A mute girl finds herself entwined with a powerful mafia billionaire who becomes dangerously obsessed with her.
Despite her silence, his intense feelings compel him to pursue her relentlessly, ultimately forcing her into a marriage she never desire...
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Lucien Thorne’s another Los Angeles penthouse with the minimalist furniture.
But the room’s sterile elegance was disrupted by the cheerful clutter of parenthood a pastel-colored playmat strewn with plush toys, a half-empty bottle of formula on the quartz coffee table, and the faint scent of baby powder.
Dominic Thorne, ten months old, was a storm of chubby limbs and indignant wails.
He sat on the rug, his rosebud mouth trembling as fat tears rolled down his flushed cheeks.
His dark curls so like Sorina’s were mussed from rubbing against Lucien’s shoulder, and his tiny fists clutched a frayed yellow duck, its squeaker long since destroyed.
His cries were a rhythmic, indignant "Wah! Bah-bah! Mm-mm!” a symphony of frustration only a parent could decode.
He slammed his palms against the floor, tiny fingers splayed, as if the universe itself owed him an explanation.
His chubby legs kicked out, knocking over a stack of silicone blocks that Lucien had meticulously arranged moments earlier.
"Bah!" Dominic insisted, mucus bubbling at his nose as he locked eyes with his father.
He reached toward the hallway, pudgy fingers flexing in the universal baby sign for Where is she? My mom?
Lucien crouched, his tailored shirt straining as he hoisted Dominic onto his hip. "She’s not here," he said quietly.
Dominic’s head swiveled toward the sound of the front door a habit now, whenever Lucien spoke. “Waiting for her voice.”
The baby’s cries shifted to a guttural, heartbroken "Muh-muh-muh!" less a word than a primal sound, raw with confusion.
His tiny fists gripped Lucien’s shirt, yanking at the fabric as if he could pull her back through sheer force of will.
"Easy, diablillo," Lucien muttered, catching a flailing hand before Dominic could smack his own cheek.
He pressed the boy’s palm to his chest, over the steady thud of his heartbeat. "Listen. Feel that? I’m here...your dad."
Dominic paused, his breath hitching.
For a moment, the room held its breath then he erupted again, this time with a high-pitched "Nnnnnaaaah!" that could shatter glass.
He reached for Dominic, but the boy twisted away, his wails crescendoing.
Dominic hurled the duck at Lucien’s knee, then immediately regretted it, his face crumpling anew at the loss of his toy.
Lucien snatched it up, holding it just out of reach.
