My Mafia Don Abandoned His Wife and Daughter, Then Begged for Them Back

I was in labor for ten full hours. I called Dante forty-seven times. On the forty-eighth, he finally picked up. "Did you give birth yet? If not, stop bothering me. It's the final round." In the background, the roar of an underground fight club made the speaker vibrate. A woman's laughter pressed close to his ear. "Don, forget about her—KO! We won!" It was Seraphina. That day was our wedding anniversary. It was also the night our daughter came into the world. At three in the morning, Dante pushed open the door to the delivery room, reeking of alcohol and blood. He didn't look at me. He looked down at the baby in his arms first. "It's a girl," he frowned. "Not a son." Then he said something that turned my blood to ice— "Keep the kid. Have Seraphina come pick her up tomorrow. As for you… Vivian, your job is done." In that moment, I finally understood: in this marriage from beginning to end, I had only ever been a vessel to bear children for the Castellano family. I looked down at the wrinkled little face in my arms and made a decision. Three days later, the entire New York underworld was buzzing: the Castellano baby girl had passed away, and the Donna of unknown origin had vanished w…

Oleh MIMIK