บททั้งหมดของ Dumped by My Ex, I Married His Mafia Don Father: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 9

Warm liquid trickled down my thigh—amniotic fluid mixed with blood.Shaking, I pulled out my phone, trying to call the family doctor."Don't let her make that call!"Rosa screamed, rushing over and slapping the phone out of my hand."You vicious bitch, are you trying to record a video for the cops? Do you want to ruin Bella’s reputation?""We raised you just to have you steal a life that wasn't yours, and now you want to destroy my biological daughter?"She and Frank each grabbed one of my arms, dragging me toward the dark basement. That was where the family kept traitors."Reflect on your sins in the holding cell! You're staying there until Marco and Bella’s wedding is over! I won't have your bad juju cursing the church!"I clawed desperately at the iron door, breaking my fingernails until they bled."I’ll cancel the engagement... I won't ruin the wedding! Just get me to a hospital... my stomach hurts..."Blood dripped onto Rosa’s expensive crocodile skin heels.She looked down, her f

"Let me go!" I screamed, struggling.Marco dragged me toward the operating room like a dead dog. This was a private hospital controlled by the family; the doctors and nurses all took orders from the D'Angelos.I was pinned down onto the cold operating table, my legs spread in humiliation."Marco D'Angelo! If you dare touch this child, you'll regret it!" I hissed.Marco stood to the side, lighting a cigarette, and coldly ordered the doctor: "No anesthesia. Teach her a lesson. Get rid of it immediately."The cold metal instruments touched my skin, and despair almost drowned me.Just then—Bang!The doors to the operating room were kicked open. Two large men in black suits rushed in, instantly taking down the doctor and nurses.Immediately after, an elderly man with gray hair but a sharp, vigorous presence walked in.It was Luca, the Don's most trusted Consigliere."I dare anyone to touch her!" Luca’s voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable authority.Marco froze, then frowned. "U

When I woke up again, I was back in the hospital. The last time I was here, I was nearly forced into an abortion. This time, the doctors and nurses who had laid hands on me were gone.The new doctor had clearly been briefed by Lorenzo; his attitude was incredibly friendly."Miss Elena, the fetus is fine. You just have some soft tissue contusions. You need bed rest."I sat up, instinctively touching my stomach. Thank God the baby was okay.My phone screen on the nightstand lit up. I picked it up to see countless push notifications.Although Bella's livestream had been cut off, screen recordings were spreading like wildfire online. In the video, I was painted as a vicious adopted daughter who would do anything to climb the social ladder—pregnant with a bastard child and attempting to murder her sister.The comment section was filled with vile abuse. Some people had even doxxed the gallery where I used to work, threatening to splash paint on it."Shameless homewrecker!""Die, you thief wh

The silence in the grand hall was so absolute you could almost hear the champagne bubbles popping in the glasses.Every pair of eyes shifted from shock to naked disgust and revulsion.Bella froze in place, the microphone dropping from her hand and hitting the carpet with a dull thud.The mask of the victim she took such pride in had shattered completely."No... this is fake! It's Photoshopped! Elena framed me!"She screamed like a madwoman, trying to rush the stage to block the screen, but her legs were jelly, and she couldn't take a single step.However, the person reacting even more violently than her was Marco, standing right by her side.Marco stared dead at the medical report on the screen, his eyes nearly popping out of his skull.His face turned from ashen to a sickly green—the color of pure terror mixed with physical nausea.Three months ago.That timeline matched exactly when he had dumped me for Bella, the days they spent wildly hooking up under the Eiffel Tower.His hands sh

Five years later. Sicily.This is the birthplace of the D'Angelo family, and now, it is our home.The afternoon sun spilled over the lawn of the three-hundred-year-old estate like liquid gold. The air was thick with the scent of lemon trees and olives.I lounged beneath a white parasol, holding a glass of chilled pomegranate juice.Time hadn’t left a single mark on my face; if anything, the nourishment of power and happiness made me look even more composed than I did five years ago."Leo! Stop picking on your sister!"Near the fountain, two angel-like children were playing.Five-year-old Leonardo had the same raven hair and deep blue eyes as Lorenzo. Even at his young age, he already radiated that natural, imposing authority.Right now, he was trying to splash water on his sister.Sofia, who had inherited my light brown hair, cleverly hid behind a stone pillar, giggling."Let them play."Lorenzo walked over, leaned down to kiss my cheek, and handed me a peeled grape."Luca just sent th