บททั้งหมดของ Pregnant By The Mafia Don: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Arianna's POV: On a bright Friday morning, I was working in a local clinic and attending to arriving patients when Dr. Amos, a tall, brown-skinned young man, stepped out of his consulting office and summoned me. “Arianna, come over.” “Yes, Doctor.” I handed my work over to my colleague and followed him into his small office on the first floor of the one-story building. The atmosphere shifted as I stood watching Dr. Amos sit in his office chair across from me. He was in charge of my mother’s treatment. “Dr. Amos, what’s wrong?” I asked, my voice quivering after seeing the sorrowful expression on his face. “Arianna,” he cleared his throat and said, “I’m sorry. But I have to schedule an immediate transfer for your mother to Milos Private Hospital.” “Why, doctor? It’s an expensive hospital, and I cannot afford it,” I complained, but he shook his head and replied, “This is for the best. They have the best specialists to help your mother recover. Her health is deteriorating fast, and

(Arianna's POV) “Babe, it’s no one. I am fine. I promise you,” Vincent replied, kissing Talia’s cheek, and she narrowed her eyes at me. “Vince, if you do not tell me who hit you, then I am not leaving here. Whoever touched you deserves to apologize. Tell me so I can deal with them. Mm,” Talia said, touching Vincent’s chin and caressing his cheek. She moved closer to him and placed a warm kiss on his lips. Vincent smiled and pointed at Mr. Adam. “He hit me. He took that woman’s place.” That woman? The way Vincent referred to me pierced my heart. “Mr. Adam, do you want to lose your job? How dare you hit my boyfriend? Apologize to him now!” Talia ordered. She was 22 and showed no respect for Mr. Adam. “Miss, I was only trying to protect Arianna. I didn’t know he was your boyfriend. I am deeply sorry,” Mr. Adam apologized, bowing his head, and Talia narrowed her eyes at me. “Let me make this clear to you. The next time you dare to lay your filthy hands on my boyfriend, consider your

~•Arianna•~ When we stepped into the feminine clothing store, Rose gestured to the female representative who strode to meet us. Several young women were in the store. It was Friday, and so the store buzzed with several shoppers busy selecting different dresses, handbags and underwear. “Welcome, Ma’am. What will you like to shop for?” the saleswoman asked kindly. She was tall, fair-skinned, dressed in a yellow top and black straight skirt, paired with black shoes with low heels. Rose gestured to me once more. “This is my girl. Get her something sexy and hot. I want a short red dress and black lingerie for her. So make it fast.” “Alright, miss. Come with me.” The saleswoman led me to the changing room. Though my body was filled with sweat because I had been anxious all day. After getting my mother transferred to the Milos Private Hospital, and Dr. Nolan demanding that I deposit eight million, before he could find a matching donor for her. I followed the saleswoman who picked out a

GABRIEL: "They took her away. Please don't hurt me," the trembling man said, peering at my face before lowering his head. "Who took them?" I asked, my voice low and dangerous. "Mr. Hunter," he stammered. My brows furrowed as I released him. Hunter Declan. I knew he worked for the rival mafia gang—the Hudson Group. Before I could ask further questions, my phone rang. It was Roman Hudson calling. "Rowan, if you dare lay a finger on Fiona, I will destroy the entire Hudson Group," I threatened, my fist clenching. Roman burst out laughing over the line. "I'd like to see you try, Gabriel. Let's make a deal. Only then will you get your girl back. It took considerable effort to bring her here, so don't think I'll release her over a single threat. Marry my sister, Agatha Hudson, and will half of the Milos Empire to her. Then, I'll release Fiona." I stood silent. "And if I don't?" I finally asked. Roman laughed, his voice crackling through the speaker like fire. "Then you leave me no c

GABRIEL: When I strode into the hotel, most staff lowered their heads as they noticed my bodyguards escorting me. I had warned Oliver and Samuel to wait for me at the car. If they followed me inside, my disguise would be useless. I strode to the private elevator and rode up to the seventh floor, where my father's presidential suite was located. When I arrived at the door, the bodyguard informed me, "The young lady has arrived, boss." My fists tightened at my sides as I watched the bodyguard stationed at the entrance pull the door open. When I stepped into the room, I was greeted by that alluring voice that made my heart skip a beat. It reminded me of the young lady who had cradled my head on her thighs four years ago. Though I was losing consciousness then, I could still remember her pleading voice: "Please don't die, sir. Stay with me." She had shaken me, just before my father's men arrived and took me away. I stood by the door, watching her. Not only did her voice make my heart