OWNED BY THE MAFIA TWINS

The pregnancy report lay on the floor in front of me, a cruel reminder of the life I had imagined, the future I had dreamed of. I reached for it with trembling hands, clutching it to my chest as if it could somehow protect me from the pain. But it couldn’t. Nothing could. I didn't know how long I sat there, crying until I had no tears left. The house was silent again, but it was a different kind of silence now—heavy and oppressive, like a weight pressing down on my chest. Eventually, I forced myself to stand, my legs shaky and unsteady. I walked to the bed, staring at the rumpled sheets, the evidence of their affair. My stomach churned, and a gurgling feeling to retch filled my insides and I turned to the bathroom, my stomach twisting even more at the sight before me. Condoms, panties, drugs... Everything was in full display before me, and I could only close my eyes, throwing up everything inside me. Before walking back into the bedroom. I grabbed the sheets, yanking them off

Aurora's pov "Diego," I called, crawling after him, my knees scraping the jagged floor of the house."Please let me keep this baby, I'll do anything you want, derive it if everything you own, I—I won't make any noise about you and Lillian, please just let me keep this one..." I begged, my throat clutching at the desperate plea to him.He stared down at me, running his eyes considerably over my already ragged body before speaking."Okay.""Okay," That one word sounded like he was giving me a lease on life, to let me keep our child...his child."T—thank you," I muttered, grabbing his feet as I bowed down to him.He yanked his feet from my grasp and turned to me, staring down at me."I'm bringing Lillian back to the house with me tonight, I need you to make her favorite broccoli and sausage, if she makes one complaint, you won't lose that baby but I'll make you wish that you did," He threatened before walking out of the room.I dragged my battered body up from the floor, taking in frant

Aurora's POV My body jerked awake, with a splitting headache, a terribly aching body, and blinding lights."Mr. Cavarallo," The steady voice of a man filtered through my ears."Quit the formalities, I need you to do everything you can to make sure she doesn't die," One of the men who...My head spilled again, the nerve-wracking memories of how I got here made my stomach tighten and I could feel blood trickle down from between my legs again.Wait! Wasn't I supposed to be dead"You're covered in blood Mr Cavarallo..." "Save her and quit asking stupid questions," another one of the men growled."She cannot make it, Mr Cavarallo, she's already dead and it'll be just a waste of time to have her taken into surgery," I wanted to scream, to tell them that I was still alive, but my throat was raw, and my body refused to move. Panic surged through me as I struggled to make a sound—anything to let them know I wasn’t gone. My fingers twitched, but it wasn’t enough."Save her or I'll make sure

Nestore's pov "Mr...""Nestore," I replied, saving the doctor the stress of having to identify Nevio and I "I'm really sorry, but you might have to put aside this conversation until she's fully healed," He said, and I watched with a lazy smirk as Nevio and the little woman turned their gaze to him"She's already bleeding at the moment and if she strains herself any further, she might start bleeding uncontrollably and she might have to fall into a coma or even —die," he explained and a thin line spread on my lips, at the reaction on Aurora's face."What do you mean by again, I haven't been in...ahh," She screamed, it was either a rupture or a pain in her stomach."Shut your mouth Little girl, you don't want to feel something else than the pain you are in," Nevio cut in on her."You've been in a coma for a month ma'am," The doctor explained, her face turned into a sheet of pale white and ashen blue."That's impossible, I cannot...""Shut up!" I growled, watching as her body shuddered

Nestore's pov "Drive to the Tariq's" I said to the chauffeur as we stepped into the car."Mr Cavarallo," The chauffeur paused, instead of driving."Why aren't you driving?" Nevio asked, inching a brow up questioningly."There is a party at the Tariq's, a family dinner of some sort and all the family is gathered at the club, should I still drive?"I turned to Nevio who chuckled, shaking his head. "A family dinner, huh?" He leaned back against the seat, tapping his fingers against his knee. "How convenient."I smirked, catching his train of thought. "Then let’s crash the party."The chauffeur hesitated for a second before nodding. "Understood, Mr. Cavarallo."The car pulled away from the warehouse, gliding smoothly through the dimly lit streets. The city was alive, neon lights reflecting off the pavement, the distant hum of music and laughter filling the air. But our destination was anything but lighthearted.I checked my watch. "How many guards?""Club’s on lockdown. They know someon