All Chapters of Dumped the Don, Kept the Kids: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

9 Chapters

Chapter 1

I called in the Corleone doc and demanded the last shot of suppressant.He went pale. "Mrs. Corleone, you can't stall anymore. One more delay and you and the twins won't make it."I bit down hard, but before I could answer, Vincent's bodyguard stormed in and ripped me off the delivery bed.The doctor's voice cracked behind us. "Her vitals are crashing! You move her now, you're killing three lives!"The guard didn't even flinch, just dragged me straight into the grand ballroom where the Family's press conference was already set up.Vincent's other women were lined up too, some heavy with child, close to bursting.Then came the bitter liquid, shoved down each of our throats by his men—an abortion drug that burned like acid.The room erupted. Screams everywhere."Even if Mrs. Corleone delivers, none of us are getting picked! So why kill our babies? Ah—it burns! Somebody help!"The suppressant couldn't hold me back anymore. Warm blood spilled down my silk nightgown.My cry snappe

Chapter 2

I stared at Vincent, sobs ripping out of me."You monster! My father's in a coma because he saved you—and now you threaten me with his life?"He waved me off like I was nothing. "As long as you take care of Lucy and the baby, I won't touch him."Then he walked away, Lucy curled in his arms. "Lucy, thank you for giving me an heir. You'll be rewarded."Blood kept spilling as I begged the guards in the hall to get me to a hospital. To save my babies.That's when Vincent's mother—Maria—stormed in. One look at the ruined ballroom, at me drenched in blood, and her face went white."Get her to the hospital! If anything happens to my grandbabies, you'll all be sleeping with the fishes!"They dragged me to the Family's private hospital—yet no doctor ever came.Maria's rage shook the walls. She demanded to know where my medical team had gone.The nurses stammered, trembling. "Madam Maria, Don ordered all the doctors to the beach villa. Ms. Benini cut herself trimming her nails, and he f

Chapter 3

I jolted awake as ice-cold water drenched me.Vincent loomed over me, face twisted in disgust."Cut the act. You knew I'm announcing Lucy and the heir tomorrow, and you still tried running off to another city? What, hoping people would think Lucy bullied you?"Lucy hovered behind him, baby in her arms, tears streaking her face. "Avila, I know you hate me. But if you want revenge, take it out on me. Why drag Madam Maria into it—why try to steal my baby?"The assistant wouldn't shut up before they dragged her off, saying Madam Maria went back to change the paperwork, to adopt my child for you. Saying I'm not fit to be the heir's mother..."I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.Shaking, I forced the words through trembling lips. "I... didn't... take me to the hospital... my babies... they're dying...""Another lie." Vincent's scowl cut through me. "My mother ran out of the hospital in a frenzy, dragged in lawyers, worked all night—because you pushed her."You think stealing Luc

Chapter 4

Lucy's face cracked for just a second—then the tears came fast. She fumbled out her phone, sobbing."Avila DID give birth yesterday. The baby's been in the nursery. I knew she'd try to frame me, so I had the doctor record proof."She shoved the phone at him. The screen showed a grainy clip of a baby—clearly a month old, the lie so sloppy it was laughable.But Vincent barely glanced before his face hardened with belief."You lied to me!" His growl filled the room. "You faked labor, faked the blood—just to guilt me? Pathetic. How low can you sink? You really thought I'd fall for this again? Dream on."His boot slammed into my stomach.A scream ripped out of me, raw, animal. My body turned cold, stiff, slipping further from me with every breath.I couldn't even beg anymore. Just curled in on myself, shivering in a pool of blood.Vincent stripped off his stained jacket, guilt flickering as he turned to Lucy."Sorry, Lucy. You shouldn't have to smell this filth. I'll finish it now.

Chapter 5

"What the hell are you saying!" Vincent roared, shooting to his feet. "Who gave you the right to curse my wife?!"On the line, the maid's voice broke with terror. "Don, I swear—I'm not lying... Mrs. Corleone—she's not breathing. Looks like she's been gone for hours... She's lying in blood, and the baby's face is purple—""Shut up!" he exploded, voice cracking into madness. "You're fired. Get out! I'll send someone else for Avila!"He hung up, hands trembling.Lucy drifted in, baby in her arms, her voice soft, pouty. "Why are you shouting like that? The guests outside are waiting for family photos. They'll think you're upset with me and the baby."She reached for him, but he ripped his arm away, bloodshot eyes burning into her."Lucy," Vincent said, each word sharp as glass, "tell me the truth. That night—are you sure Avila really gave birth? She delivered safe, healthy, right?"Lucy froze, panic flashing in her eyes before she forced tears down her cheeks. "You don't believe me

Chapter 6

The hospital director faltered, voice low, shaky. "Please hold, Don. I'll check for you."As the line went silent, Vincent's mind wouldn't stop racing.In his last life, he'd woken from an explosion meant for him. His mother, eyes swollen red, told him the girl's father had shoved him out of the way, taken the blast, and slipped into a coma. From then on, that girl was family. His to protect.He remembered her stubborn smile, her tear-rimmed eyes. That's when his ice-cold heart cracked.At first, it was duty.She hated the mafia mess, so he taught her how to survive it.The first time bullets rained down, he threw himself over her, whispering not to be scared.As she grew, she glowed in a way his dark world didn't deserve. He started to panic—what if another man saw it? What if she walked away?That's when he knew. He didn't just want to guard her.He wanted the grandest wedding, wanted her chained to his side for life.Wanted her to be his, only his.On their wedding day, h

Chapter 7

"What?"Vincent's face turned to stone, his chest locking up like he'd been shot. His grip crushed the plane's armrest, the only thing keeping him upright."Now," he hissed, "bring me the doctor who delivered Avila's kids. I want his damn mouth moving in front of me."They dragged the man in quick.The second he saw Vincent, his skin went ghost-white. He shook all over. "I... I swear, I don't know. It was Mrs. Corleone. She begged for the suppressants, said she couldn't go into labor yet."I tried stopping her, but she swore if she held out past her due date, her twins had a shot at living..."Vincent's face was gray, his knuckles popping as his fists locked tight."Impossible..." His eyes darted, head shaking like he could outrun the truth. "Did Avila pay you off? Force you to spin this story? Lucy swore the babies were born already—that they were in the nursery!""Lucy?" The doctor blinked, lost. "I don't know any Lucy. I was hired by Madam Maria."Boom.The words hit like

Chapter 8

Vincent staggered into the estate.The place was dead—shadows thick, air heavy. He dragged himself down into the cellar. The stench of blood and rot smacked him in the face.Where Avila had once been, nothing. Just black stains burned into stone.He crumpled, clawing at the floor like he could pull her back from it."Avila... Avila, where are you... come out... I was wrong... I was so damn wrong..." His screams ripped through the emptiness, wild and broken.Silence.Then a voice cut through like ice."Stop searching. Avila's gone."Vincent jerked toward the stairs. Maria stood there, eyes like blades."I dug into it. Lucy Benini—she's a fraud."His eyes blew wide, throat dry. "Wh-What did you say?"Maria descended slowly, her disappointment colder than the cellar air. "Her old man never saved you. Every sob story she fed you was fake. She was just some escort clawing her way up."She caught wind of the ambush, learned about Avila, forged papers, bribed scum, and conned you

Chapter 9

I watched from a distance as the Corleones buried their dead. The funeral was all black suits and hollow rituals. Maria cried so hard she nearly collapsed.I didn't shed a tear. Just turned and walked away.In my last life, he'd locked me in that cellar and left me to burn. This time, when I opened my eyes, I was back on the night before labor.I went straight to Maria. Told her everything—what he did, how I died, the lies Lucy spun. At first she couldn't believe it, until I showed her proof Lucy was nothing but a fake. Fury lit her up, and she agreed to help me set the stage.I shot up suppressants to hold back the labor, dodging the death that once ate me alive. I taunted Vincent, pushed him until he threw me in the cellar. I wanted him to see me "die." To break.With Maria's hand in the script, we staged the whole scene—my "death in childbirth." That was my way out. My freedom.As for the "father" tossed from the balcony? Just a dummy. My real father had already been whisked o

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