Semua Bab After My Miscarriage, the Don Lost Everything: Bab 1 - Bab 9

When I woke again, I was lying in the top-floor private suite.My abdomen was horrifyingly flat. For eight months, there had been a life in there, keeping me company. Now there was nothing.The nurses outside my door were whispering. Every word drifted through, sharp and clear."I had no idea Mr. Vincent was actually the Don of the Jones Family. When he pulled rank yesterday and ordered every surgeon in the hospital away from the Donna's maternity ward, I froze. Aren't they supposed to be a devoted couple—five years and still in love? The Donna was out there fighting the European Medical Association with a belly that big, dragging this hospital to the top of Europe all by herself—""You didn't see him come racing in with Clara in his arms. All she'd done was break her water. He dragged every surgical chief and anesthesiologist in the building up to the maternity ward for a consult. He pulled the Donna's team out of her maternity ward. He made her miss the window. And not only did she l

The black Bentley glided smoothly onto the private tarmac at London Heathrow.Rain was threading through the evening wind, smearing wet trails across the bulletproof glass.I pulled off the black silk scarf I'd used as cover, revealing a face still drained of color but composed, sharp-edged.The fragility, the despair of the operating table—all of it had been ground to powder by the London skyline scrolling past my window.The moment I signed the divorce agreement, Layla Jones had died.What survived was the sole blood granddaughter of the Belmonte Family—the heir-apparent of Coastal Summit Global Medical Group.The jet's gangway was already lowered. The flight crew and the security team stood in two lines, heads bowed.At the top of the gangway stood a man.He wore a charcoal-gray bespoke suit, tall and lean. His blond hair lifted in the evening wind. His face was sharp, predatory.He gave off the crushing presence of someone born at the top. The kind of presence only the men at the t

BREAKING: Belmonte Family Announces Union. Layla Belmonte, the Sole Blood Heiress of the Family, to Wed Current Don Luca Belmonte. She Will Take Office as the New Global CEO of Coastal Summit Global Medical Group, Assuming Full Authority Over All Operations.The accompanying photo was a formal portrait of Luca and me.In it, I wore a tailored suit, eyes cold, presence razor-sharp. Standing beside Luca, I didn't look diminished by an inch.Vincent stared at that headline. At the name Layla Belmonte. At the phrase sole blood heiress of the Belmonte Family. His whole body locked up as if he had been struck by lightning.Layla Belmonte.The Layla he had called by her name for five years. The orphan he believed had no father, no mother, no family—the one who couldn't live without him—was the bloodline heir of the Belmonte Family.The Coastal Summit medical empire he was so proud of, the top group in Europe—was just one subsidiary under her family.The partnership he'd begged for across thre

"Mr. Jones. My client has already submitted the complete evidence showing you signed voluntarily. The court has ruled the agreement legally binding. My client has also asked me to convey this to you: do not attempt to contact her. Do not attempt to find her. If you do, she will immediately begin proceedings to pull back every underground medical channel currently held by the Jones Family, and submit to the European Mafia Alliance the full evidence of your misappropriation of family resources and collusion with the opposition faction."The lawyer's words were ice water over Vincent's hysteria.He knew. Layla meant what she said.She was a Belmonte now. Luca Belmonte's fiancée. If she wanted to crush the Jones Family, it would be like stepping on an ant.The line cut.Vincent sank into the chair and stared at the wreckage of the room. Every image hit him at once—me screaming on the operating table. The light going out of my eyes as I looked at him. My back, unwavering, as I walked away.