The Mafia King's Pregnant Captive Bride

From the back cover

I am the last surviving Rossi, a hostage kept alive solely to be a breeding vessel for the rival Falcone mafia family.

The Underboss's wife, Cecile, stripped me bare, slapped me fiercely, and forced me into black lace to warm her husband's bed.

"You are nothing but a temporary container to breed the heir I cannot give my husband."

She planned to steal my future child and dispose of me the moment I served my purpose.

In this ruthless estate, her maids and Damien's mistresses mocked me constantly, waiting for the dirty Rossi leftover to be discarded like trash.

I remembered my family begging for mercy right before they were slaughtered by Falcone soldiers.

Submission in their world only meant a faster execution.

Why should I just accept my fate as a disposable incubator while the monsters who ruined my bloodline paraded as untouched royalty?

Instead of cowering, I mercilessly rubbed my bruised cheek until it turned a vicious purple, biting my lip until it bled.

I walked into Damien's study, looking the ruthless Underboss dead in the eye.

"Cecile can give him a name, but I will give him a spine."

When Damien saw my ruined face and heard my defiance, the cold monster finally snapped.

He didn't just protect his property; he publicly stripped his wife of her power, banished his mistresses, and locked the family's reigning sapphires around my neck.

Cecile thought she was sending me to the slaughterhouse, but she had just handed me the throne.