I Froze in the Dark, The Don Lost His Only Bloodline
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I was carrying Don Elijah’s child. But on the exact day I went into labor, the man I loved dragged me to an underground freezer—standing at a deadly minus ten degrees Celsius—and locked the heavy metal door.
The reason? The Varro Mafia family’s ironclad rule: the firstborn son inherits the entire empire. His brother’s wife, Elena, was also pregnant, our due dates separated by a single day.
To guarantee his brother’s child secured the throne, Elijah callously snuffed out my hope.
"Elena’s child must be born first," he demanded coldly. "This is what you owe them!"
He ignored the warm rush of my broken water. He ignored my agonizing, tearing contractions. He shoved me into the icy darkness, violently injecting me with a drug specifically designed to halt my labor.
Curled up on the frost-covered concrete, freezing and completely alone, I clutched my stomach in sheer agony. In the suffocating cold, I felt the terrifying stillness. I felt the tiny, fighting heartbeat inside me slowly, torturously fading away.
Hot tears streamed down my face, freezing before they hit the ground.
"My baby..." I whispered into the pitch-black void, my heart shattering into a million pieces. "Mommy is so sorry..."
Elijah sacrificed our child out of blind loyalty to his brother. But when he finally opens that frostbitten door, he won’t merely find a broken woman—he will face the terrifying, irreversible ruin of his own legacy.
The reason? The Varro Mafia family’s ironclad rule: the firstborn son inherits the entire empire. His brother’s wife, Elena, was also pregnant, our due dates separated by a single day.
To guarantee his brother’s child secured the throne, Elijah callously snuffed out my hope.
"Elena’s child must be born first," he demanded coldly. "This is what you owe them!"
He ignored the warm rush of my broken water. He ignored my agonizing, tearing contractions. He shoved me into the icy darkness, violently injecting me with a drug specifically designed to halt my labor.
Curled up on the frost-covered concrete, freezing and completely alone, I clutched my stomach in sheer agony. In the suffocating cold, I felt the terrifying stillness. I felt the tiny, fighting heartbeat inside me slowly, torturously fading away.
Hot tears streamed down my face, freezing before they hit the ground.
"My baby..." I whispered into the pitch-black void, my heart shattering into a million pieces. "Mommy is so sorry..."
Elijah sacrificed our child out of blind loyalty to his brother. But when he finally opens that frostbitten door, he won’t merely find a broken woman—he will face the terrifying, irreversible ruin of his own legacy.
