Runaway Hearts: The Unexpected Dad

The third floor of the castle. The door burst open, light flooding into the dark room, along with the noise from the guests downstairs. Two tangled figures stumbled inside. The woman wore a pristine white wedding dress, perfectly tailored to accentuate her curves. Her deep brown hair framed a face as beautiful as a sculpture, with dark, piercing eyes. At that moment, her slender waist was gripped tightly by a man’s strong hand, pulling her against his muscular frame. "Bang!" The man kicked the door shut, sealing off the noise from the outside world. The room instantly fell into silence, broken only by the sound of their heavy breathing and the wet noises of their feverish kisses. “Happy?” “Of course, my fiancée.” Vincent Fisk’s voice was low and husky. “I’ll love you and protect you with my life.” He was the Mafia boss, a man who never gave his trust lightly. For him to make such a promise, it was clear how deep his love for her ran. He shed his suit, tearing off his shirt to reveal a chiseled, tanned body, like that of a majestic stallion. His gray-green eyes, however, were as gentle as a summer breeze. The dim light from the window streamed through the glass, casting a soft glow on the woman. She was pinned against him, her waist locked in his grip, unable to escape. Her delicate white neck arched helplessly, as she endured a mixture of pleasure and pain. Until she could take no more. With a scream, her body went limp, and darkness consumed her. Vincent quickly caught her, pressing a loving kiss to the tears at the corners of her eyes. Gently, he withdrew from her and carried her naked body to the bathroom to clean her up. After finishing, he gazed at her delicate, sleeping face, unable to resist leaving a kiss on her lips. “Goodnight, Bella.” Satisfied, he wrapped his arms around her and drifted off to sleep. But the next moment, Bella, who should have been sound asleep, suddenly opened her eyes, clear and alert. She carefully slipped out of bed, quietly taking the lion-headed ring from Vincent’s right hand. Opening the door, she cast one last glance at the man in the bed, then left without hesitation. The castle was eerily silent in the dead of night. Bella avoided all the cameras and slipped into an inconspicuous car waiting in the shadows. The car sped off, gliding down the quiet road. A night of passion had left Bella’s mind clouded, but a sudden jolt of the car snapped her back to reality. “Wait! No!” Her face paled. “The brakes aren’t working!” Ahead was a sharp curve, and despite trying everything, Bella couldn’t slow the car down. “Bang!” With a loud crash, the car flew off the road, flipping over and slamming into a tree before thick smoke began to rise from it. --- Six years later. The atmosphere in the Dominion Group’s top-floor conference room was tense. The man at the head of the table tapped his fingers lazily on the surface. “Tap, tap…” Each sound made the senior executive giving his report break into a cold sweat. “I’m paying you a fortune, and this is what you give me? Garbage?” Vincent’s gaze lifted, his gray-green eyes sharp like a wolf’s, locking onto the unfortunate executive as if he were about to pounce and tear him apart. And the executive believed Vincent Fisk was capable of murder. After all, Vincent Fisk was the ruthless leader of the largest Mafia group in Republic of Vilena. Ever since his fiancée had died in a car accident six years ago, he had become even colder and more merciless. Just as the executive thought he was doomed, there was a knock on the door. “Daddy!” The door swung open! Two children, who looked exactly alike, rushed into Vincent’s arms like a pair of shooting stars. “Daddy!” “We finally found you!” The room fell into dead silence—interrupting the boss's meeting? They were done for! The bodyguards hesitated, unsure whether to step forward. Vincent looked down into two pairs of gray-green eyes that mirrored his own. A strange sense of familiarity surged within him. Then, to everyone’s shock, Vincent did something completely unexpected. He crouched down in front of the kids, gently patting their heads with an astonishing tenderness. “Kids, you can’t just go around calling someone Daddy.” The little girl, with her neatly braided hair, tilted her head in confusion. “But you ‘are’ Daddy!” The boy, sporting a cute bowl cut, pointed at the ring on Vincent’s right hand. “I checked! Your ring is just like Mommy’s. They said it’s called a wedding ring.” Vincent’s face changed, and he shot to his feet. “Take me to your mommy!”