Transmigrated as the Youngest son of the Mafia's don.

CHAPTER 7;FOUR LITTLE SECRETS

Anna’s POV

For the past few days, I hadn't been feeling like myself.

At first, I blamed it on exhaustion. Running the flower shop, managing the daily orders, and keeping up with my self-defence lessons had become quite demanding. But when the nausea and dizziness refused to go away, I decided it was time to visit the local hospital.

I hadn't expected the doctor to give me such shocking news.

"Four months?" I repeated, staring at the medical report in my hands.

"Yes, Miss Ashley."

I looked up at him, completely bewildered.

"Doctor, are you sure? There must be some mistake. You have to be wrong about this."

He gave me a reassuring smile.

"I'm afraid I'm not. You're four months pregnant, and you're carrying quadruplets."

Quadruplets,the word echoed in my head.I stared at the report again, struggling to process what I had just heard.

Ashley,that was the name I had taken after escaping the Moretti family. It belonged to one of the girls who had died in that terrible place Rosa called the Den.

Just remembering it made my stomach tighten. Rosa had kept most of her captives there, both men and women, treating them as objects for the entertainment of wealthy and powerful people.

I had borrowed the identity of one of the girls who never made it out. It was the safest way to disappear and now, under that name, I was carrying four babies.

I walked out of the doctor's office in a daze. Ryan was waiting for me outside, leaning against the wall with his arms folded.

The moment he saw my expression, he straightened.

"Anna? Is everything all right?"

I let out a shaky sigh and handed him the medical report.He took it casually at first, but his expression changed as he read through it,"You're pregnant?"

I nodded,his eyes moved back to the report,"Quadruplets?"

I nodded again.For a few seconds, he simply stared at me then he looked up.

"Do you know who the father is?"

"Yes," I answered quietly.

He studied my face, waiting for me to say more.

"But he's done enough for me already. He helped me when I needed it most, and I don't want to drag him into my problems. He can't find out about this, Ryan. Not now."

Ryan's expression hardened.

"As long as it's not one of those bastards who had their way with you, that's fine. I've been wondering who the father could be, and I was already thinking about who I needed to kill and I'm glad it wasn't any of them."

I couldn't help giggling at his expression,"Ryan!"

"What?" he asked, looking completely serious. "You can't expect me not to worry."

I shook my head, still smiling but beneath my amusement, I knew he wasn't joking.Ryan had seen enough of what I had suffered to understand why the thought of someone hurting me again made him angry.

I placed a hand over my stomach,four babies.I had no idea what the future held, or how I would manage to raise four children while keeping my identity hidden but one thing was certain.

Whatever happened, I would protect them.They were mine, and no one would ever take them away from me.Ryan stayed by my side throughout my pregnancy, and I couldn't have asked for a more dependable person.

Over time, my self-defence skills improved considerably. I was no longer the helpless girl who couldn't protect herself. I had also become quite skilled with firearms, thanks to Ryan's patient training.

Beneath the house, we had converted an unused space into a basement where we stored our weapons and other security equipment. It became my personal training ground. I practised almost every day, determined never to find myself in a situation where I couldn't defend myself again.

Meanwhile, the flower shop was doing better than I had anticipated.Our reputation had gradually spread beyond the village, and we were beginning to receive orders from neighbouring towns. Between the growing business and my pregnancy, however, I could no longer handle everything alone.

I needed an extra pair of hands but after everything I had experienced, trusting a stranger wasn't something I took lightly. I asked Ryan to help me conduct background checks on anyone who applied.

A few days later, a young woman walked into the shop for an interview.

"Good morning," she greeted politely. "I'm here about the job."

I smiled and gestured towards the chair opposite me,"Please, have a seat."

Her name was Mary. She looked young, though the tiredness in her eyes made her seem much older. She also had a little boy with her, around five years old, who stayed close to her side throughout the interview.

I noticed her worn-out clothes and the way she kept glancing at her son, almost as though she was afraid someone might take him away.

She seemed desperate for the job, but I didn't want to make assumptions.We spoke for a while, and I found her polite and surprisingly knowledgeable about flowers. She answered my questions carefully and seemed eager to learn.

"I hope you don't mind me asking," I said gently. "Would you be comfortable working with your son around occasionally?"

Her eyes widened slightly,"Really? You wouldn't mind?"

"Of course not. As long as you can manage your responsibilities, I don't see a problem."

She lowered her head, visibly relieved.After she left, I asked Ryan to look into her background.The report he brought me later that evening was heartbreaking.

Mary had recently escaped an abusive home. Her stepfather had repeatedly assaulted her, and he was also the biological father of her little boy.I stared at the information for a long moment, feeling a familiar ache in my chest.

Another woman who had been failed by the people who were supposed to protect her.I knew what it meant to have your freedom taken away. I knew what it felt like to be treated as though your life belonged to someone else.

Perhaps that was why I couldn't turn her away so I decided to hire her.Mary turned out to be an excellent employee. She was hardworking, attentive, and quick to understand what customers wanted. Within a short time, she had become comfortable managing the shop, and I gradually entrusted more responsibilities to her.

As my belly grew bigger, I began spending less time at the counter and more time resting at home.Mary handled most of the daily operations, while Ryan continued helping with deliveries and security.

For the first time in a long while, I felt as though I was building something stable.I had a home, a business, people I could depend on, and four little lives growing inside me.It wasn't the life I had imagined for myself, but it was one I had fought hard to earn and I wasn't going to let anyone take it away.