Seren
13 years ago, I pulled Alexander Roswell out of a small town and gave him everything my family had.
I helped the Roswell family's unwanted second son become the Don he is today.
The day he accepted the scepter that symbolized his authority as Don, he proposed to me.
He held out a diamond ring, his eyes soft.
"Evelyn, I love you. Once I've dealt with the traitors, we'll get married."
I thought I wouldn't have to wait long.
I was wrong. He betrayed me before he could keep that promise.
He took Sienna Brooks, his young new assistant, to one of my family's hospitals for a prenatal checkup. He didn't even seem to care that he was on my territory.
When I arrived, he was stroking her belly and discussing baby names with her.
She leaned against him, looking perfectly happy.
"Darling, do you think our baby could be your heir?"
Alexander said nothing, but his silence was answer enough. He was actually considering it.
Pain stabbed through my chest. The report slipped from my hand and fell to the floor. It confirmed that my fifth round of IVF had failed.