What the Don's Daughter Wants

Eight months pregnant, I went into labor at the exact same time as my husband Jason's sister-in-law after a fall.

But Jason thought I was trying to fight for the family inheritance.

"Janet, I told you the family has already accepted Rachel's child as the future heir of the Martinez family. I never expected you'd go this far—hurting yourself—just for the so-called birthright. I'm so disappointed in you."

According to family rules, the first child born into the Martinez family is the future heir, inheriting everything.

They thought that because I married in as an "ordinary" woman, I would covet that inheritance.

But that crown? It wasn't worthy of my child.

What I never expected was that, the moment Jason walked out, his sister Ashley would deliberately inject me with a drug to stall my labor.

"Janet, Rachel's child is the one who should inherit this family. Your baby? He doesn't qualify."

"Don't worry. Once Rachel's baby is safely delivered, I'll make sure you're well taken care of."

With that, she turned and left me alone in that empty, godforsaken room.

The pain was unbearable. I fought with everything I had to protect my baby.

I screamed for help, but no one answered.

In the end, I pressed the signal button my father had given me.

Dad—please, save me and my baby.

Janet's POV

Eight months pregnant, I went into labor at the exact same time as my husband Jason's sister-in-law after a fall.

I lay on the delivery bed, contractions tightening one after another.

My husband Jason held my hand, his eyes full of concern.

But the words that came out of his mouth sent a chill straight through me.

"Janet, I told you the family has already accepted Rachel's child as the future heir of the Martinez family. I never expected you'd go this far—hurting yourself—just for the so-called birthright. I'm so disappointed in you."

Jason thought I had done it on purpose—to steal the inheritance right from under Rachel's child.

Because according to family rules, the first child born into the Martinez family is the future heir, inheriting everything.

Four months ago, his older brother died in a car crash.

Left behind a pregnant widow—Rachel, three months along.

At the funeral, old Mr. Martinez wept bitterly as he gripped Rachel's hand.

"Make sure this baby is born safely, Rachel. I promise you—the future heir of the Martinez family will be your child."

Everyone had already accepted it. Rachel's baby was the family's destined successor.

And I had never once thought of fighting for any of that.

The pain was too much for me to bother explaining. Then Jason's phone rang.

He answered it, muttered a few words, and when he hung up, he was already pulling away from my bedside.

"Rachel's condition is getting worse. I need to be over there. Stop obsessing over power and think about our baby instead. Ashley will take care of you."

Ashley was Jason's sister.

I wanted to stop him. But