Her Blood Emergency Was Fake. My Dead Baby Wasn't

When I was two months pregnant with the heir to the Moretti Family, my husband, Julian Moretti, ordered me to give blood to Anne, the daughter of one of his family's oldest allies.

I refused.

My doctor had warned me that I was severely anemic. Losing blood could put both me and the baby at risk.

But the men gathered outside the Moretti family's private medical wing looked at me as though I were being selfish.

"Anne is on the operating table, and you're the only one here with a matching blood type. She's practically family. What's the problem with giving a little blood?"