The Mafia Princess Return (Talia) novel Chapter 258

**Chapter 258.**

**Theo’s POV.**

I can hardly wrap my mind around it—my twin sister is pregnant with twins! This revelation feels surreal, and without a doubt, it stands as the most incredible birthday gift I could ever wish for.

Sure, I have my thoughts about my sister’s romantic life, but let’s face it, we all know it’s a reality. What truly matters to me is that the men she chooses treat her with the respect and care she deserves.

The thought of becoming an uncle fills me with an overwhelming sense of joy. I swear, I will strive to be the best uncle my sister could ever hope for, especially for her little ones. I can already picture the friendly competition that will arise among our family and friends, all eager to prove who can be the most fun and supportive. It’s going to be a fascinating time ahead of us.

Talia is already well into her second trimester, if I’m not mistaken—she’s about 15 weeks along now. Wait a second… I need to think this through a bit more…

“Fratello, are you alright? You seem lost in thought,” Talia’s sweet, angelic voice gently pulled me from my reverie.

We were gathered around the dining table, the remnants of lunch still scattered about, with some family members still enjoying their meals.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I was just reflecting on how you’re already in your second trimester,” I replied, a smile spreading across my face as I looked at her.

Talia met my gaze, her own smile brightening the room. “Yes, that’s right,” she confirmed, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

“And if you’re 15 weeks along now…” I trailed off, my mind racing as I tried to piece everything together.

“Yes, the night I returned from Boston after Cillian had taken me is the night you’re thinking about,” Talia said, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, just loud enough for those close to hear.

“Are you absolutely sure he didn’t do anything inappropriate while you were with him?” I asked, my voice low and filled with concern. As I mentally counted the weeks, my heart began to race, knowing it was around that time.

I reminded myself that we had the recording, and her chip would have detected any foul play, yet Dina and Leon hadn’t mentioned anything alarming. Still, I needed Talia to unequivocally confirm that one of her guys was the father of the babies.

“You all heard the recording, right? I kicked Cillian out of the room before I took a shower when we were on the yacht. He didn’t come back until I unlocked the door the next morning,” Talia explained, a smile still playing on her lips.

“We can vouch for that. Gabriel and I were standing guard outside Talia’s room on the boat, making sure nobody got too close,” Tommy chimed in from across the table, a grin on his face.

“Talia’s right; Cillian didn’t have the chance to do anything like that. The last time he tried anything was before I came back here, before I ran away,” she said, her tone serious yet reassuring. “Trust me, fratello, one of my guys is the biological father of the twins.”

Her words felt like a weight lifting off my shoulders. I could see she understood how much I needed that confirmation.

“Good, that puts my mind at ease,” I replied, pulling my twin sister into a tighter embrace, resting my head on top of hers.

Cillian was gone now. We had all gotten our revenge on him—every family member, whether related by blood or not, had taken their turn. It was Luke who ultimately ended Cillian’s life, just as he had done with Maddie. He had sliced his throat, letting him bleed out.

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