Surprise Marriage to a Billionaire-Chapter 365: A Mafia

"I can’t believe those two didn’t come out of their bedroom all day!" Sanya remarked as she sat at the vanity, drying and combing her hair.

William walked up behind her, taking the dryer and comb from her hands. They had just finished a relaxing bath together after lunch at the outdoor pool with the rest of the family.

"Well, can you blame them? If I could, I’d keep you locked in here with me all day too," William teased, making Sanya blush deeply. She couldn’t help but recall the two rounds of lovemaking they had just shared in their bathroom.

"Stop it... You promised we were going out today," she pouted.

"Right, we’ll visit your biological mother. Are you sure you’re ready to face her?" William asked gently.

Sanya bit her lower lip and took a deep breath. Her biological mother’s surgery had been a success, and a private nurse had been assigned to care for her. They had moved her to a private suite at Meta Doctors Hospital, but it had been two days since the operation, and Sanya hadn’t visited her yet.

"It’s fine. I’m ready to see her. I don’t want to put it off any longer," Sanya said with a calm nod.

After drying her hair, she and William left the house and made their way to Meta Doctors Hospital. As they arrived, Sanya’s nerves kicked in. When the car came to a stop, William opened her door, but she didn’t move right away.

"Sanya, we can do this another time if you’re not ready," he said, his voice full of understanding.

She shook her head, determination hardening her features. She stepped out of the car and took William’s hand. "No, I want to do this now. I want to know why she abandoned me. I need to see her and hear the truth, face to face."

William squeezed her hand, his expression softening as he led her inside the hospital. He could sense the weight of her emotions and the resolve in her voice, but he also knew how much this moment meant for her.

They made their way through the hospital’s sleek corridors. As they approached the private suite, Sanya’s heart began to race. Every step felt heavier as if the moment was drawing closer and closer. She wasn’t sure what she expected, but she knew it wouldn’t be easy.

When they reached the door, William paused and gave her hand one last reassuring squeeze before opening the door.

Inside, her biological mother lay in bed, connected to a few monitors but looking remarkably well for someone who had just undergone surgery. The private nurse was sitting beside her, glancing up as they entered.

Her mother’s eyes opened slowly, and she blinked, adjusting to the light. When her gaze landed on Sanya, there was a flicker of recognition and something else, something Sanya couldn’t quite place. Her mother’s face tightened as if bracing for something, but she didn’t speak immediately.

Sanya stepped closer, her voice steady but filled with emotion. "I came to hear the truth. I need to know why you abandoned me," she stated directly.

She was sure she would recognize her without further introduction because she looked exactly like her mother. They were practically a carbon copy, and Sanya bet that, if she looked at her in the future, she would be staring at her own reflection when she got older.

The silence in the room stretched for a moment before her mother’s voice broke through, quiet and strained. "I never wanted to leave you. I thought about you every day. But sometimes... life doesn’t give you the choices you think you have."

Sanya’s breath caught, her emotions swirling inside her as she tried to process the words.

Her mother’s eyes watered, and she reached out a trembling hand. "I’m so sorry. I made mistakes. I couldn’t keep you... I was too weak. But I’ve always loved you, deep in my heart."

Sanya stood still, fighting the lump in her throat. She could feel the sting of tears threatening to spill, but she clenched her jaw and held them back, determined to hear the truth, to understand.

"What do you mean by choices you didn’t have?" Sanya asked, her voice trembling despite her efforts to remain calm. "You could have chosen to have me. You could have kept me. Why did you leave me?"

Her mother’s face twisted in pain, her hand trembling as she struggled to find the right words. The nurse who had been silently watching the exchange now stood at the side, clearly sensing the gravity of the conversation.

"I..." Her mother’s voice broke before she could continue. She took a deep breath and wiped away a stray tear. "Sanya, the truth is... you weren’t supposed to exist."

The words hit Sanya like a cold slap. She felt a chill run through her body, a sense of disbelief, as if she hadn’t heard correctly. She blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of the heavy silence that followed.

"I... I don’t understand." Sanya’s voice cracked slightly. She stepped closer, her emotions flooding in waves. "What do you mean, I wasn’t supposed to exist?"

Her mother’s eyes filled with shame as she looked away, as if unable to meet her daughter’s gaze. "Sanya, I... I was raped. A man who had ties to a crime organization... a mafia. He attacked me. He thought he could take away my dignity, but..." Her voice faltered again as the memory seemed to choke her.

Sanya’s chest tightened, the words sinking into her like a heavy weight. The air seemed to grow thick, suffocating. She couldn’t speak, her heart racing in disbelief and sorrow.

Her biological mother continued, her voice low, full of regret. "The man who did that to me... he didn’t want you to live. He wanted me to abort you, to remove you from my womb. But I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t... I couldn’t take your life. So, I kept you." freewёbnoνel.com

Her mother’s hands clutched the blankets, and Sanya could see the anguish in her eyes, the regret and the pain.

"But I was so afraid. I was terrified for you. For your safety," her mother went on. "That man... he was dangerous. He was a part of a crime organization, a mafia, and he could have done anything to hurt you. I couldn’t risk it. I didn’t have the resources to protect you. So I made the hardest decision of my life."

Her voice broke as she choked on the words. "I left you in an orphanage. I thought it was the only way you’d be safe."

Sanya’s hands shook as she slowly sat down beside her mother, trying to process everything. The pain she had been carrying for years was now being torn apart, piece by piece, each word of the truth more devastating than the last.

Her mother wiped her eyes, struggling to continue. "I thought... I thought if I left you there, you’d be safe. You wouldn’t have to live the life I feared. I had nothing to give you, nothing to protect you with, and I couldn’t let you be in danger because of me."

Sanya’s eyes filled with tears, but she blinked them away, refusing to break down in front of her. The weight of what her mother had gone through, the sacrifice, the fear... it was almost too much to bear.

"You had to give me up to save me?" Sanya whispered, her voice trembling. Her mother nodded, her lips trembling as she reached out to gently touch Sanya’s hand.

"Yes. I loved you, I always have. But I couldn’t keep you. Not with the danger surrounding us, not with the life I was living. I thought if I could just... keep you away from all of that... you’d have a chance to live. To grow up safe, away from him, away from the people who could hurt you."

Sanya weakly sat at her bedside in silence, trying to come to terms with the overwhelming truth. The betrayal of being abandoned, the terror her mother had faced, and the life she had built without her... it was all too much. But there was one thing that rang clear through the chaos: her mother had chosen her life. And despite everything, she had loved her enough to try to give her a better future.

"I can’t imagine how hard that was for you," Sanya whispered, her voice full of raw emotion. "But I understand now. And... I don’t hate you. I just wish... I wish I could’ve known sooner. I wish we could’ve been together."

Her mother’s eyes welled with tears. "I’m so sorry. I never wanted to hurt you. I just wanted you to be safe." The room was heavy with the weight of unspoken pain, but also with a sense of understanding, fragile but real.

Sanya squeezed her mother’s hand, finally allowing herself to weep, the tears falling freely now. "It’s okay," Sanya murmured. "It’s okay now."