My Four Unborn Babies Died For A Bird
Alice Ellan · Completed · 6.9k Words
Introduction
Even when I was carrying healthy twins, my own parents held me down and forced abortion pills down my throat. My husband—the man I once took a bullet for—watched coldly. "Listen to the bird. Abort."
Lying in a pool of blood, I finally discovered the horrific truth. There was no "sacred bird." My marriage, my ruined womb, and all the IVF tortures were actually part of a terrifying conspiracy.
On my fourth pregnancy, the bird finally decreed, "Keep it!"
As the whole family treated me like a queen and rejoiced to welcome their precious heir, I quietly walked into the operating room.
Armed with lethal evidence, I crashed their grand succession ceremony.
You want an heir? I’ll send you all to hell instead.
Chapter 1
Three years ago, I took a bullet for the mafia boss, Marco DeLuca.
The injury severely damaged my body, but it also made him determined to marry me.
For three years, I endured the absolute torture of IVF, practically chained to the fertility clinic by my in-laws who aggressively demanded an heir.
Yet, their obsession with my fertility masked a sick paradox.
I got pregnant twice. I even picked out names.
But I never got to see them born—all because of a talking myna bird kept in the Cliffside Estate.
Its name was Dante.
The first two times I got pregnant, Dante stared fiercely at my belly and squawked, "End it! End it!"
I thought it was just a joke.
But to my father-in-law, Vincenzo, and mother-in-law, Carmela, the bird's words triggered some brutal family protocol.
They immediately locked down the estate and dragged me to the medical wing to abort my babies.
I used to wonder why Marco didn't stop them.
He was the Boss, the ruthless head of the syndicate.
But while Marco ruled the streets with an iron fist, Vincenzo still controlled the family’s legacy trust and the Old Guard enforcers inside the estate.
Whenever I got pregnant, a sudden, violent "crisis" would conveniently erupt at the docks, or a fake federal raid would require the Boss's immediate presence.
Marco would be sent away to handle the bloodbath. He was completely sealed off by his parents' ironclad manipulation over our lives.
By the time he returned, I was always forced to swallow my trauma and pretend I had miscarried naturally.
Then came my third pregnancy. This time, I knew better than to trust anyone.
I masked my symptoms, sneaked out of the estate, and secretly visited an independent hospital.
The ultrasound report didn't just show that my babies were absolutely healthy—it showed I was having twins.
I guarded my babies with my own life, planning to escape the city before my in-laws ever found out.
But I vastly underestimated the DeLuca family's surveillance.
Right as I walked out of the clinic, Vincenzo’s security team ambushed me.
They forced me into a black SUV, and dragged me straight back to the Cliffside Estate as a prisoner.
The moment I was forcefully shoved into the hall,
Dante fluttered its wings and started screaming. "End it! End it!"
I scrambled to my feet, desperately pulling the crumpled ultrasound report from my pocket.
"You can't do this!" I screamed, waving the paper at them.
"They are your grandkids ! Please ."
To my absolute horror, my in-laws showed no surprise or joy at all. They just stared at me .
"You cannot keep these babies. You must go end it right now," Carmela urged impatiently, not even bothering to glance at the medical proof.
Why inject me with hormones for years, only to butcher my children the moment I conceived?
It was as if they weren't waiting for a baby, but a very specific, twisted criteria that my babies somehow failed to meet.
"The medical van is waiting outside. You are coming with us right now," Vincenzo added.
He signaled the security guards and grabbed my armsto go out .
Meanwhile, Dante kept shrieking . "End it! End it!"
I kicked wildly and screamed in protest.
"No! I don't agree! I've been through hell over these three years just to get pregnant!
Why are you forcing me to kill my own children?!"
I desperately wanted an answer.
Vincenzo stepped right up to me and scolding me harshly. "You are the daughter-in-law of this family! Cut the nonsense !"
My strength was no match for them .
I was pulled out of the hall and dragged to the front gate of the courtyard.
Seeing the open doors of the medical van waiting in the shadows, I completely let go of my dignity. I dropped flat on the cold ground to beg.
"Dad! Mom! I'm begging you, the kids are innocent!" I sobbed, tears blurring my vision. "Will you at least show the reports to Marco? Don't listen to a bird! Please, let me keep my babies!"
But my parents-in-law remained totally unmoved.
"Who told you it's just a bird?" she stated flatly, adjusting her silk shawl. "Your pregnancy didn't meet the family's requirements. So today, these babies must disappear ."
Thinking of my babies' doomed fate, I felt nothing but crushing despair.
I thought I had no choice but to accept my gruesome end and be shoved into the medical van.
But right then, a familiar car pulled up to the estate gates. The doors opened, and the people who stepped out were my mom and dad.
At that exact moment, a wave of relief washed over me. I truly believed that my babies and I were finally going to be saved.
Last Chapters
You Might Like 😍
The Deadly Mafia Princess
Her gang take the matter in their own hands, to try to save their leader from the horror of her home. What none of them know, they wasn’t her real parents, and now Ro will be sent away to live with her real family. That makes her closest members in her gang pack up and move as well. They don’t want to be far away from their leader.
The CEO's Unspoken Love
Before I could answer, he moved closer, suddenly looming over me, his face inches from mine. I felt my breath caught, my lips parting in surprise.
"Then this is the price for speaking ill of me to others," he murmured, nipping my lower lip before claiming my mouth in a real kiss. It began as punishment but quickly transformed into something else entirely as I responded, my initial rigidity melting into compliance, then active participation.
My breathing accelerated, small sounds escaping my throat as he explored my body. His touches were both punishment and pleasure, drawing shudders from me that I thought he felt reverberating through his own body.
My nightgown had ridden up, his hands discovering more of mine with each caress. We were both lost in sensation, rational thought receding with each passing second...
Three years ago, to fulfill the wish of his grandmother, I was forced to marry Derek Wells, the second son of the family that had adopted me for ten years. He didn't love me, but I had secretly loved him all along.
Now, the three-year contractual marriage is about to end, but I feel that some kind of sentiment has developed between Derek and me that neither of us is willing to admit. I'm not sure if my feelings are right, but I know that we can't resist each other physically...
Rise of the Banished She-Wolf
That roar stole my eighteenth birthday and shattered my world. My first shift should have been glory—blood turned blessing into shame. By dawn they'd branded me "cursed": cast out by my pack, abandoned by family, stripped of my nature. My father didn't defend me—he sent me to a forsaken island where wolfless outcasts were forged into weapons, forced to kill each other until only one could leave.
On that island I learned the darkest edges of humanity and how to bury terror in bone. Countless times I wanted to surrender—dive into the waves and never surface—but the accusing faces that haunted my dreams pushed me back toward something colder than survival: revenge. I escaped, and for three years I hid among humans, collecting secrets, learning to move like a shadow, sharpening patience into precision—becoming a blade.
Then, under a full moon, I touched a bleeding stranger—and my wolf returned with a violence that made me whole. Who was he? Why could he wake what I'd thought dead?
One thing I know: now is the time.
I have waited three years for this. I will make everyone who destroyed me pay—and take back everything that was stolen from me.
Aphrodite and the Cursed Mate Bond
She finds truth.
Aphrodite is not human at all. She is a rare white wolf, descended from an ancient Direwolf bloodline long believed extinct. The ritual meant to sever her ties awakens her wolf instead and with it comes the scent of five mates bound to her by fate.
The Alpha twins who once scorned her now cannot stay away. A human hunter walks beside her and proves that strength is not born of fangs or dominance. A cursed Wolf King holds the key to her past and her father’s imprisonment. And watching from the shadows is one who was never meant to interfere at all.
As gods fall, packs fracture, and war reshapes the world, Aphrodite must decide what destiny truly means. Is it submission to fate or the courage to choose her own path.
Love does not come in one form. Neither does power.
In a world ruled by gods and wolves, Aphrodite will become something neither ever expected.
Not a queen.
But the axis upon which the world turns.
To protect what’s mine
Where The Ice Gives Way
Blake Atlas scents his mate the moment Charlotte arrives. The bond hits hard and unmistakable, but Charlotte doesn’t recognise it. She doesn’t know why her chest keeps pulling toward the one boy she absolutely cannot afford to want. Blake is Charlie’s new hockey captain. Charlie’s chance at making something good. Charlie makes it clear; his sister is off-limits and Blake tries to do the right thing, but secrets don’t stay buried forever. Rogues prowl the edges of town. The ice cracks. The bond tightens. Then Charlotte’s rare white wolf awakens, the very thing that makes her powerful, also makes her a target.
Shanti needs Shakti. (Peace needs strength.)
Where the Ice Gives Way is a slow-burn YA paranormal romance filled with fated mates, protective alpha energy, fierce sibling loyalty, found family pack bonds, hurt/comfort, and quiet, aching tension. It’s a story about first belonging, learning to be cared for, and what happens when the girl who has always held everyone else up finally falls, and someone catches her.
A pack of their own
The Vampire Prince's Hybrid Bride
Goddess Of The Underworld
When the veil between the Divine, the Living, and the Dead begins to crack, Envy is thrust beneath with a job she can’t drop: keep the worlds from bleeding together, shepherd the lost, and make ordinary into armour, breakfasts, bedtime, battle plans. Peace lasts exactly one lullaby. This is the story of an orphan pup who became a goddess by choosing her family; of four imperfect alphas learning how to be better. Steamy, fierce, and full of heart, Goddess of the Underworld is a reverse harem, found-family paranormal romance where love writes the rules and keeps three realms from falling apart.
Lone Wolf
I am completely a sobbing mess.
But before I can do or say anything, Sapphire pushes through and pushes me back into the darkness with a block on me.
I am in darkness yet again due to my wolf, why is she doing this?
I have had enough of this, I want out. I want answers.
Mila Dawson and her wolf Sapphire are the white wolf creation of the Moon Goddess herself. However, Mila is the only wolf in a small town full of supernatural beings and has no memory of how she came to the small town. When a new pack of wolves moves into the territory near the town, Mila is stunned to find out that the alpha’s son Nathaniel is her mate. When she turns 18, memories flood back and she is hit with some dark secrets, a lost family member, a guardian, and a pending war to face. This is the Book 1 of 2.
The mafia princess return
HER ALPHA, HER SAVIOUR
Kane Hellboud, charm and wealth personified, wanted only me in exchange for her treatment. No cameras, isolation, or noose-like rules were part of the deal. Behind his smile? Cold, violent possessiveness that destroyed our fake marriage.
Most of all, I didn’t know the supernatural walked among us, hiding in the cracks of ordinary life. Not until Abel Stone stepped into mine—dark-eyed, sharp-tongued, and oozing dangerous promises. He’s my new boss. He shouldn’t make my skin tingle or my pulse race. I shouldn’t feel this primal pull, this illogical recognition that tugs at something deep in my bones.
Around him, lights burst, electronics fry, and something ancient in me awakens.
Kane feels it. His grip tightens, punishments turn brutal, and he hides the truth of what I am.
Trapped between two powerful men, I’m no prey, no pawn—no helpless victim.
Prisons burn. Monsters bleed. As for me? I'm the storm in skin—deadly beyond suspicion.
