Pregnant By The Mafia Don

Arianna’s POV:

Inside the female ward on the second floor of Eastpoll Local Hospital, I wore a white nurse’s dress and served medicine to the sick patients.

Just then, Dr. Amos Martin, a tall, young, brown-skinned man wearing a white coat, black trousers and shoes, rushed into the ward and summoned me.

“Arianna, come over.”

“Yes, Doctor,” I replied, handing over to my colleague. I then followed him to his office, on the last floor of the one-story building.

The atmosphere thickened as Dr. Amos sat in his office chair across from me. He was in charge of my mother’s kidney treatment.

“Dr. Amos, what’s wrong?” I asked, seeing the sorry expression on his face.

“Arianna, I’m sorry. But I have to schedule an immediate transfer for your mother to Milos Private Hospital today.”

“Why, Doctor? It’s expensive, and I cannot afford it,” I complained, but he shook his head.

“They’ve got the best surgeon to help with your mother’s case. Her health is deteriorating fast, and we have to hurry. This will help save her life, and I can guarantee you they will get a matching donor for her.”

“All right,” I agreed, while he scheduled her transfer documents and handed them to me.

Afterward, I stepped out of Dr. Amos’s office and begged my best friend, Edith Landon, to fill in for me.

Edith was my age, as I was a twenty-four-year-old woman. Then, I joined the ambulance and accompanied my mother to Milos Private Hospital.

When we arrived, the magnificent seven-story building was painted white, with doctors and nurses going about their duties.

When the ambulance stopped, the medics arrived and took my mother away. She was on transfer, so the attending doctor read her case and invited me to his office.

“Miss, I’m Dr. Nolan Bodhi. From your mother’s medical report, she has severe kidney failure. We need to get a donor. Everything will cost ten million.”

“What?” I gasped, almost collapsing as I stood in Dr. Nolan’s office.

“Doctor, where can I get such a huge amount?” I asked him, trembling. Tears pooled in my eyes, and he shook his head.

“I don’t know. But you need to act fast and deposit at least eight million before next weekend for your mother’s surgery to start.”

It was Friday, and I knew I had nowhere to raise the money from.

“Doctor, where am I supposed to get that huge amount of money from? I can only afford to deposit five hundred thousand,” I explained to him, but he shook his head.

“That’s the hospital policy. You have to pay the eight million first. After we complete the surgery, you will need to pay the remaining two million balance. So, you need to hurry up to help save your mom, as she’s in a crucial condition,” he concluded, leaving me dumbfounded.

I left the doctor’s office and returned to the fourth-floor private ward where my mother was admitted. Medical supplies were connected to her body.

I moved closer to her bed, my eyes filled with tears and my body trembling.

“Mom, I cannot afford the kidney transplant surgery. Dr. Nolan said that I've to deposit the sum of eight million for the surgery to start. Where am I to get that huge amount of money from?” I asked her, holding her pale right hand as her left wrist was hooked to an IV drip.

My mother, Lilian Maxwell, was full of life before she lost her will to live after my father cheated on her. He kicked her out of the mansion they had both built together with my mother’s sweat and effort, helping him build the Maddox Corporation from scratch.

Yet, Dad was having an illicit affair with another woman. He called her his first love—the woman he was supposed to marry and not my mother.

Dad called my mother the stepping stone who helped build him. After twenty-four years of marriage, he kicked her out of the house like she didn’t matter to him.

“Arianna…” Mom called my name weakly.

I leaned closer to her bed, my eyes filled with tears.

“Mom, I have to go and beg Dad. He has to help us get a donor. I cannot afford to lose you. Please, hang in there for me. You promised to follow me to my graduation. You promised to attend my wedding. You cannot leave me now,” I sobbed, my body trembling, catarrh falling from my nose.

But I didn’t care to wipe it off. What’s there to live for if my mother isn’t there to see me graduate?

“Don’t go to your father,” My mother said. “He will not help you. Rose has him wrapped around her finger. You should take this.”

Mom pulled off her golden necklace from around her neck and handed it over to me. It was an enchanting piece.

“Leave Eastpoll City and go back to Southpoll. You will meet my father there. He’s a farmer, but I am sure he will welcome you,” Mom said, as she wanted me to leave.

“No,” I cried, holding her hands firmly. “I am not leaving you behind. Your father cannot help me. I will try again. I will go and plead with Dad.”

I let go of her hands and turned to leave the hospital room. The smell of disinfectant filled the room.

“Arianna, wait!” Mom called me, but I shook my head. I didn’t turn to look back at her face.

Her condition was getting worse, and only a kidney transplant could save her life. She had been transferred to this private hospital, and I was only a student nurse. My salary wasn’t enough to take care of us, let alone deposit the eight million for a ten-million surgery.

Rushing out of the private room, I bumped into a tall figure in front of me. The thick smell of pine hung heavily in the air. His pair of firm hands caught my waist and steadied me.

“Easy, Nurse! Watch where you’re rushing to!” His magnetic voice warned, but I felt too disoriented to gaze up at his face and see who he was.

“I am sorry, sir,” I apologized, my body trembling, before I pushed myself away from his clutch and ran past him.

I rushed ahead to the elevator and got into it.

When I looked up, I froze. The man was looking back at me, as two men in black stood next to him.

My jaw dropped when I saw that it was Don Gabriel Milos, the owner of this Milos hospital.

I knew about the Milos family. I had heard about them. They were one of the leading Mafia families, having the best private hospital, luxury restaurant, five-star hotel, and granting loans to the poor masses.

My heart pounded. I thought about asking Don Gabriel for the money, but he wouldn’t help me unless I brought something equivalent as collateral in case I wasn’t able to pay the debt.

The elevator shut, cutting off my hope of going to Don Gabriel. But he stood watching me, his gaze sharp. His blue eyes locked on mine, sending chills crashing down my spine.

I breathed out as the elevator rode to the last floor of this magnificent seven-story building.

I needed to visit my father’s house. I knew that I would be bashed by my father, stepmother, and stepsister. But if it ended up saving my mother’s life, it was worth the abuse, the torture, and humiliation. I didn’t mind it.

Milos Hospital in Eastpoll was expensive. But Doctor Nolan assured me he would get a matching kidney transplant for my mother, so long as I could afford to deposit the money.

As soon as the elevator stopped in the hospital lobby, I dashed out, rushing out of the hospital building.

I made my way to the bus stop and flagged down a taxi.

Upon entering, I gave the taxi driver my father’s house address. My body trembled as I sat at the rear. I didn’t even change out of my white nurse uniform.

I earned one hundred thousand as a new nurse. I was in my final year at the university, and I believed that once I graduated, I would apply for a job at a better private hospital.

My phone rang, breaking my thoughts. It was my boyfriend, Vincent Micah, calling me.

“Hello, babe,” I answered his call.

“Where are you?” Vincent asked, his voice cold.

“I am on my way to my father’s house. What’s wrong?”

“Babe, did you forget that I asked you for us to meet today? Why are you going to your father’s house? You don’t just prioritize me. Why?” Vincent was furious.

“Vince, I’m sorry,” I replied weakly. “My mother’s health became worse, and she was transferred to Milos Hospital today. The doctor advised that I deposit eight million out of the ten million needed for the surgery, and I don’t have it.”

“Cut the crap, babe!” Vincent growled, and I felt stunned.

“Everything is about your mother. Your mother this and that. I am sick and tired of having you as my girlfriend. Let’s break up. Besides, you won’t let me sleep with you until we are married. I am done with you. Go find yourself another boyfriend.”

“What? Vincent,” I tried to beg him, but the call ended.

I recalled that Vincent had invited me to come to his place this weekend, but my mother hadn’t gotten worse then or needed kidney transplant.

Shaking my head, I brushed my fingers across my cheek as I wiped off my tears. The taxi pulled to a stop, and I saw that I had arrived at the housing estate where my dad lived.

After paying for my ride, I climbed out and phoned Vincent once more. But his number wasn’t connecting.

“Sorry, the number you dialed isn’t available.”

The robotic response hit me hard like a slap.

Still in my white nurse uniform, I steadied myself and kept my phone away as I rushed ahead to my father’s house to find him.