Owned by the Wrong Don
Four months pregnant. I was alone when a rival family came for me..
A searing pain tore through my stomach. I couldn't reach my husband, Don Lorenzo.
His phone was off.
I woke up in a sterile hospital bed. Three days had passed. And the baby... was gone.
That’s when I heard the nurses gossiping.
“Heard Don Lorenzo cleared out a block of Fifth Avenue for his mistress three days ago. Had his phone off so they wouldn't be disturbed.”
Tears rolled down my cheeks, but my heart was empty.
I gave up my career, my whole life, for him.
The Don who promised me forever… he shattered that promise just days before our fifth anniversary.
Back home, I dug out an old phone and made a call. A number I hadn't touched in five years.
"The European tour you mentioned…" I said, my voice hollow. "I'm in. I can be ready in a week."