PART 2
The Bride’s Secret, The Baby’s Truth, And The Beginning Of A War
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The groom thought he owned her.
The politician thought he controlled the story.
Neither man was prepared for the truth growing inside Olivia’s womb.
Olivia’s entire body trembled as she clutched Sebastian’s suit jacket.
For months she had carried the burden alone.
The fear.
The blackmail.
The crushing guilt.
The impossible choice between her father and her freedom.
Now the man she had spent every night missing stood in front of her again.
And the walls she had spent months building around her heart finally collapsed.
Tears streamed down her face as she tried to speak.
Sebastian knelt in front of her among the broken glass.
The future king of the underworld looked less like a mafia boss and more like a desperate man terrified of hearing the answer.
“Talk to me, Olivia.”
His voice was low.
Gentle.
Dangerously calm.
“Tell me everything.”
Olivia squeezed her eyes shut.
The memories came flooding back.
Liam Gallagher had never loved her.
Not once.
Not even in the beginning.
She had been a prop.
A carefully selected accessory.
A beautiful surgeon from a respected family.
Perfect for campaign photos.
Perfect for television interviews.
Perfect for helping him climb the political ladder.
When federal investigators started looking into missing city pension funds, Liam found an opportunity.
Instead of solving the crime…
he created a scapegoat.
Her father.
Arthur Hayes.
A quiet accountant who had spent thirty years building a spotless reputation.
The real thief had disappeared overseas.
But Liam didn’t care.
He needed someone the public could blame.
And he needed a wife who would smile while he did it.
So he made Olivia an offer.
An evil one.
Marry him.
Smile for the cameras.
Become the future First Lady of New York politics.
And her father would remain free.
Refuse.
And Arthur Hayes would spend the rest of his life in prison.
Olivia had fought.
Argued.
Begged.
Cried.
Nothing changed.
Liam held all the cards.
Or at least she believed he did.
When she finished speaking, the room fell silent.
Sebastian’s face became unreadable.
The kind of expression his enemies learned to fear.
A look that usually appeared right before entire criminal organizations vanished from existence.
But then Olivia revealed the final piece.
The piece that changed everything.
The baby.
Her hand instinctively moved to her stomach.
A protective gesture.
A mother’s instinct already awakening.
“Liam isn’t the father.”
Sebastian froze.
Every muscle in his body locked.
Even his breathing stopped.
The world narrowed to a single sentence.
Not Liam’s.
His heart slammed against his ribs.
Memories exploded inside his mind.
A rainy night in Chicago.
A luxury hotel overlooking Lake Michigan.
Eight months of separation.
One accidental reunion.
One night neither of them had planned.
One night neither had ever forgotten.
They had spent hours talking.
Laughing.
Arguing.
Remembering.
Then loving each other as if the world might end before sunrise.
Neither had expected to see the other again afterward.
But neither had truly moved on.
And now…
the consequence of that night existed.
Alive.
Growing.
His child.
Sebastian stared at Olivia.
She nodded slowly.
Fresh tears rolled down her cheeks.
“I’m eighteen weeks.”
Her voice barely rose above a whisper.
“It’s yours.”
The words shattered him.
Not because they hurt.
Because they healed something he thought had died forever.
For years Sebastian Bennett had built an empire.
He controlled shipping ports.
Politicians.
Business empires.
Entire criminal networks.
Yet none of it compared to what he felt in that moment.
Father.
The word echoed through his mind.
Father.
Not king.
Not boss.
Not feared syndicate leader.
Father.
For the first time in years…
Sebastian Bennett was terrified.
Not of bullets.
Not of prison.
Not of enemies.
Terrified of losing something he loved.
His gaze dropped to Olivia’s stomach.
The small curve barely visible beneath the ruined wedding gown.
His child was there.
His family.
His future.
And Liam Gallagher had threatened them both.
Something cold awakened inside him.
Not anger.
Not rage.
Something worse.
Purpose.
A death sentence disguised as patience.
Then Olivia revealed one final horror.
Twenty minutes earlier Liam had entered the bridal suite.
He had seen the pregnancy test.
Seen the truth.
Seen evidence that the child wasn’t his.
And he had lost control.
He screamed.
Threatened her.
Grabbed her hard enough to leave bruises.
Then delivered an ultimatum.
She would still walk down that aisle.
Still marry him.
Still pretend the baby belonged to him.
And if she ever told anyone the truth…
her father would disappear forever.
When Olivia finished speaking, Sebastian’s expression didn’t change.
That frightened her more than if he had started screaming.
Because she knew him.
She knew what complete silence meant.
Somewhere deep inside…
a monster had just awakened.
A monster Liam Gallagher wasn’t prepared to meet.
Olivia suddenly grabbed Sebastian’s arm.
“Please.”
Her voice cracked.
“Don’t kill him.”
Sebastian looked at her.
Long.
Quiet.
Dangerously calm.
Then he reached up and brushed a tear from her cheek.
“You still think too highly of me, sweetheart.”
A faint smile appeared on his lips.
The kind that made grown men start writing wills.
“I’m not going to kill him.”
Olivia exhaled.
Relief washed across her face.
For approximately three seconds.
Then Sebastian continued.
“I’m going to destroy him.”
The room became very quiet.
Because somehow…
that sounded much worse.
Sebastian stood and pulled out his phone.
One call.
That was all it took.
“Vincent.”
His voice was ice.
“Bring the car around.”
A pause.
Then another order.
“Lock down the property.”
Another pause.
This time longer.
“And make sure the groom doesn’t leave.”
Olivia’s heart pounded.
She knew that tone.
She had heard it only once before.
The night Sebastian dismantled a rival syndicate in forty-eight hours.
Thousands of people lost fortunes.
Businesses collapsed.
Politicians resigned.
Careers ended.
And Sebastian never raised his voice once.
Liam Gallagher had just become the next target.
Sebastian slipped off his expensive Brioni jacket.
Carefully wrapped it around Olivia’s shoulders.
Then gently pulled her to her feet.
The contrast was almost unbelievable.
The same hands capable of violence beyond imagination touched her as though she were made of glass.
“You don’t belong here.”
His voice softened.
“You never did.”
“What happens now?”
Olivia asked.
Sebastian looked directly into her eyes.
The answer came without hesitation.
“Now I take my family home.”
Outside the bridal suite, thunder rumbled across the darkening sky.
Rain began striking the estate windows.
The perfect wedding day was unraveling.
And somewhere inside the ballroom…
the groom still believed he was about to get married.
He had no idea the most dangerous man in New York was walking toward him.
And he had absolutely no idea…
that every secret he had spent years hiding was about to be exposed.
END OF PART 2
