Dumped the Don, Kept the Kids のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 9

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

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

"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

"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

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