appearance, the terrifying coldness on his face vanished.
All that remained was a tremor no one would have expected in someone like Dante Casano.
His gaze lingered on her stomach.
Then he slowly looked up.
“Khloe…”
His voice was hoarse.
“Are you pregnant?”
The bodyguards standing nearby immediately turned away, unconsciously giving their boss some privacy.
Dante stopped two steps away from Khloe.
The man who had just ruined the life of a Wall Street executive with a single phone call now looked terrified.
His deep gray eyes lowered to her stomach, his gaze softening into absolute respect and love.
For months, Dante had been frantically searching.
“Khloe…” he whispered hoarsely.
“I scoured the entire city for you. I bought every hotel security camera footage. I had people scoured every bar. You used a fake name, and the subway cameras didn’t capture anything.”
Tears finally welled up in Khloe’s eyes.
“I was so scared,” she choked out.
“You just left a note and disappeared. I didn’t even know your real name. And when I found out who you were… I was afraid you’d think I was setting a trap. Or worse… I was afraid you’d steal the baby.”
Dante froze as if he’d been slapped.
He slowly raised his scarred hand, gently stroking her cheek.
His thumb wiped away the remaining tear.
“Steal the baby from you?” he whispered.
He took another step closer, so close she could smell the familiar scent of cedarwood and perfume.
“Khloe, you’re carrying my heart.”
“I’m the mother of your child.”
“From the moment I saw you in that bar that day, I knew you belonged to me.”
“I’d rather burn down this whole city than let anyone separate us.”
Then, right in the middle of the crowded bakery, Dante knelt down.
The room fell silent.
The notorious mafia boss pressed his cheek against Khloe’s pregnant belly as if it were the most precious thing in the world.
“Dad’s here,” he whispered.
“No one will make you cry anymore.”
“No one will make your mother feel small anymore.”
As he stood up, Dante put his arm around her shoulder.
“Let’s go home, Khloe.”
The move from Khloe’s cramped little apartment to the Casano mansion on the Long Island cliffs was like stepping into another world.
There, her every need was taken care of before she could even speak.
There, her safety was the top priority for an entire army of dangerous men.
Dante was a living paradox.
To the outside world, he was the embodiment of power and violence.
But behind the iron gates of the mansion, he was a man obsessively devoted.
He showed up at every prenatal checkup.
He sat awkwardly in the doctor’s waiting room like any other expectant father.
The day he learned the baby was a boy, Dante wept silently.
He pressed his lips to Khloe’s forehead, choked with gratitude.
But the mafia world never allows happiness to last forever.
By the eighth month of her pregnancy, tragedy struck.
Derek Channing, having lost his job, his money, and his fiancée, had succumbed to bitterness and alcoholism.
In desperation, he contacted the Lombardi family – Casano’s enemies.
He revealed everything he knew about Khloe.
He said that Dante Casano, the seemingly invincible man, finally had a weakness.
The attack took place on a Tuesday night.
Gunfire erupted from the main gate, shaking the entire mansion.
The alarm blared.
Red lights flickered throughout the hallway.
The library doors swung open.
Dante appeared, gun in hand.
His eyes were cold and menacing.
Without a word, he lifted Khloe up.
“Enzo!”
“Guard the West Wing!”
“No one is to cross the entrance!”
The bodyguards immediately formed a protective circle around them.
Dante carried Khloe down to the secret bunker.
Setting her down on the sofa, he leaned down and kissed her deeply.
“Stay here.”
“Don’t open the door for anyone but me.”
“They dared to lay down on my family.”
“Tonight, I will wipe out their entire lineage.”
Two hours later, the gunfire finally ceased.
The steel door opened.
Dante entered.
His white shirt was stained with blood.
Not his blood.
The moment he saw Khloe safe and sound, his gaze softened.
He knelt beside her.
Burning his face in her chest.
“It’s all over.”
“The Lombardi family is no more.”
“The traitor will never harm us again.”
Khloe understood he was talking about Derek.
She shuddered.
But then she realized this was her world.
A dark, dangerous world.
But also a place where there was a man willing to do anything to protect her and their child.
Three weeks later, in the heavily guarded maternity ward of the hospital, Khloe gave birth to a healthy baby boy.
Dante didn’t leave her side for a moment.
He let her hold his hand tightly.
He whispered words of encouragement in Italian.
And when the baby’s first cry rang out, the man who had struck fear into the city broke down in tears.
The nurse placed the baby on Khloe’s chest.
Dante bent down and embraced both mother and child.
“Leonardo Casano,” he whispered emotionally.
“Our son.”
Khloe looked at the man who had once been a stranger on that fateful rainy night.
The man who had found her when she was at her most desperate.
The man who had given her a family.
She smiled.
“He has eyes like yours.”
A year later, their wedding took place in a garden overflowing with white roses.
As Dante placed the wedding ring on Khloe’s finger, little Leo giggled in Enzo’s arms.
Dante looked at his wife with an unchanging gaze.
“She is my queen.”
Khloe smiled and kissed him.
Finally, she understood that she would never again be looked down upon, abandoned, or ridiculed.
And for the first time in her life, she truly found where she belonged.
