He's my son

Matteo is seated in his vast and elegant study room, he radiates an intoxicating mix of dominance and confidence. His chiseled features are on display. His dark, tousled hair fell slightly over his forehead, adding to his rugged appeal, while his deep-set eyes, framed by thick eyebrows, hold a brooding intensity, his slightly furrowed brow adds to his mysterious and intense aura, which made him dangerously irresistible.

Dressed in a fitted black button-down, the top buttons undone to reveal the inked lines of his hidden tattoo, he exuded effortless confidence. His muscular arms, sculpted and adorned with intricate tattoos, rested lazily on the armrest of the deep, leather chair.

The air smelled faintly of leather and aged whiskey, but right then, even the rich scent did nothing to settle the storm brewing inside him. He swirled the wine in his hand, his mind lost in thoughts of Amelia and the DNA result he was to receive today.

“Sir?” Asad called out, followed by his mute knock.

“Come in," Matteo said, his voice deep and commanding.

Asad pushed the door open and stepped inside, his expression unreadable. Asad was always calm, composed, unreadable, the perfect assistant.

“Here is it, sir.” Asad said, stepping forward and placing a sealed envelope on Matteo's desk.

Matteo's gaze flickered to it, his heart slamming hard against his ribs. His fingers tightened around the glass before he deliberately set it down.

“Did you check it?”

“No. You need to see it yourself.”

Matteo was trying to act calm as he flexed and picked up the sealed envelope. For the first time in years, he felt frightened–Scared it might not be his son, yet scared he might be his son. He steadily tore the envelope open, and brought it closer. His eyes scanned the document, reading the undeniable truth written in black and white.

Leo was his blood. His son.

A strange sensation twisted inside him, unfamiliar and raw. All arrows pointed at Leo being his son, but seeing it confirmed, knowing that Amelia had carried his child all these years and even trained him alone, changed everything.

He let out a slow breath, setting the paper down. His jaw come clenched, a flicker of something soft and unsettled flashing in his eyes.

“He's my son,” he murmured, more to himself than to Asad. “She…she raised him alone even without knowing his father.”

His voice was soft, a quiet admiration laced in his tone.

“I knew it.” Asad smiled. “Congratulations.”

“What now?” Asad asked, watching his boss closely.

Matteo leaned back, a smirk curling at the corner of his lips. His smoldering gaze locked onto the paper, soft, and full of unspoken promises. The way he sat—legs slightly spread, back relaxed, yet exuding an air of control—made it clear that he was a man used to getting what he wanted. And at this moment, there was no doubt—he knew exactly what, or who, he wanted next.

“Now?” His voice was smooth, laced with something dangerously enticing. “I'm going to make her mine and our son.” His gaze darkened, his fingers tapping against the document. “I'll make sure she won't run this time. There's nowhere to run anymore.” He murmured, more to himself.

Few moments of silence passed before he reached for his wine, taking a slow sip, his smirk deepening.

“Have the estate close to the guest accomodation prepared, I'll be moving in there.” He said to Asad, who nodded and left.

Matteo opened a drawer and brought out two files —Amelia’s work file and her file before she left the country.

The difference was very clear. She changed a lot. Not only did she make the perfect mother, she was also excellent in her profession, Matteo couldn't help but feel proud.

It wasn't long before Asad returned, his expression furrowed with hesitation.

“What is the matter?” Matteo asked.

“Miss Amelia had moved out from the guest accomodation.”

Matteo immediately frowned, “What? When?”

Just before Asad could reply, Matteo's phone buzzed on the desk. He debated between ignoring the call accepting it since it was an unknown number.

He eventually answered it and Leo’s tiny voice was heard from the other end.

“Hello uncle Matt,”

Matteo stiffened for a moment, before his expression immediately softened.

“Hello Leo, how are you doing?” He said, careful with the choice of words to use.

His heart was beating rapidly. Confirming Leo was his son and speaking to him after it was on a whole different level.

“I'm fine, uncle Matt. What about you?”

“I'm fine, Leo. How's your mom..I…I.. mean, why did you call?”

Leo's laughter was heard at the other end, a sound so sweet, innocent and contagious, Matteo couldn't help but smile.

“You want to talk to my mom, don't you? I'll call her over right away.” Leo said, his voice teasing.

Now, Asad couldn't help pausing his lips into a deep line, In order to force back his laughter.

“Mom! Mom! Please, come over here. Uncle Matt want to speak with you, didn't you have something you want to tell him?” Matt called his mom over the phone.

Matteo pinched his brows, his eyes smiling.

The little boy was smart, he didn't state that it was him who called Matteo but twisted it and it made Matteo smile. At least he was sure Leo was going to be on his side and would make things with Amelia easier.

“Leo, what is it?” Amelia's voice echoed in the background.

“Uncle Matt wants to speak with you, come closer. You wanted to tell him something, right?”

Matteo could already imagine the slight knitting of Amelia's brows. She must be confused why he had called, meanwhile it was their son that called him.

“I'll switch it to a video call, so you can see how beautiful my mom is.” Leo said in a hush tone, that only he and Matteo could hear.

Matteo winked at Leo, one that promised loads of sweets and cookies, as soon as he switched to a video call.

“Okay, Uncle Matt, I'll give my mommy the phone now.” Leo said and handed the phone to Amelia who was awed and clearly confused.