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.

The warehouse at Barklesfield Docks was surrounded by the Russo family. Over 100 men stood ready, and the air reeked of gunpowder.

When I arrived, Marco Gallante's phone was still going straight to voicemail. The senior family members were all stone-faced, their expressions grim.

Tony Bianchi, the Russo family's mad dog, gave me a cold smile that did not reach his eyes. "Chiara Moltisanti, where's Marco? Hiding behind a woman? Is that seriously your family's future Don?"

I ignored him, pulled my phone out of my purse, and made a video call. Soon, a boy in an elementary school uniform appeared on the screen.

"Dad, when are you coming to pick me up? The teacher said our classes are ending earlier today."

I turned the screen toward him, smiling sweetly. "Tony, your son is out of school. He's asking why you haven't picked him up yet."

Tony's fake smile froze instantly, and the killing intent in his eyes was sharp enough to cut. After a full minute of silence, he ground his teeth and forced out two words.

"Pull back!"

Just like that, a bloodbath was avoided.

When I returned to the Ivywood Estate, covered in cold sweat and reeking of blood, fireworks were exploding brilliantly outside the windows.

It turned out Fiore Albero had learned how to bake cupcakes, and Marco had thrown her a grand fireworks show in a restricted zone just to celebrate.

I walked into the living room, feeling exhausted. However, Marco just frowned and covered his nose in disgust.

He hissed, "Chiara, what the