The Pregnancy I Faked, His Empire I’ll Break
I woke up from a nightmare, and I was back. Back in the year the Falcone family went to war with the Morozovs for the shipping lanes.
I was the Donna of the Falcone family. The woman they all envied. And the first thing I did?
I got rid of the baby in my belly. My husband's child. Don Enzo's.
Because in my last life, on the day I gave birth, Enzo held up a baby with blue eyes. His own eyes were blazing. "How dare you sleep with a Morozov," he snarled, "and birth their blue-eyed bastard!"
The family sentenced me to death. They threw me in a cell.
I didn't learn the truth until the very end. That baby belonged to Eliana—Enzo's first love.
She was the one sleeping with our sworn enemy. The Morozovs.
And Enzo? He stole my rightful heir and swapped him for her bastard.
They made me the family traitor. And left my body to rot in a cold, damp cell.
And my own son—his mind twisted by that bitch—stood over my corpse and cursed my name.
When I opened my eyes again, I was three months pregnant.
I didn't hesitate. I walked into a clinic and ended it.
Before I left, I took a different kind of shot. High-grade hormones, straight from the black market.
It fakes the signs of pregnancy. Fools even the best blood tests.
Enzo needed a baby to cover for Eliana's sins.
Fine. Let's play.