All Chapters of Pregnant By The Mafia Don: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Arianna: It was two p.m. on Friday afternoon, and I served the sick patients in the female ward their medicine. Just then, Dr. Amos Martin, a tall, brown-skinned young man, stepped into the ward and summoned me: “Arianna, come over.” “Yes, Doctor,” I replied, and handed over to my colleague as I worked as a nurse. I was wearing a white nurse dress with black shoes. Then I followed Dr. Amos into his small office on the first floor of this local hospital building. The atmosphere thickened as I stood watching Dr. Amos perched on his office seat across from me. He was in charge of my mother’s kidney treatment. “Dr. Amos, what’s wrong?” I asked him, my voice quivering after seeing the sorrowful expression on his face. “Arianna,” Dr. Amos 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, “They

Arianna’s POV: “Babe, it’s no one. I am fine. I promise you,” Vincent said, kissing Talia’s left cheek as she narrowed her eyes at me. “Vince, if you do not tell me who hit you, then I am not leaving here,” Talia said, touching Vincent’s chin and caressing his cheek. “Whoever touched you deserves to apologize. Tell me, so I can deal with them. Hmm?” She drew 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 side.” That woman? The way Vincent referred to me pierced my heart. “Mr. Adam, do you want to lose your job?” Talia growled. “How dare you hit my boyfriend? Apologize to him now!” she ordered. She was twenty-two and didn’t have any respect for Mr. Adam. “Miss, I was only trying to protect Arianna,” Mr. Adam apologized, bowing his head. “I didn’t know he was your boyfriend. I am deeply sorry,” Talia narrowed her eyes at me. “Let me make this clear to you. The next time you dare to lay your filthy hand

ARIANNA: When we stepped into the feminine clothing store, Rose gestured to the female representative who strode over to meet us. Several young women were in the store. It was Friday, so the store buzzed with shoppers busy selecting dresses, handbags, and underwear. "Welcome, ma'am. What would you like to shop for?" the saleswoman asked kindly. She was tall and fair-skinned, dressed in a yellow top, a black straight skirt, and black low-heeled shoes. Rose gestured to me. "This is my girl. Get her something sexy and hot. I want a short red dress and black lingerie for her. Make it fast." "Alright, Ma. Come with me," the saleswoman said, leading me to the fitting room. My body was slick with sweat because I had been anxious all day. After getting my mother transferred to Milos Private Hospital, the doctor demanded I deposit eight million first for her kidney treatment, before they could find a matching donor. I followed the saleswoman, who picked out a short, sexy red dress and c

GABRIEL: I felt stunned when that lady bumped into me in the hospital hallway. "Easy, Nurse. Watch where you're rushing to," I warned, my tone cold as ice, thinking she was one of those crazy nurses who wanted to gain my attention. However, I smelled that sweet lemon scent emanating from her. Instead of shouting at her, I stood there speechless, watching her dash into the elevator before she looked back at my face. Her jaw dropped as our gazes met. Her lips trembled, wanting to say a word, but I caught the trace of tears in her eyes. The elevator shut before I could stop her. *Why did my chest ache when I saw her red eyes? Who was she? She didn't seem like a nurse here at my hospital.* "Jett," I called. "Yes, boss." He stepped forward as he stood watching me. "Find out who that lady is," I ordered, and Jett responded, "Got it, Boss." I knew I shouldn't concern myself with her. But it had been long since I perceived that sweet lemon scent. One rainy night, some bikers attacke

GABRIEL: When I strode into the hotel lobby, 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 were to follow me, my disguise would be of no use. I strode to the private elevator and rode up to the seventh floor, where my father's presidential suite was. When I arrived at the door, the bodyguard informed me, "The young lady has arrived, boss." My fists tightened by my sides as I watched the bodyguard stationed at the entrance pull the door open. When I stepped into the room, that sweet, lovely voice welcomed me and made my heart skip a beat. It reminded me of that 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 shook 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 flut