Dumped by My Ex, I Married His Mafia Don Father

On the day the real heiress was welcomed home, my fiancé was already sleeping with her.

Staring at the blue pills and torn lingerie scattered on the floor, I told them to get the hell out of my wedding house.

But a second later, my father stormed in and slapped me hard across the face.

"Who are you to tell her to leave? Bella is our real daughter!"

"Elena, you’re just an outsider we took in by mistake. You’re the one who needs to get out."

Marco wrapped his arm around Bella, his tone impatient:

"Elena, I’m the heir to the Moretti family. I can’t marry a mongrel with impure blood like you. If you don't want to bring shame to the family, be smart and go tell the Don the wedding is off tomorrow."

Bella gave a coy smile and tossed a stack of cash at my feet like she was giving alms:

"Sister, I know Marco and I hurt you, but we’re true love."

"Take this as your severance package. Take the money and get lost."

I suppressed my rage and stepped forward to throw these disgusting people out, but Marco shoved me violently.

"I told you, I’m not marrying you! Keep pestering us, and don't blame me for getting rough!"

My stomach slammed against the table. I laughed out of pure anger.

Who said I wanted to marry him?

The one I’m going to marry is his father—the Don of the Moretti family, Lorenzo.

Warm liquid trickled down my thigh—amniotic fluid mixed with blood.

Shaking, I pulled out my phone, trying to call the family doctor.

"Don't let her make that call!"

Rosa screamed, rushing over and slapping the phone out of my hand.

"You vicious bitch, are you trying to record a video for the cops? Do you want to ruin Bella’s reputation?"

"We raised you just to have you steal a life that wasn't yours, and now you want to destroy my biological daughter?"

She and Frank each grabbed one of my arms, dragging me toward the dark basement. That was where the family kept traitors.

"Reflect on your sins in the holding cell! You're staying there until Marco and Bella’s wedding is over! I won't have your bad juju cursing the church!"

I clawed desperately at the iron door, breaking my fingernails until they bled.

"I’ll cancel the engagement... I won't ruin the wedding! Just get me to a hospital... my stomach hurts..."

Blood dripped onto Rosa’s expensive crocodile skin heels.

She looked down, her face turning pale.

"Damn it... are you... are you pregnant?"

"Get me to a hospital... please..."

Before I could finish, Bella suddenly pulled Rosa away. She frowned, looking the picture of innocence:

"Sister, you're so careless. You got period blood on Mom’s shoes and stained the carpet in Marco’s bridal suite."

"Besides, it's just cramps. Can't you just hold it in? Why make a scene about going to the hospital?"

Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked