My Mafia Husband Denied Our Child, So I Chose His Rival

"In New York's underworld, no one dared touch the daughter of the family heir at a Bellandi family banquet.

But on Nina's seventh birthday, Dante Bellandi pushed her down next to her birthday cake in front of everyone.

""Don't call me Dad.""

His voice was cold as a loaded gun.

""I'm not your father.""

A second later, he slammed a DNA report bearing a private lab's seal onto the table.

The report had one conclusion: Nina was not a Bellandi by blood."