After Being Fake-Married, I Became the Donna of the Underworld King

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."

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