Is Donna Ludwig Still Alive

When I propose to Hailey Morgan for the 18th time, she turns me down for the sake of her childhood friend, Eric Dawson, once again. We've been dating for eight years. So far, I've proposed 18 times to her. But whenever the proposal takes place, Hailey keeps saying that Eric is depressed, so she can't leave his side. As I look at the ring, I can't resist asking, "If Eric is depressed for the rest of his life, does this mean you won't marry me in this lifetime?" Hailey gets mad at me right away. She snatches the ring before throwing it at the floor. "He's my childhood sweetheart! I can't just ditch him, can I? Besides, you've already endured my rejection 17 times! Can't you just keep enduring it for my sake?"

There was a night missing from my memory. My husband’s affair didn't shatter me, the divorce papers he served like our marriage meant nothing didn’t destroy me. Even being cast out of my own home by his mistress wasn’t enough to break me. But discovering I was pregnant? That gave me a glimmer of hope that I might be able to save my marriage but instead that ruined everything. Because the baby isn’t my husband’s. And I have never slept with another man. I don’t know how this child exists, i don’t know who created this life with me. But someone remembers that night, someone knows the truth. And lately…I feel like he’s watching me. Little did I know, he was the exact doctor who confirmed me: PREGNANT.

My daughter hid inside the cabinet, her trembling hands dialing her father—James, the Alpha of our pack. "Mommy's bleeding a lot. Please, come back and save her," she pleaded. "I'm busy. Don't bother me," James said coldly. "If she's going to die, make sure she does it far away." As he wished, I never bothered him again. Because I really did die, right in front of our wedding photo. When he found out, he went mad, completely mad.

I was once the most respected female intelligence officer in the underworld. I controlled black market trade, port lockdowns, and risk assessments for every smuggling route. These were the basics every new recruit learned on their first day in the Mafia. But my intel was never reliable. As time went by, everyone caught on. In this city, whether the ports were locked down or open for business didn't depend on intel. It depended on whether Vincenzo's childhood friend was in a bad mood. I had just sent an order over the family's secure channel: "Level-one lockdown. All shipping routes are closed." A moment later, the ports were thrown wide open. My rival mocked me in front of everyone. "Isabella's supposed to be the queen of underworld intelligence, isn't she? What happened, did she lose her touch?" Other family members twisted the knife without a second thought. "Her husband changes the rules at a word from his precious Amelia. Who's going to listen to her anymore?" "She's on the hook for any losses from this. That route reopening is going to bankrupt her!" I clutched a stack of formal censures from the family. I said nothing. It didn't matter. I was done being a pawn in their games. Soon, I would be gone for good.

Once I became pregnant, I was hailed as the most precious woman in the underworld. My husband, the new Don of the Jenkins family, shut down an entire private hospital wing for my check-ups, while my father, the Collins Don, summoned every Michelin-starred chef in New York to the estate, just so I could pick whatever I craved. The baby I carried was destined to be the sole heir of the two most powerful mafia families. But on the day we were to sign the papers securing my child's inheritance, they both vanished. "An urgent family matter came up," my husband, Vincent, said, kissing my forehead. "We can finalize the child's inheritance when we get back. There's no rush." Shortly after they left, I received a link to an anonymous live stream. My father's voice came from the video, colder than I had ever heard it. "You're saying your marriage contract with Evangeline was never valid. Doesn't that make the child a bastard?" Vincent, lounging in a club, blew a smoke ring. Cradled in his arms was my half sister, Sarah. "Evangeline has always had all the love and affection. Her child will want for nothing." "Sarah has been mocked for her status for years. I have to make things right for her, give our child a legitimate name." In that moment, my heart seized, and I could barely breathe. Then my phone vibrated again. It was a text message: "Welcome home to the Gallo family, my queen." "Just give the word, and the child you carry will bear the Gallo name and become the most powerful heir in the American underworld."

When Elijah cheated, I didn’t cry or make a scene. I pretended not to know. When he kept Naomi on the side, I forced down the pain and endured it. After all, I had a lovely son with Elijah. He loved me, and I wanted to give him a complete family. It wasn’t until the day I found out that my son, Kai, had gone with Elijah to that other home and was calling Aunt Naomi with affection that I stopped wanting to endure it any longer. I told my childhood friend that I wanted a divorce. He looked at me deeply, saying, “Hazel, everyone in Neopolis knows that Elijah loves you with his life. His influence covers the entire city. Leaving him won’t be easy.” However, I replied numbly, “Then let Hazel die. Let her die in front of Elijah. Let him watch his wife disappear with his own eyes. From that moment on, there will be no more Hazel Foster in this world.” When I learned that Kai preferred Naomi, I realized that the past two years of endurance had been nothing but a joke. This time, I don’t want either my husband or my son anymore.

I woke up, and I was 28 again. I had twin heirs, and my husband was Santino, Veridia's most feared Mafia Don. He sat at the head of the Commission of the Five Families. His sharp profile was a fixture on the cover of the underworld's most exclusive magazine for several consecutive issues. Even the oldest Valerian families were lining up to offer him their daughters. All the women in Altoria envied my good fortune. But the first thing I did after waking up was pick up the divorce papers, the ink still fresh, and handed them to his childhood sweetheart, Jessy. "My lawyer will handle the divorce. The properties and assets are yours. Santino is yours. The children are yours, too." Sitting across from me, Jessy couldn't believe it, her eyes wide with shock. "Are you crazy, Alessia? Is this some kind of trick?" "How could the woman who has been Donna for six years give it all up so easily?" I lowered my gaze, my tone calm. "Since they all prefer you, I figured it was time to step aside." "Just have Santino sign it and press his signet ring into the wax seal." "Once the divorce is final, I'll leave Veridia for good." This time, I would not make the same mistake. I would never again be a Donna in name only.

Assim que engravidei, fui aclamada como a mulher mais preciosa do submundo. Meu marido, o novo Don da família Jenkins, fechou uma ala inteira de um hospital particular para meus exames, enquanto meu pai, o Don dos Collins, convocou todos os chefs com estrelas Michelin de Nova York para a mansão, apenas para que eu pudesse escolher o que desejasse comer. O bebê que eu carregava estava destinado a ser o único herdeiro das duas mais poderosas famílias mafiosas. Mas no dia em que iríamos assinar os papéis garantindo a herança do meu filho, os dois desapareceram. — Surgiu um assunto familiar urgente. — Disse meu marido, Vincent, beijando minha testa. — Podemos finalizar a herança da criança quando voltarmos. Não há pressa. Pouco depois que eles partiram, recebi um link para uma transmissão ao vivo anônima. A voz do meu pai veio do vídeo, mais fria do que eu jamais tinha ouvido. — Você está dizendo que seu contrato de casamento com Evangeline nunca foi válido. Isso não torna a criança uma bastarda? Vincent, relaxado em um clube, soltou um anel de fumaça. Acomodada em seus braços estava minha meia-irmã, Sarah. — Evangeline sempre teve todo o amor e carinho. Seu filho nunca vai precisar de nada. — Sarah foi ridicularizada por seu status durante anos. Preciso consertar as coisas para ela, dar ao nosso filho um nome legítimo. Naquele momento, meu coração se apertou, e eu mal conseguia respirar. Então meu celular vibrou novamente. Era uma mensagem de texto: [Bem-vinda ao lar da família Gallo, minha rainha.] [Só me confirme, e a criança que carrega terá o nome Gallo e se tornará o herdeiro mais poderoso do submundo americano.]

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