Barren Wife? I Carry The Mafia Heirs

At the grand funeral of the Old Boss, an ironclad decree was laid down: the mother of my husband's firstborn son would inherit the entire mafia empire.

But before the ashes were even cold, my best friend Serena appeared in a hospital gown, cradling a newborn boy.

She slapped a DNA paternity report against my chest.

"Sign the divorce papers, and vanish."

My in-laws, who had always despised my three years of barrenness, immediately rejoiced and flocked to Serena's side.

They cursed me for being a useless wife and ordered the Syndicate soldiers to drag me out of the estate empty-handed.