Jilted Mistress? I Am The Mafia Queen

I handed the man I loved a positive pregnancy test, expecting the silver engagement ring I had spent years saving up for.

Instead, Ryan shoved a marriage certificate inscribed with another woman's name in my face.

He told me he needed her mafia family's backing to become a Capo, and our unborn child was a liability.

Before I could even process the betrayal, his hand clamped around my throat.

He slammed me against the fridge and forced a pill down my throat.

As I collapsed in a pool of my own blood, screaming in agony, he pulled out his phone.