Beneath the Seduction of my Ex’s Mafia Don Father

“Lucas?” I called as I entered his apartment. I didn’t know if he wanted to see me right now after he broke up with me yesterday, but I still loved him. I still needed him in my life.

I was not sure how many drinks I’d had, but I knew it was too many. My vision was hazy, and I struggled to focus on anything, but I tried my best to go to his apartment just to see him. Today was supposed to be our first year anniversary… if he hadn’t broken up with me yesterday.

As soon as I stepped inside, I noticed how unusually quiet it was. Flicking the light switch, nothing happened.

“Great, a power outage,” I muttered, pulling out my phone to use as a flashlight, but I cursed when I realized the battery was drained. The faint glow from outside barely illuminated the hallway as I made my way to his room.

The apartment was eerily silent.

Reaching his bedroom door, I pushed it open slowly. My eyes landed on the bed. There was someone lying there, a man, but the darkness and shadows obscured his features.

“Lucas?” I called out, my voice wavering. The figure didn’t move. I stepped closer, trying to get a better look.

All I could see was the figure’s back. I touched his arm, trying to wake him up, but I gasped when a hand suddenly grabbed my arm, pulling me on top of him.

“Hmm? What?” Lucas’ voice was weirdly deep and husky, almost sounding dangerous.

“Lucas? I miss you. Happy anniversary, my love,” I whispered.

I could feel his warm breath against my face. I was on top of him, while his arms were snaked around my waist.

“Uh-huh? Who are you?” A deep, short chuckle escaped his throat.

“Come back to me…” I cried.

“Who are you? Why are you here?” he whispered.

“How could you! You have already forgotten about me?”

“You’re drunk, aren’t you?”

“I’m not! I just miss you so much.”

“God, who the fuck are you? Let me taste you,” he whispered.

I froze when suddenly, I felt his warm lips against my neck, sucking it. A moan escaped my throat involuntarily. “Ahh, Lucas, l-let’s get back together, please…” I begged.

My heart pounded furiously, matching the rhythm of the flames consuming my body. It was as if every part of me had been awakened, and burning with a desire that left me breathless and yearning for more.

In a swift move, he switched our position.

“L-Lucas, why did you— Ahh!” My eyes rolled in the back of my head when his fingers found my clit.

This was the first time we ever did this. And god, I’d never thought this felt so good.

“Don’t moan that name, please,” he whispered softly.

“What do you mean— Oh my god!” I felt his tongue in my pussy. I convulsed. I was shamelessly rubbing myself on his face. I was moaning so loudly and I couldn’t even care less.

Before I even knew it, I finally gave in. The world around us melted away, leaving only the two of us, lost in the heat of the moment.

I don’t even know what happened, or how it happened, but when I woke up the next day, I felt like my heart was so full.

Lucas and I made love. That meant we were together again, right?

I was about to hug Lucs, but my brows knitted when I noticed his arm. It looked… different. Lucas didn’t have tattoos, but why did this man have them?

An array of tribal patterns. The bold, intertwining lines and curves wrapped around his bicep and forearm, creating a sense of movement and continuity.

Trembling, I slowly looked at the mysterious man who was sleeping peacefully beside me.

No. This was not Lucas…

Who did I just fuck last night?

I swallowed hard. Did I just… give my virginity to whoever this man was?

Tears welled up in my eyes. What did I do?

Slowly, I removed the man’s arm from me. I sighed in relief as I was able to leave the bed without waking him up. With one glance at his face, I left the suite, filled with guilt and regret.

This is Lucas’ apartment! I can’t be wrong, but who is that man?! Did Lucas move into another apartment without telling me? And that man is the new tenant?

My throat tightened, and I could feel the sting of tears welling up in my eyes as I was inside the taxi. The guilt was unbearable, a heavy burden pressing down on my chest. Each beat of my heart felt like a painful reminder of my mistake.

I went home, not knowing what I should do. As I charged my phone, multiple calls from Lucas’ number filled my notifications.

But a particular message from him made me numb.

– We found your number in Lucas Romanov’s, the patient, messages. We found some identification cards, confirming his identity. He got into a car accident.

The hospital name was included.

Without thinking, I went straight to the hospital with fear in my heart.

The first thing I saw was his soft smile as I entered his room, and my heart broke even more.

Fortunately, the doctor said that Lucas is stable now. He just got some minor injuries. He’s also allowed to go home.

“I’m so happy to see you here. I’m sorry for everything, babe. I was on my way to your house last night to fix everything but suddenly, a car skidded on a slick patch of road. I tried to correct the steering, but it was too late.”

“Thank God you’re safe, Lucas!”

He smiled as he kissed my head. “Don’t worry. We’ll celebrate our anniversary today. I’m sorry, Andra. Can I make it up to you?”

“You should rest first. We can celebrate anytime. But for now, I’ll let you rest.”

“Does that mean you’re letting me in your life again?”

I smiled bitterly. Do I still deserve this man?

“I love you, Lucas.”

“I love you even more, Andra. I don’t know what’s gotten into me that day when I broke up with you. I regret every bit of it. I realized I can't live without you.”

“I don’t care about it anymore. What matters now is you’re back in my arms again, Lucas.”

“Thank you so much, babe. You don’t know how happy you made me.”

We left the hospital after paying the bill.

“Let’s go?” He asked when the taxi arrived. I swallowed hard.

How would I even tell him that I didn’t want to go to his apartment?

“Uhm, d-did someone stay in your apartment last night?” I asked carefully.

“What do you mean? I don’t think so.”

“M-Maybe some of your friends have a key? Did they tell you that they’d stay there for a while?”

“Babe, what are you even trying to say? None of my friends have a key to my apartment.”

Then, who is that man?

I looked away as that mysterious man’s face filled my mind, how I moaned as he thrust deep inside me, how I begged for more…

“Are you okay, babe?”

I blinked as I took a step back. I can’t do this…

“Babe, I-I’m sorry but I don’t think I can accompany you to your apartment. I suddenly feel dizzy…”

Worry filled his face. “What happened? Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yes. Don’t worry. I’m really sorry, Lucas. I think I need to take some rest. I’ll visit you once I feel okay.”

He nodded his head. When he leaned in for a kiss, I didn’t know what to do. Suddenly, I felt like a whore. How could I act in front of him as if everything was fine? As if I didn’t let someone fucked me ruthlessly last night in his own bed?

“I love you. You’re mine again, okay? We’ll talk about us once you’re fine. Call me when you get home,” he whispered against my lips.

Tears clouded my vision, but I immediately blinked them away. “I-I’ll call you…” I whispered. My tears started falling as soon as I turned my back on him.

***

The next few weeks weren't easy for me. I was living with nothing but guilt. Lucas and I got back together, but I still felt empty inside. And to make matters worse, I was more tired than usual, and I kept feeling nauseous. I tried to ignore it, thinking it was just stress or a bug. But deep down, I had a nagging feeling that something was different, something that I was afraid to acknowledge.

I checked my menstrual cycle tracker, but my heart skipped a beat. I stared at it in disbelief, horrified to realize that I was already two weeks late.

“No. Calm down, Andra. You’re just late. It’s normal,” I whispered.

But I can’t calm down. I need to think. I need to do something.

I went out. My heart was pounding so fast while I was on my way to the nearest drugstore. I went home immediately as soon as I bought what I needed.

My world came crashing down at my feet as I stared at the three positive pregnancy tests in my trembling hand.

I blinked, my vision blurring as tears welled up in my eyes. No, this can’t be right.

Two lines.

I stumbled back, sinking to the cold tile floor. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Not now. Not like this.

“Babe? Andra?”

I froze as I heard Lucas’ voice outside the bathroom door. What was he doing here?

I grabbed the two sticks and with a deep sigh, I opened the door.

Worry was written all over Lucas’ face when he saw me.

“Didn’t you receive my message? I’d like to take you out for dinner—“

“Lucas, I am pregnant…” I took a step back as I sobbed painfully.

For a moment, he just stared at me, as if trying to process the words. Then he shook his head as confusion and disbelief clouded his eyes. “Is this some kind of prank, Andra? This doesn’t make any sense. How can you be pregnant if we never had sex—” He stopped, his jaw clenched.

“I-I was drunk…”

“You cheated on me? You fucked someone else?”

“I’m sorry, Lucas…”

“Who did you fuck, huh? Who did you whore yourself for?! Fucking tell me!”

“I was drunk! You can hate me! Hurt me! I deserve it! I was weak and made a terrible mistake! I wish I could take it back, but I can’t! All I can do is tell you the truth and hope you’ll believe that it was a terrible mistake, not a reflection of how I feel about you. I love you! And that hasn’t changed…”

“You’re fucking sorry now that you’re carrying someone else’s child, huh? But you weren’t sorry when you were cheating on me, when that man was fucking you?! Who is it, huh?! I will fucking kill him! Who is it?!” He gripped both my shoulders and shook me, but I just cried harder.

He pushed me, catching his breath. He shook his head as his tears fell down. “I can’t believe you did this to me…” he whispered before he left.

I just stood there, crying. I don’t know what will happen to me, but this child… I will keep him or her no matter what.

I tried to compose myself. I didn’t know what to do. My mom was suffering from a brain tumor. She'd surely be disappointed with me. I didn’t want to put her life in danger just because of me. How was she gonna react if I told her that I was pregnant? I’d surely break her.

I gasped when I suddenly heard a glass shattering from the kitchen. I went out to see what that was, but horror filled me when I saw my mom on the floor, having a seizure.

“Mom!”

My world fell apart as we rushed Mom to the hospital. I thought her medications were helping her brain tumor, but this happened. The doctor told me that she had to undergo surgery as soon as possible.

I bit my lip as I waited for Thea to answer my call. I asked for some help, but she said she doesn’t have extra money right now.

“Wait, how much do you want to save your mother?” she asked when I was about to end the call.

“I need to save her no matter what, Thea. I love my mom. I don’t know what I’d do without her. She’s all I have. But I understand if you can’t help me right now. You have helped me a lot of times before—“.

“Are you willing to do everything for her?”

“What do you mean? You know I’ll do everything for my mother.”

“Meet me at the nearest coffee shop. I’ll be there in a minute.” She ended the call without waiting for my response.

Despite confusion, I went to the coffee shop Thea was pertaining to. I waited for almost ten minutes before she arrived. As I listened to her proposal, I didn't even know what to say. I ended up letting out an awkward laugh.

“Thea, this is ridiculous. You know that I can never do that.”

“But you need money! This is the solution to your problem, Andra. If you don’t want this, then okay, but don’t ever go to me, crying, if something happens to your mother.”

I bit my lip. “I-I have never done this…”

“This is for your mother. $20,000 is no joke. Where will you even find such a huge amount of money? Being a fucking stripper is the answer!”

The idea of being a stripper made my stomach churn. But Mom needs me. Could I really do this?

But then, at this point, I have no right to ask what I can do, or cannot. There’s no turning back now as the pulsating beat of the music intensifies and the spotlight hits the stage. I emerge from behind the shimmering curtain, exuding confidence and allure.

The moment I step into the light, the crowd erupts into a chorus, chanting my stage name. “Scarlett! Scarlett!”

Each move I take, I remind myself that this is for my mother…

“That was such a hot performance for a first-timer like you, Andra!” Thea smiled at me. Until now, I still can’t believe that this is her secret job.

I smiled awkwardly. I don’t even know if I should take that as a compliment.

“Come on! Loosen up a bit! You did great! And you know what? A VIP requested a private dance.”

My eyes widened. “W-What? I am not ready for that—“

“He offered $20,000. He is even willing to make it $50,000 if it’s not enough. Just do it. You don’t have to be here tomorrow if you accept the private dance, Andra. You wouldn’t need to worry about your mother’s surgery anymore.”

I’ve thought about it. She’s right. But am I ready? It doesn’t matter if I am. I should do it. I need to. For my mom…

I held my stomach, caressed it as I let out a deep sigh. “Okay. I’ll do it.”

As I approached the door guarded by two imposing figures in tailored suits, one of them nodded and opened it for me.

I saw my client, sitting on the black velvet couch. His tailored suit was impeccable. There was an aura of authority about him. I took a deep breath, feeling the weight of his stare as I moved to the center of the room.

It was hard for me to get a glimpse of his face as he was sitting in the dark corner of the room.

The music began, a slow, sultry rhythm that seemed to fill every corner of the space. I started to move, my body swaying to the beat, but I stopped as soon as he stood up. As he stepped into the faint light filtering through the curtains, his features gradually became discernible. The coldness crept in like a silent intruder when I recognized him.

“No…” I whispered as I took a step back.

The air thickened with tension as he walked, each step echoing authority and command. His presence was a paradox—devastatingly handsome yet menacing.

He smirked. “Nice to see you again…”

“W-What are you doing here?”

He stopped, leaving some distance between us.

“No. I should ask you that. What are you doing here?” he fired back.

“What do you want from me? Who are you?!”

He ignored my question, instead, he asked, “Why did you leave me the next morning?”

“Y-You raped me!”

He chuckled, a deep, menacing sound. “What did you say?”

“You raped me! I’m gonna call the police! You’ll rot in jail!”

“You sucked my dick like a dirty whore. You begged me to lick your pussy. You let me fuck you that night. Is that how you define rape?”

My face burned. “S-Stop! You took advantage of me knowing I was drunk!”

I took a step backward when he started walking towards me, but my back hit the wall.

“We can watch it together just so you can remember what happened that night… so you would know that no one was abused…” he whispered, leaning down on me. He stared at me, and I couldn’t help but stare back. His features were sculpted as if by an artist’s hand. A strong jawline, high cheekbones, and piercing blue eyes that held a glint of cold calculation. His raven-black hair, slicked back, added to his polished yet perilous aura, but I have to remind myself that no matter how good-looking this man is, he is nothing but a danger.

“W-Who are you? Why were you in Lucas’ apartment? We broke up because of you! You ruined my life!” I hissed as I pushed his chest, but he didn’t even budge.

Instead, he held both of my hands. His touch was unexpectedly gentle. His gaze was intense, penetrating, as if he could see right through me.

“Wanna watch our video so you can remember what happened that night? Hmm?” he whispered huskily.

“W-What video?”

My gaze went to the huge TV mounted in the wall when a sound came from it. And there, I saw myself, sucking some man’s cock desperately like my life depended on it.

My face paled. “N-No.”

“You love sucking my cock, don’t you?” he whispered softly.

“No! Stop!” I yelled as I pushed him away. The sound of my own moans together with his groans from the speakers were drowning me.

Without me even noticing it, he was already behind me, imprisoning me in his arms.

“Watch how you desperately begged for my cock. I want you to remember how I drove you insane that night,” he growled, his grip tightening painfully around my waist.

I felt his large palm cupping my breast. Instantly, it sends shivers of heat racing across my skin, a wildfire of sensation that consumes every inch of me.

“Please…” I whispered, not knowing what I was begging for.

I should push him away, but my body betrayed me, responding to his every move with an intensity I couldn’t control.

“Stop being a hypocrite, and be a good whore for me, but I really hate how you moaned someone else’s name that night.” His eyes bore into mine, a mix of anger and lust swirling within them.

“W-What do you want from me?”

“I want all of you. Every fucking thing you have, especially this little piece of pussy.”

“Y-You’re crazy! Let me go!”

I successfully freed myself from him. Gasping, I glared at him, but he just smirked as though he enjoyed seeing me miserable.

“Why were you in Lucas’ apartment?”

He just stared at me.

“Answer me! Why were you there that night?! And why are you here?! Are you following me?!”

“Is it my fault that you’re here in my territory?”

“Territory? What are you talking about?” Slowly, I realized what he meant. Does he… own this place?

He grabbed me by my waist and pressed his body against mine.

“You need money, don’t you? Why not spend the night with me? Why not suck my cock again? I’m sure you miss this cock inside you.”

“Shut up! I don’t need your money!”

“What do you want, then? An island? A fucking mansion? Diamonds? Name it. I’ll give it to you. Just let me taste you again. Please, I miss you…” he whispered the last words.

I spat on his face, but he just smirked as he wiped it off. My eyes widened when he licked his finger with my spit on it.

“You’re sick!”

Despite my trembling knees, I managed to push him away and run towards the door. But before I opened it, I heard him say something.

“Threvo. That’s the name you should be moaning when I fuck you again.”