Pregnant with My Dead Lover's Heir
When the mafia heir, Marco Gallante, barged into the family vault with his mistress, I was standing before the Virgin Mary statue, cross-checking bloodstained ledgers.
Fiore Albero cowered behind him, pointing at the ledgers in my hands and shrieking, "Marco, I'm scared..."
I did not even bother looking up, just flicked the ash off my cigar. However, Marco kicked the desk over with one swift boot.
"Chiara Moltisanti, Fiore can't stand the sight of all this blood and violence. Sign the divorce papers, now!"
I stared at the mess scattered across the floor, thinking back to the pregnancy report the family doctor had handed me just ten minutes ago.
The Gallante bloodline was dying out in this generation. Ever since the eldest son, Luca Gallante, died in that accident, Marco became the sole heir.
The Don, Carmine Gallante, dreamed of nothing more than a legitimate boy of pure blood to carry on the family name and glory.
So, I smiled, bright and sharp, with unmistakable mockery. "Perfect. Since you want true love, then the Don's throne will never be yours."
Besides, I never wanted Marco, that useless fool. What I wanted was the Gallante empire, a mafia dynasty spanning three continents with 100 years of roots, and the control that left him with nowhere to run and no legs to stand on.
This time, I would cut him out completely, keep the bloodline, and sit at the head of the family.