Pregnant with My Dead Lover's Heir のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

The warehouse at Barklesfield Docks was surrounded by the Russo family. Over 100 men stood ready, and the air reeked of gunpowder.When I arrived, Marco Gallante's phone was still going straight to voicemail. The senior family members were all stone-faced, their expressions grim.Tony Bianchi, the Russo family's mad dog, gave me a cold smile that did not reach his eyes. "Chiara Moltisanti, where's Marco? Hiding behind a woman? Is that seriously your family's future Don?"I ignored him, pulled my phone out of my purse, and made a video call. Soon, a boy in an elementary school uniform appeared on the screen."Dad, when are you coming to pick me up? The teacher said our classes are ending earlier today."I turned the screen toward him, smiling sweetly. "Tony, your son is out of school. He's asking why you haven't picked him up yet."Tony's fake smile froze instantly, and the killing intent in his eyes was sharp enough to cut. After a full minute of silence, he ground his teeth and

I dragged my leg–stitched with more than a dozen sutures–back to the Gallante family estate on Ivywood. What awaited me was not concern or comfort, but a cold judgment from the family.The Don, Carmine Gallante, slammed his cane hard against the floor, the dull thud echoing through the hall."You look pathetic, Chiara. You couldn't even hold a dock, and you brought shame to the Gallante family."Marco stood beside Carmine with Fiore wrapped tightly in his arms. As he looked at my battered state, his eyes were filled with smug satisfaction. Meanwhile, Fiore nestled in his embrace like a pampered cat who had just claimed her territory.The Don's wife, Mariah Valentino, looked Fiore up and down, nodding approvingly. "She has such a kind aura. She'll definitely bring good fortune to the family. Unlike some people who reek of death..."She shot me a pointed glance before announcing, "In God's name, starting today, Fiore will take over the household. The keys and the books will all be h

From the folder Vincent handed me, I took out the signet ring that symbolized the family’s highest authority, along with a photocopy of the most critical page from the black ledger.I did not look at Marco. Instead, I locked eyes with Carmine."Don, the docks were sealed off, but I have the core ledger."I tossed the copy onto the nightstand, where it showed detailed records of shocking illegal transactions with Marco's flamboyant signature in the authorization column."This signet ring is the key to the family trust, and it's also in my possession."I held up the heavy ring and watched Carmine's pupils contract sharply as I spoke each word deliberately."Right now, I've frozen all the family's secret accounts in Zaethar and the Nusmye Islands. If anyone dares touch the child in my womb, I swear to God the Gallante family will be wiped off the map in New Urlenea by tomorrow."Starting today, I'm taking custody of the family business's financial seals until the baby is born safel

Marco was granted bail, but the astronomical amount drained the last of the family's liquid assets. To save their only son, Marco's parents sold off every property and antique they owned, and they even turned to loan sharks for emergency cash.However, when they arrived at federal court with the check in hand, the combined shock of bankruptcy and public disgrace proved too much, and both of them collapsed from massive strokes on the cold courthouse steps.The Gallante family's Ivywood Estate was officially seized and auctioned off by the bank.Marco was thrown out of those gilded gates with his crippled legs and not a dime to his name, left to wander the streets. He tried finding Fiore, only to learn that she had suffered a complete mental breakdown in prison and been transferred to a psych ward.His old enemies and the loan sharks, circling like hyenas with their keen sense of smell, began hunting him down in every corner of New Urlenea.He became a pathetic being that everyone w

Marco was diagnosed with severe paranoid schizophrenia accompanied by extreme persecution delusions. The judge sentenced him to spend the rest of his life in a federal psychiatric hospital.In that padded cell, he would live day after day in terror, waiting for his dead brother to return from hell and claim his life.The absurd opera that was the Gallante family finally came to a close.I handed over the black ledger, which documented decades of New Urlenea's underground crimes, to the Justice Department's top brass as a bargaining chip with the FBI.I cooperated with them to uproot that deeply entrenched drug network from the ground up. Every dirty transaction in that ledger was authorized with either Marco's genuine signature or my forgery of his handwriting, stamped with the family signet ring he had never even seen.All the blame fell squarely on that fool of an heir.As for me, backed by Vincent's medical evaluations citing long-term domestic abuse and psychological coercion