Bleeding to Death, Yet my Mafia Husband Still Disregarded His Heir

I was bleeding to death, begging my husband, Raphael, to take me to the hospital, but he didn’t even look up from his desk.

He told me I was being dramatic. That mafia wives didn't cry over a little pain.

But the pain wasn't just a pregnancy complication. It was cancer. And the doctor gave me a devastating choice: save myself, or save my unborn baby.

When I rushed home to tell the ruthless Don of the Costa Syndicate the news, I didn't find a husband ready to comfort me.