When the Mafia Don Begs

"I'm scheduling the C-section for tomorrow. The doctor will extract her bone marrow during the procedure."

Those were the words that shattered Selena's world. Her husband, Ellis Winston, the most ruthless Mafia Don in New York, was going to force her to deliver their baby at twenty-seven weeks.

To him, her pregnant body was just a blood farm to cure Jennifer, the manipulative half-sister who supposedly saved his life.

So, Selena ran. She left behind a pool of blood, a crushed ultrasound photo, and a destroyed wedding ring. The world thought she was dead.

Six years later, Ellis is a walking corpse. He rules the global underworld, but he is tormented by the ghost of the wife he pushed to the grave. During his company's grand anniversary banquet, the heavy ballroom doors burst open.

Selena is back.

But she isn't the weak, obedient housewife in a cheap housewife anymore. She is the untouchable heiress of the Merrick billionaire empire. She strides down the red carpet, a signed divorce agreement in hand, ready to crush the man who ruined her.

Ellis refuses to let her go. He is willing to go to war with Wall Street to drag her back. But what will the arrogant Don do when he comes face-to-face with a genius six-year-old boy who looks exactly like him?

He will pay any price to win her back. Even if it costs him his empire, his organs, and his life.

Selena POV

"Your uterine wall is dangerously thin, Mrs. Winston. If you insist on going full term, you will bleed out on the delivery table."

Dr. Lawrence's words rang in my ears, completely drowning out the steady beep of the hospital machines.

I sat frozen on the cold exam table. My hands dropped instinctively to cradle my belly.

I was only twenty-seven weeks pregnant. My baby was still so small. I felt a tiny heel press against my palm. A faint flutter of life. He was trying to comfort me, entirely unaware of the death sentence hanging over us.

"But doctor," I whispered. My voice shook violently. "If we do a C-section now, won't it hurt him? His lungs aren't ready."

Dr. Lawrence looked at me over her glasses. I saw a flash of deep pity in her eyes. "I understand your concern, Selena. But you have to weigh the risks. Your life is on the line. You need to discuss this with your husband."

I nodded numbly. I slid off the table and left the office.

The VIP wing of the hospital was dead quiet. The air smelled of sharp antiseptic and lemon floor wax.

I pulled out my phone. The screen lit up: Ellis Winston – Calling...

It rang and rang. Then, voicemail.

A hard knot of anxiety twisted in my chest.

Where was Ellis? He was the Don of the most powerful Mafia family in the state. I knew his world was filled with violence and endless business.

But he promised he would come to the