The Gangster's wife (When love crosses boundaries)

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Several days had passed since the emotional confrontation between Andrew, Siddharth, and Phoenix. Andrew had decided to distance himself from the situation, seeking solace and a fresh start in the bustling city of New York. He had left Mexico, not wanting to witness the daily reminder of Siddharth and Phoenix's happiness.

Andrew sat alone in his luxurious penthouse, a glass of scotch in his hand, his thoughts consumed by the events that had unfolded. The dimly lit room reflected the heaviness in his heart, and the silence allowed his mind to wander.

As he contemplated the choices he had made and the consequences he now faced, Reyansh, Andrew's trusted confidant and right-hand man, entered the room. Reyansh had been a constant presence in Andrew's life, providing unwavering loyalty and support.

Seeing Reyansh's concerned expression, Andrew knew that he had something important to share. Reyansh approached Andrew cautiously, his voice laced with worry.

"Drew, I've been trying to reach you for days. I came across some news that left me astonished. I couldn't believe what I saw," Reyansh said, his eyes searching Andrew's face for a reaction.

Andrew took a sip of his scotch, his gaze distant. "Yes, Siddharth and Phoenix got married," he replied, his voice tinged with a mix of resignation and pain. "And Phoenix is three months pregnant."

Reyansh's shock was evident, his usually composed demeanor faltering for a moment. He had been privy to the depth of love that Andrew and Phoenix once shared, and the news of their separation and Phoenix's new life hit him hard.

"But, Andrew, how did it come to this? How did everything change so drastically?" Reyansh asked, his voice filled with genuine concern.

Andrew sighed, his eyes focused on a distant point in the room. "Life has a way of taking unexpected turns, Reyansh. Phoenix and I, we were torn apart by circumstances and our own choices. I have to accept the consequences of my actions."

Reyansh placed a hand on Andrew's shoulder, a gesture of comfort and support. "I understand, Drew. But it's never too late to make amends, to fight for what you truly want. Love has a way of healing wounds and bringing people back together."

" Reyansh, Here there is no enemy standing in front of me but my brother whom I love! whose child is growing in the womb of the girl we both love " Andrew gulps the emotions with the sip of scotch.

Reyansh's eyes widened in sudden astonishment as he processed Andrew's words. A wave of confusion and realization coursed through his veins, interrupting his train of thought.

"Wait a minute," Reyansh interjected, his voice filled with a mix of surprise and concern. "If Phoenix is three months pregnant, but Siddharth has been by my side for the past three months, then... how is it possible?"

Andrew's brow furrowed as he paused to grasp the implications of Reyansh's words. The room fell into a heavy silence as both men exchanged bewildered glances.

Andrew's mind raced as he tried to piece together the puzzle. Just then he realised, " Rey, Sidhhart isn't the father of the baby but the pregnancy is the cruelty of Liam's ruthlessness and the pain that she endured when we got seperated!!! "

Reyansh's voice trembled with disbelief as he looked at Andrew, "Drew, are you kidding me? Liam Ambrosia, the notorious figure from Ambrosia Empire? The one I made sterile for life during our fight when he stole your gold in Turkey?"

Andrew's eyes widened in shock, his mind racing to process this revelation. He tried to recall the events from that tumultuous time, and a realization washed over him like a tidal wave. "I... I remember now. Sid mentioned Liam's name when he talked about Phoenix's past. But it couldn't be possible. We made sure Liam could never have children."

Reyansh nodded emphatically, his voice filled with urgency. "Drew, I know for a fact that we took every measure to ensure Liam's sterility. I was there when it happened. We can't ignore this, we need to get to the bottom of it."

In a state of confusion and disbelief, Andrew reached for his phone, his hands trembling as he dialed Marcus's number. A trusted physician who had been privy to their secrets for years. He needed to confirm this revelation, to seek clarity in the chaos that surrounded them. With every passing second, the weight of the truth bore down on him.

As the call connected, Andrew's voice shook, "Marcus, it's Drew. We need to talk about Liam's sterility. Can you confirm it again? We need to be certain."

There was a brief silence on the line before Marcus spoke with a mix of shock and concern, "Drew, I still have Liam's medical records, including the evidence of his sterility. I can pull them up right now."

Relief and anxiety intertwined within Andrew's heart as he eagerly listened to Marcus's words. "Marcus, please check it. We need to know the truth."

Seconds felt like an eternity until Marcus's voice broke the silence once more, carrying a mixture of astonishment and confusion, "Drew, I don't understand it, but you're right. Liam Ambrosia's medical records clearly state that he was sterile. The evidence is still here, on my computer."

Andrew's grip tightened on the phone, his mind reeling from the confirmation he had just received.

Andrew's mind spun with possibilities, his thoughts clouded by a haze of uncertainty. Reyansh's words resonated in his ears, reminding him that he hadn't seen Phoenix in years, making it impossible for him to be the father. The truth eluded him, and the mystery deepened.

Reyansh's voice cut through Andrew's thoughts, filled with determination, "Drew, if Siddhart and Liam aren't the fathers, then who is? We can't leave Phoenix in this state of uncertainty. We need to find the truth."

Andrew's eyes gleamed with a newfound resolve, his voice laced with determination, "Reyansh, we will find the answers. We won't rest until we uncover the truth and put an end to this confusion. No matter what it takes, we owe it to Phoenix to give her the clarity she deserves."

As they stood there, the weight of the unknown bearing down on them, Andrew and Reyansh embarked on a journey to uncover the truth, knowing that their bond would be tested like never before. Little did they know that the answers they sought would unravel a web of secrets and ignite a chain of events that would forever alter their lives.

After a while,

As Andrew, or Drew, reclined in the plush leather seat of his private plane, he gazed out of the window at the mesmerizing expanse of clouds that stretched as far as the eye could see. The rhythmic hum of the jet's engines provided a soothing backdrop to his thoughts, lulling him into a contemplative state.

I can't believe how much has changed, he thought, his eyes fixed on the ever-changing canvas of the sky. It feels like a lifetime ago when Phoenix and I were deeply in love, when nothing else mattered. Now, we're entangled in a complex web of mysteries and lies.

He couldn't escape the memories of their passionate romance, their shared dreams of a life together, and the hope they once held. But somewhere along the way, their world had shattered, leaving him with more questions than answers.

What happened to us? Drew wondered, his eyes narrowing as he delved into the depths of his own past. How did I let go of the woman I loved? The woman who was carrying the child of...

As the plane glided through the skies, Drew's thoughts meandered through the tangled web of emotions. The silence of the cabin allowed him to confront the choices he had made, the actions that had torn their lives apart.

I should have fought harder for our love, he chastised himself. I should have been there for her when she needed me the most. Instead, I let circumstances and misunderstandings drive us apart.

The image of Phoenix, the woman he had adored and lost, haunted him. Her captivating eyes, the warmth of her smile, and the sound of her laughter filled his mind. He yearned to hold her, to feel her presence beside him, but the chasm between them seemed insurmountable.

And now, this enigmatic pregnancy, Drew thought, his brow furrowing. The truth is hidden beneath layers of deceit. It's not Siddharth, it's not Liam, but who is the father of her child? And why was it kept a secret for so long?

The mysteries and uncertainties of his past weighed heavily on Drew's heart.

With a sigh, Drew returned his gaze to the window, the world outside still a blur of clouds. I won't rest until I find the answers, he vowed silently.

As the plane soared through the skies, Drew's determination burned bright, " For Sid's sake … "

As Drew continued to contemplate his turbulent past and the enigma of Phoenix's pregnancy, he was momentarily pulled from his thoughts by the soft swish of the cabin door. Reyansh, Drew's closest confidant, stepped into the private jet with his characteristic composed demeanor.

"Hey, Drew," Reyansh greeted as he settled into the seat across from Drew, his eyes reflecting concern. "The air hostess just told me they have restocked the supply of that Luxe brand whiskey 'Luxe Crown Reserve' you like. Want one?"

Drew nodded, appreciating Reyansh's understanding of his preferences. "Yes, that sounds perfect. Pour one for me, too," he replied, his thoughts still mired in worry.

As the air hostess delivered the Luxe whiskey, Reyansh and Drew raised their glasses in a silent toast before taking a sip. The smooth, aged liquor momentarily eased the weight of their thoughts.

Reyansh observed Drew's furrowed brow and sighed. "Drew, I know you're concerned about Siddharth and Phoenix. He loves her deeply."

Drew leaned back in his seat, his eyes fixed on the golden liquid swirling in his glass. "I know, Rey. But there's something about Phoenix that makes me uneasy. She agreed to marry Siddharth so suddenly, without any hesitation. It's as if she has her own agenda."

Reyansh nodded in understanding. "I get your concerns, Drew, but it's important to give people the benefit of the doubt. Maybe she genuinely cares for Siddharth and it might be a part of her agenda but what's important right now is her pregnancy and who's responsible for that ? "

Drew's thoughts remained troubled, and he finally confided in Reyansh, "I just don't want history to repeat itself, Rey. I've been through too much heartache, and I won't let anything happen to my brother. I won't let anyone hurt him like I was hurt."

Reyansh placed a reassuring hand on Drew's shoulder. "I understand, Drew. We'll keep a close eye on the situation, but for now, let's focus on finding the truth about Phoenix's pregnancy. Once we have that, everything else will fall into place."

Drew nodded, his determination unwavering. "You're right, Rey. We'll unravel this mystery and protect our people, no matter what it takes. But, let's also hope for Siddharth's happiness, even if it means letting go of some of our own fears."

Reyansh smiled, a silent promise of unwavering support. "We're in this together, Drew. We've faced countless storms before, and we'll face this one, too. We'll emerge stronger, and the truth will set us free."

With their glasses of Luxe Crown Reserve whiskey in hand and a shared resolve, Drew and Reyansh turned their attention back,

In the opulent mansion in Mexico, the exquisitely vast and beautiful corridor stretched before Phoenix. Every step she took through its hallowed halls felt like a journey into the past. The memories of her time here with Drew were etched in her mind and heart, and they enveloped her as she walked through the lavish estate.

I remember this place, I thought, my heart heavy with memories. This corridor, it's like a timeline of my life with Drew, with the man I once loved.

The ornate walls, adorned with timeless artwork and plush carpet underfoot, held the whispers of our shared moments. I couldn't help but let the memories wash over me, like vivid flashbacks from the past.

I walked hand in hand with Drew through this corridor, I reminisced, my eyes tracing the intricate details of the grandeur around me. We would steal moments here, away from the world, away from all the chaos and secrets.

I couldn't help but smile as I recalled our stolen glances, our laughter, and the promises we made in the secluded corners of this very corridor. It was a place where we allowed ourselves to dream, where our love felt invincible.

And here, I thought, pausing at a particular spot, this is where Drew first confessed his love to me. I can still feel his warm embrace and the tenderness in his voice as he whispered those three magical words.

The corridor was a witness to our love story, to the passion and the fire that had once burned between us. It was where I had felt the closest to Drew, where our hearts beat in unison.

I miss him, I admitted to myself, my eyes glistening with unshed tears. I miss the man who once held my heart, who made me feel alive and cherished.

As I continued to walk through the corridor, the memories of our love story engulfed me, and for a brief moment, I allowed myself to relive those cherished moments. The past and present intertwined in a dance of bittersweet nostalgia, leaving me with a longing for a time that could never be reclaimed.

The echoes of my footsteps in Drew's mansion corridor spoke of the love we had lost, the secrets that had torn us apart, and the uncertain future that lay ahead. But as I traced the path of our love, I knew that those memories would forever be etched in the walls and in my heart,

In the exquisitely beautiful and luxurious kitchen of Drew's mansion, I found myself standing in a corner, my gaze drawn to a scene from the past that unfolded in my mind like a vivid flashback.

This kitchen, I thought, my eyes drifting to the place where we had spent countless hours together. So many memories, so much laughter, all tucked away in every corner.

And then, like a movie reel, the flashbacks came to life. Drew and I, in the heart of this very kitchen, cooking together. The scent of spices, the sizzle of food in the pan, and the shared moments that defined our love story.

We would cook together, I recalled with a wistful smile, my heart heavy with longing. Drew was the chef, and I was the sous-chef, or so he liked to tease. He'd hand me a spoon, and I'd pretend to be his harshest food critic.

I could see us, laughing and pulling each other's legs as we playfully created culinary masterpieces. The sound of our laughter and the touch of his hand on my waist as he twirled me around in the kitchen, it was all so vivid.

I remember the time we spilled flour all over each other, I reminisced, my eyes dancing with the memory. We ended up in a playful flour fight, and the kitchen turned into a battlefield of love.

As I stood in that corner, those moments played out before me. The way Drew would lean in and steal a quick kiss while checking on the simmering pot, the way he'd whisper sweet nothings as we prepared a meal together. It was in those moments that I felt the depth of our connection, a love that transcended words.

But that love, I thought, a pang of sadness gripping my heart, it's become a distant memory,

I returned to the present, the kitchen bathed in the golden glow of nostalgia. The walls seemed to resonate with our laughter, the counters held the imprints of our shared passion, and the air was heavy with the echoes of a love story that had once thrived in this very space.

As I stood in the corner of Drew's beautiful kitchen, the past and the present coalesced, and

I was so lost in my reverie that I didn't hear Siddharth approaching from behind. Suddenly, strong arms enveloped me, and I gasped in surprise. A smile played on Siddharth's lips as he whispered in my ear, "Wifey, guess what? Big brother Drew is finally returning!"

My heart clenched at the mention of Drew's name, the memories of our past flooding back with renewed intensity. Siddharth's excitement for Drew's return only felt like a painful reminder of the secrets we all harbored.

He gently turned me to face him, his eyes filled with concern as he saw the turmoil in mine. "Hey, what's wrong?" Siddharth asked, pulling me closer. "You've been distant lately, and I can tell something's bothering you."

I tried to muster a smile, but the weight of the past and the uncertainty of the future were too heavy to bear. I shook my head, unable to find the words to express the depth of my feelings.

Siddharth's expression softened as he gently led me to the opulent hall, an oasis of luxury in Drew's mansion. He held me close, his voice filled with reassurance. "Phoenix, I know what you must be thinking, But I want you to know that no matter what it is, we'll face it together. It's going to be alright soon."

Tears welled up in my eyes as Siddharth's words washed over me. He was the only one who knew the truth of our past, the secrets that had torn us apart. And yet, in his love and unwavering support, he gave me a glimmer of hope.

But deep down, I knew that some wounds were too deep to heal, and some secrets too profound to be revealed. As I clung to Siddharth in the opulent hall, I couldn't escape the haunting realization that, for me, it might never be alright again.

As Drew's private jet touched down on the tarmac in Mexico, a palpable sense of authority and might radiated from him. The moment the plane's door opened, government officials, and influential figures from various organizations were already waiting impatiently, hoping for just a brief five-minute audience with the man who was known as the apex of the dark mafia world.

They clamored for his attention, desperate to discuss matters of great importance, but Drew had other plans. With each measured step he took, it was as if the ground beneath him quaked in deference to his power. The officials' desperate pleas and the big men's urgent demands echoed in the air, but Drew's entourage of guards, each handpicked for their unwavering loyalty and formidable abilities, stopped them in their tracks.

One high-ranking government official, with beads of sweat forming on his forehead, pleaded, "Mr. Drew, we just need five minutes of your time for a matter of national security!"

But Drew continued his powerful stride, seemingly unaffected by the urgency in the voices that sought his audience. He knew that his presence alone held more sway than any meeting.

The entourage of government officials and bigwigs were left to watch in awe and desperation as Drew's immense power was on full display. He was a force to be reckoned with, and his actions spoke louder than any words. In the world of dark mafia and clandestine dealings, Drew's authority reigned supreme, and there was no denying the magnitude of his influence.