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Chapter 16

作者: Iamdera
last update 公開日: 2026-06-03 23:03:06

The shadows of the hallway offered no sanctuary. As Elian turned to flee, his foot caught on the edge of a runner, and the heavy thud of his stumble alerted them.

"Elian?" Marco’s voice was a low, predatory growl.

Panic surged through Elian’s veins, providing a brief, flickering burst of adrenaline that ignored his swollen joints. He scrambled toward the stairs, but he was eight months pregnant and exhausted; he didn't stand a chance. Marco’s hand clamped onto his shoulder like a vice, spinning
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  • The Mafia’s Revenge And The Baby He Rejected    Chapter 18

    The rhythmic, sterile beep of the heart monitor was the only sound that broke the oppressive silence of Private Suite 402. Outside the panoramic window, the city skyline was a blur of gray rain and concrete, but inside, the world had shrunk to the stark white bed and the pale, unmoving man resting upon it.Elian looked fragile, almost translucent against the bleached cotton sheets. The bruising from his brutal fall at the manor had bloomed into deep shades of purple and indigo against his ghostly skin, and the harsh hospital lights caught the faint glints of frostbite healing along the tips of his fingers. He was hooked up to a labyrinth of clear plastic tubing, a ventilator rising and falling with a mechanical, rhythmic hiss that artificially kept his lungs expanding.He was in a deep, unresponsive coma.The emergency cesarean section had been a chaotic, terrifying success. The surgeons had managed to deliver a tiny, fragile boy pale but fighting at exactly thirty-two weeks. But the

  • The Mafia’s Revenge And The Baby He Rejected    Chapter 17

    Eight hours.For eight hours, the temperature had slowly bled the life from Elian’s extremities. In the pitch-black silence of the freezer, time had ceased to exist. He had moved past the stage of shivering; now, his body was eerily still, his heartbeat a sluggish, fading rhythm.He was slumped against the far wall, his skin a translucent, ghostly blue. He had stripped off his own thin jacket to wrap it around his middle, a final, desperate attempt to insulate the small bump that was the only warm thing left in the room.Another contraction rippled through him weak, stalled by the hypothermia, but agonizing. Elian didn't scream this time. He didn't have the breath. He just stared at the sliver of frost on the door, his eyes glazed.“I’m sorry,” he whispered into the dark, his voice nothing more than a puff of white vapor. “I tried to keep you warm.”The heavy iron bolt on the outside of the door didn't just slide; it was thrown back with such violence it sparked against the metal.The

  • The Mafia’s Revenge And The Baby He Rejected    Chapter 16

    The shadows of the hallway offered no sanctuary. As Elian turned to flee, his foot caught on the edge of a runner, and the heavy thud of his stumble alerted them."Elian?" Marco’s voice was a low, predatory growl.Panic surged through Elian’s veins, providing a brief, flickering burst of adrenaline that ignored his swollen joints. He scrambled toward the stairs, but he was eight months pregnant and exhausted; he didn't stand a chance. Marco’s hand clamped onto his shoulder like a vice, spinning him around."You should really learn to stop eavesdropping," Marco hissed, his fingers digging into Elian’s bruised skin. Valentina caught up, her face twisted in a mask of pure malice. They began to struggle, Marco trying to force Elian back into the dark corner of the library to silence him.Then, the heavy front doors swung open.Julian stepped into the foyer, his coat dusted with the night’s mist, his eyes tired. He froze at the sight of the scuffle.In an instant, Valentina’s face transfor

  • The Mafia’s Revenge And The Baby He Rejected    Chapter 15

    As the weeks bled into the start of the eighth month, the atmosphere in the manor shifted from cold to predatory. Elian’s body was a heavy, aching burden. His gait was a slow shuffle, his ankles swollen to the point of pain, yet the chores never ceased. He was a walking contradiction: a man carrying the billionaire’s heir, treated like the dirt beneath the billionaire’s boots.Valentina was now "confined to bed rest," a tactical move to keep Julian tethered to her side. She spent her days in the master suite, ringing a silver bell every time she wanted Elian to bring her tea, extra pillows, or the latest fashion magazines."You look terrible, Elian," she remarked one afternoon, watching him struggle to set a heavy tray on her bedside table. "So pale. So strained. It’s almost as if your body knows it’s carrying a lie."Elian didn't look up. He focused on the tea service, his breath coming in shallow hitches. "The baby is strong, Valentina. That’s all that matters.""Strong?" She leaned

  • The Mafia’s Revenge And The Baby He Rejected    Chapter 14

    The seventh month arrived with a heatwave that made the air in the manor thick and suffocating. For Elian, it felt as though the very walls were closing in, tightening around him like the seams of his worn servant’s clothes. His body was reaching its limit. The sharp kicks from within were more frequent now, a constant, rhythmic drumming against his ribs that served as both a comfort and a terrifying reminder: time was bleeding away.Julian had stopped speaking to him entirely. It wasn't just the coldness of a stranger anymore; it was the erasure of a ghost. When Julian walked through a room Elian was cleaning, he would step around him without a glance, as if Elian were merely a piece of furniture that had been misplaced.The psychological toll was worse than the labor. Elian would spend his nights huddled on the thin mattress in his room, clutching his stomach and whispering to the child Julian refused to acknowledge. "He'll see," Elian would murmur, his voice cracking in the dark. "

  • The Mafia’s Revenge And The Baby He Rejected    Chapter 13

    The morning after the party, Elian spent the early hours scrubbing the residue of Julian’s celebration off the marble floors, his hands raw from the cold water and his heart heavier than the silver platters he carried.Julian had left for the office at dawn without a single word, the splintered door to Elian’s room standing as a silent, jagged reminder of the night’s violence. The manor returned to a hauntingly normal routine. Valentina spent her days lounging in the garden, playing the part of the fragile mother-to-be, while Elian moved through the house like a shadow, ignored by everyone but the clock.Weeks bled into a month, a slow torture of silence and growing weight.By the time Elian reached his sixth month, the physical toll was undeniable. His bump was prominent now, a firm, round weight that made every flight of stairs a mountain and every floor-scrubbing session a feat of endurance. He had grown thin everywhere else, his face gaunt, making his eyes look hauntingly large.J

  • The Mafia’s Revenge And The Baby He Rejected    Chapter 6

    The air in the infirmary felt thin. Elian sat on the edge of the high hospital bed, his legs dangling. He was thin, and his skin had a gray tint from the week he spent in the dark basement. But his hand never left his stomach. There was no bump yet, only a slight softness that wasn't there before,

  • The Mafia’s Revenge And The Baby He Rejected    CHAPTER 5

    The night of the gala was supposed to be a show of power. Julian wanted the world to see that he had tamed the son of his enemy. Elian felt like a doll in his hands, dressed in a black suit that fit perfectly but felt like lead."Don't look so sad, Elian," Julian whispered as they walked into the c

  • The Mafia’s Revenge And The Baby He Rejected    CHAPTER 4

    For one month the marriage felt like a long, dark dream. Julian had established a cruel routine. During the day, he ignored Elian, spending his hours at his office or with Valentina in the East Wing. But every night, without fail, the heavy click of the door signaled Julian’s arrival.Julian told h

  • The Mafia’s Revenge And The Baby He Rejected    CHAPTER 3

    By the start of the second week, Elian felt like he was fading away. The mansion was beautiful, but the air inside was thick with tension. Julian rarely spoke to him unless it was to remind him of his place, and Valentina had become a constant, poisonous presence.It started with a sudden wave of n

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