When the Mafia Don Begs のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Selena POV"Your uterine wall is dangerously thin, Mrs. Winston. If you insist on going full term, you will bleed out on the delivery table."Dr. Lawrence's words rang in my ears, completely drowning out the steady beep of the hospital machines.I sat frozen on the cold exam table. My hands dropped instinctively to cradle my belly.I was only twenty-seven weeks pregnant. My baby was still so small. I felt a tiny heel press against my palm. A faint flutter of life. He was trying to comfort me, entirely unaware of the death sentence hanging over us."But doctor," I whispered. My voice shook violently. "If we do a C-section now, won't it hurt him? His lungs aren't ready."Dr. Lawrence looked at me over her glasses. I saw a flash of deep pity in her eyes. "I understand your concern, Selena. But you have to weigh the risks. Your life is on the line. You need to discuss this with your husband."I nodded numbly. I slid off the table and left the office.The VIP wing of the hospital was dead q

Selena POV"Who the hell is Kingsley?"Ellis's voice dropped an octave. It vibrated with a dark, territorial rage. His large hands clamped down on my shoulders. His fingers dug painfully into my skin. He yanked me forward, forcing me to look up into his furious eyes."So it's true, huh?" he demanded. His chest heaved against mine. "Jennifer was right. You've been sneaking around with some guy? Tell me, Selena. Who is this Kingsley?"Before I could answer, his grip tightened. "Do you have any idea how dangerous it is for you out there?" he hissed, his voice laced with a lethal warning. "You think some random bastard can protect you in my city? You are carrying my heir. Every rival gang, every lowlife with a grudge against the Winston family would love to rip you off the streets just to get to me. You are a walking target!"I stared back at him. My heart pounded against my ribs, but my voice came out ice-cold. "Go ahead and keep listening to your sweet savior, Ellis. You never believed

Selena POV"Ellis!" I screamed. My voice tore through my raw throat. "Ellis, help me! I was kidnapped! They have a knife to my stomach! They are going to kill our baby if you don't pay them!"I panted heavily. I waited for the frantic concern of a husband. I waited for the ruthless Mafia Don to threaten the men who dared touch his pregnant wife.Instead, the line was dead quiet for two seconds.Then, a soft, familiar cough echoed through the speaker. It was Jennifer. She was right next to him."Selena, your acting is getting worse," Ellis's voice finally came through. It was ice-cold, dripping with absolute disgust. "Did you really think hiring a few street thugs to stage a fake kidnapping would get you out of the surgery?"My blood froze. "Ellis, I swear to God, it's real! He's going to cut me open...""Enough," Ellis snapped. The absolute, terrifying authority in his voice made even the Kidnapper flinch. "You are wasting my time. Tell your cheap actors to drop the act and go home.

Selena POVSIX YEARS LATER.I sat in the back of the extended Rolls-Royce. The dark tinted windows shielded me from the popping flashbulbs outside the Manhattan Plaza Hotel.Winston Enterprises was celebrating its tenth anniversary. Every powerful figure in New York was walking up the red carpet tonight.Uncle Kingsley sat beside me. He swirled the amber whiskey in his crystal glass, a look of pure disdain on his sharp face."My men tell me Winston still has dive teams dragging the East River," Kingsley said. His tone was laced with disgust. "Six years. He hasn't stopped sending boats into the open sea to search for your bones. I hear he is even announcing a billion-dollar memorial fund in your name tonight."I stared out the tinted window. The bright lights of the hotel blurred into meaningless streaks. My heart remained a solid block of ice."It is just a cheap show," I said flatly. "He needs to play the tragic, heartbroken widower for the cameras. It builds the perfect stage. He wa

Selena POVThe ballroom erupted into pure chaos. Reporters swarmed the center aisle like hungry wolves. Flashbulbs blinded the room, capturing the shattered champagne tower and the ruined Mafia Don.Kingsley raised a single hand. His elite guards immediately stepped forward, forming a wall to block the camera lenses."No interviews. No pictures," Victor barked at the crowd.Victor quickly leaned in and whispered something into Kingsley's ear. The billionaire's calm expression hardened into a serious frown.Kingsley turned to me. "An emergency came up. I have to leave right now." He cast a look of pure disgust at Ellis. "Finish tying up your loose ends with this piece of garbage and get out of here. Victor and the guards will stay to protect you.""Go ahead, Kingsley," I said quietly. "I can handle this."Kingsley adjusted his suit jacket and strode out of the ballroom, taking half the security detail with him.The moment Kingsley disappeared through the doors, Ellis snapped out of hi