Blood and Queen: My Mafia Husband Begs for My Forgiveness

On the day I was kidnapped,, I called my mafia husband ninety-nine times while I was bleeding in a dark warehouse, only to hear my older sister’s moans on the hundredth call.

“Luciano, if this carries on, I can conceive your heir in a month. Are you sure I should take contraceptives after this and not worry about carrying your children?"

My hands holding the phone trembled violently, as if a fishbone was stuck in my throat.

“Penelope is already my surrogate. Since pregnancy is risky for you, no matter how many children you want, I can keep getting her pregnant year after year until you are…