Barren Wife? I Carry The Mafia Heirs

decree was laid down: the mother of my husband's f

my best friend Serena appeared in a h

paternity report

vorce papers

three years of barrenness, immediatel

and ordered the Syndicate soldiers to

I was finally pregnant, my father-in-law actually drew his

lley clinic for a forced abortion, claimi

ly surrounding me, my hear

ad served this family with perfect loyalty, yet they w

m my brow and let out

the raw diagnostic files from Serena's delivery, ready to show them e

pte

eri

gany. I stood before the casket of Vittorio Falcone, a man whose name was a currency of fear, and I froze.

papers," she his

he Syndicate to execute me for being a barren queen, w

ore his heart had stopped, he had laid down an ironclad dec

nherit the network of deep-water ports that controlled

urrently thousands of mi

a man whose quiet efficiency in bloodsh

against the cartels, securing our

igh-stakes mafia marriag

womb, unable to conceive the

this better

e scaffolding of our friendship to i

ing nurse. She was draped in a luxurious, blood-red velvet coat over her silk

her delivery in the VIP wing, rig

ng I leave the estate with nothing, and then had the a

ist, she slapped a DNA pater

d the infant share

ng on a single line of clinical text tucked i

rless smile t

already moved into the mai

doors swung open and Carmel

m a breathless servant and her face was fl

g to match the slow, deliberate tick of t

ingle cent of the Falcone assets,"

NA results and warning me to sign the di

aby, marveling at how the in

d ordered the Syndicate S

ere on the spot, to witness the transfe

barren years was a palpable th

ting that Serena would not touc

wd could hear, claiming I had been unfaithfu

r and a former Capo, s

ena, discussing the immediate t

expensive delicacies

mela for uncorking their champagne too early,

es, vowing that Dante's son woul

ions, swearing the infant was

fectly, tearfully offering to do ano

berated me, cementing her belief that t

n the air, ordering the guards to

k with indignation, for maki

oldiers gra

udden, violent twist, I tore my arms from their grip. Th

e toxic family

ant," I lou