All Chapters of His Pregnant Queen in The Death Game: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I was his one weakness. Don Alex, the king of New York. And I was his queen.But days before our child was due, I was thrown into the Dockside Deathmatch—a cruel game broadcast for the underground world’s entertainment.The bullets flew, hidden traps lay in wait, and my every terrified, pathetic attempt to survive was broadcast live on giant screens. Then, I heard his second-in-command on the loudspeaker."Boss, your wife's about to pop. You sure you wanna be here?"I froze. Alex was here?A moment later, a woman’s sugary voice dripped through the speakers. "Forget that bitch. Alex told me the only thing that mattered today was being here with me. Right, honey?"It was Scarlett. The Chicago Outfit's princess. Alex's childhood sweetheart from Chicago, a woman he had always pampered and shown a distinct bias towards. He had turned down her advances for years, but he never refused her whims. Today, she was in a bad mood and insisted on watching the deathmatch, so he was here to keep he

The interrogation room door was kicked open.Alex stormed in.The pool of blood beneath me was growing, staining the entire chair red."Alex!" I reached for him with my mangled hand.But Scarlett quickly stepped between us."Don't go near her!" she yelled, grabbing Alex's arm. "This killer has studied you too well!""She probably had plastic surgery to look like Valentina! She even copied her voice!"Alex stopped."You protect Valentina so well, they knew that was your weak spot," Scarlett pressed on. "The second you get close, they'll find a way to kill you!""No!" I cried out in despair. "I'm Valentina! I'm your wife!"Scarlett turned and walked toward me.Her hands started patting me down."Just as I thought!"She pulled a small metal device from my clothes."A pressure-plate bomb!"She held it up high for Alex to see.Then she slapped me hard across the face."Damn killer! Trying to blow up my man!"Alex's face darkened instantly.He turned away in disgust, as if he'd seen somethin

The pain was finally over.I realized I must be dead.The gut-wrenching pain, the desperate screams—they all vanished when my heart stopped.My soul floated in the air, looking down at myself on the operating table.What a wreck.My white dress was soaked in rain and blood, torn to shreds. The dog bites on my ankle were a mess of raw flesh.The gaping wound on my stomach was a horrifying gash.But what hurt the most were my hands.Fingers that were once long and graceful were now purple and twisted, bones jutting out beneath the skin.These were the hands I was so proud of. The hands that played the cello.The hands my beloved husband let be destroyed."There's nothing more we can do," the doctor said, shaking his head. "Go see if the family is here."Just as a nurse was about to leave, the door was kicked open.Alex burst in, his face a storm of anger and disbelief."This isn't Valentina," he roared, his voice cracking. "The informant was wrong. You can't tell me this imposter is my w

Alex's POV"Everyone out!" the doctor yelled, pushing the crowd away. "The patient needs a sterile environment! Clear the room, now!"I was dragged out of the operating room.I pressed myself against the door, desperately trying to see through the small glass window.I watched them working on Valentina, hooking her up to a maze of machines.I watched her pale face.Half an hour later, the OR door finally opened.The doctor walked out, exhausted, pulling off his blood-stained gloves.I rushed toward him."How is she? How is Valentina?""We brought her back," the doctor said heavily. "But...""But what?" I grabbed his shoulders."Due to the prolonged blood loss, severe emotional trauma, and lack of oxygen to the brain..." The doctor sighed. "She may be in a vegetative state."The words hit me like a physical blow.A vegetative state..."Is there any hope she'll wake up?" I asked, my voice trembling."It's a long shot," the doctor said, shaking his head. "And even if she does, the damage

Valentina's POV"You're still recovering. When you're stronger, I'll take you to the cemetery."Alex spoke cautiously, as if I were a porcelain doll about to shatter. "Our son... I had the finest tombstone made for him. White marble, and...""I want a divorce."I cut him off.Alex froze, looking as if he'd been struck by lightning. "Valentina, you just woke up. Don't say things like that...""I want the divorce papers on my table tomorrow," I continued. "And don't touch me again."I looked down at my hands.The long, elegant fingers were now twisted into impossible shapes.Purple scars crisscrossed the skin.These hands could never play the cello again.They could never stroke my child's face.But I didn't cry. I didn't feel despair. I didn't even feel anger.I was just... empty."Valentina, please, let me explain..." Alex knelt by my bedside.The feared Godfather was on his knees like a sinner."I'll find the best doctors in the world to fix your hands," he choked out."Germany, Switz