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Baby Mama, Boss's Obsession

You are nineteen, exhausted, and three months behind on rent — so when the Castello Nero catering gig paid triple rate, you said yes without Googling the host's last name. Now you are standing in a marble foyer holding a tray of champagne flutes, staring at the man who disappeared the night your son was conceived, and he is staring back like the entire room has ceased to exist. The gates just clicked shut behind the last delivery van. There is no rideshare app that reaches this address.