Hunting The Mafia Heir,Carrying His Twins

“Baby!” I called out excitedly as I pushed the office door open without knocking.

The moment I stepped inside, I froze.

What I saw in front of me didn’t make sense at all. For a second, I honestly thought my eyes were playing tricks on me.

Marcus was there, sitting comfortably like nothing was wrong… and on top of him was a blonde woman.

They were both so lost in what they were doing that they didn’t even notice I had walked in. It felt like time stopped, like my brain refused to accept what I was seeing.

“Marcus!” I yelled again, this time louder and filled with anger.

My hands shook as I threw the lunch I had carefully packed for him onto the floor. The container burst open on impact, the food spilling everywhere.

“What is this nonsense? Marcus, what is going on? And who the hell are you?” I snapped, turning sharply to the woman.

Before I could even think twice, I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her away from him. Anger took over me completely. I raised my hand, ready to slap her—

But Marcus moved quickly.

He caught my hand mid-air before it could land on her face, his grip tight around my wrist.

“And what do you think you’re doing, Alicia?” he asked coldly.

I stared at him in shock.

For a moment, I wondered if this was really the same man I was about to marry. My fiancé. The man I thought I knew.

Then I looked at the woman again.

She had a smirk on her face, like she was enjoying every second of this.

“Marcus…” I said, my voice shaking and breaking. “We’re getting married at the end of this month… What is this?”

Instead of answering my question, he let go of my hand roughly and frowned at me.

“What are you doing here, Alicia?” he asked, like I was the one who had done something wrong. “I don’t remember asking you to come to my office today.”

The words hit harder than I expected.

He walked past me and went straight to the blonde woman. His expression changed immediately—soft, concerned… gentle.

“Did she hurt you?” he asked her.

That question hit me harder than anything else.

I couldn’t even remember the last time Marcus had asked me if I was okay.

“Marcus, I brought you lunch,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady even though I felt like I was falling apart.

My chest tightened painfully.

“Is this what you do here every day? Is this why you come home late? Is this why you don’t answer my calls?”

I stepped closer and grabbed his shirt, desperation taking over.

“Answer me, Marcus!”

“Stop this madness, Alicia!” he snapped, raising his voice. His tone was harsh, sharp—embarrassing.

“Must you always come here and disgrace me?”

I stepped back slightly, confused and hurt.

“What do you mean?” I asked quietly.

He looked me up and down, his face full of judgment.

“Since you decided to come here with that silly lunch, couldn’t you at least dress better?” he said. “Something more feminine. Something that shows your curves. Something that makes you look like a proper woman.”

Each word felt like a blade cutting into me.

“But no,” he continued, scoffing, “you had to come dressed like this—showing everyone that you’re a police officer. Always acting tough. Always acting like a man.”

“Marcus, I’m on duty today,” I said, trying not to cry. My voice was weaker now. “Who is she? Who is this woman?” I asked again, pointing at the blonde lady.

Marcus rolled his eyes, clearly irritated.

“Alright then, Alicia,” he said sarcastically. “Since you’re so proud of your job, you can march out of my office with your boots and go do your duty.”

He paused, then added coldly,

“And while you’re at it… start getting used to seeing her.”

My heart skipped.

“What…?” I whispered.

He didn’t even hesitate.

“She’s not going anywhere,” he said bluntly. “In fact, you might want to learn how to behave around her. You caused enough embarrassment already.”

The room felt like it was spinning.

“So that’s it?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “After everything… this is what I mean to you?….Tricia has always been right but I keep making excuses for a loser just like you all the time.”

Marcus didn’t answer. He completely ignored my statement.

He simply turned back to the woman, adjusting her hair gently like I wasn’t even there.

That silence said everything.

I let out a shaky breath, forcing myself to stand straight even though I felt like breaking apart.

“Alright,” I said quietly.

Neither of them responded.

I bent down slowly, picking up the lunch container I had made with so much care just hours ago. The food was ruined now—just like everything else.

For a moment, I stood there, staring at it.

Then I dropped it back on the floor.

“I hope she’s worth it,” I said, my voice calm now—too calm.

Still, no response.

I turned and walked toward the door, each step heavier than the last.

But just as I reached it, I paused.

Without turning back, I spoke one last time.

“You didn’t just cheat on me today, Marcus,” I said quietly. “You showed me exactly who you are.”

And this time… I didn’t wait for an answer.

I walked out With nowhere in mind to go to but I knew I couldn’t spend another minute in that office.

“The b*tch is gone now, baby… let’s continue what we were doing,” Rosalie said, moving closer to Marcus and reaching for his trousers with a bold smile.

But before she could go any further, Marcus suddenly grabbed her hand and stopped her.

“Get up,” he said sharply.

His tone had changed completely. It was no longer playful or relaxed. It was cold and serious, almost dangerous.

“Ouch!” Rosalie cried out as she felt his grip tighten, not on her hand this time, but around her neck. She tried to pull away, her eyes widening in shock. “What is this?” she asked, clearly confused and uncomfortable.

“Now listen carefully,” Marcus began, his voice low but firm. “I will not have you insult Alicia. Do you understand me?”

Rosalie struggled against his hold, trying to free herself. “But you hate her…” she said, her voice strained. “So why are you—just let me go already!”

“Yes, I hate her,” Marcus replied w