The Mafia Regretted After Having My Uterus Removed

Aiden was certain my father had murdered his. Fueled by revenge, he exploited my love, demolishing my father's criminal empire. His cruelty knew no end. He used me as a punching bag for his anger, and even had my uterus removed, stealing my womanhood. Just as he realized he loved me, I was brutally robbed and burned to ashes. Or so he thought. Three years passed. In a remote place, he saw me, now a doctor. The moment he laid eyes on me, he was desperate to tell me the truth... I, who'd given everything to the man I loved, had been utterly betrayed.

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Chapter 1

Aiden stared at the pregnancy test, his face darkened with frustration as he growled, "Why aren't you pregnant yet?"

"Just give me more time. I'll get pregnant."

He scoffed. "Then hurry up and serve me!"

I bit my lip, overwhelmed with humiliation, but had no choice but to obey, stepping toward him.

"Kneel!Use your mouth." he ordered from above, his eyes filled with disgust, as though I were the filthiest thing in the world.

My hands trembled as I slowly undid his belt, closing my eyes and bowing my head, humiliated, as I leaned in.

He moaned in pleasure, but didn't forget to mock me, "Should really let everyone see Kinson's daughter in this pitiful state!"

He shoved me onto the sofa and kissed me aggressively.

"No." I instinctively tried to resist, but his cold words hit me like ice: "Don't want to get pregnant?"

I let my hands fall, powerless. Yes, only pregnancy would give me the chance to have Aiden help treat my father.

Tears welled up in my eyes.

Ten years ago, my father's Silver Fang Gang had destroyed Aiden's father's Shadow Serpent Gang.

Ten years later, I fall in love with Aiden.It was like bringing a wolf into the house. He used me, destroyed the Silver Fang Gang effortlessly, and then turned around and embraced Sucy.

Later, I got drunk and crashed my car, causing Sucy's miscarriage and leaving her unable to have children.

Aiden, seeking revenge, forced me -only by getting pregnant, giving birth, and repaying the debt would I be free. Only then could he save my father.

Aiden dressed himself, casting not even a glance at me as he coldly turned and walked away.

I stared at his retreating figure, curled up, and the tears I had fought so hard to hold back finally fell.

The next morning, I forced my exhausted body to dress and painfully walked into the kitchen. Just as I was about to set breakfast on the table, the door was suddenly kicked open.

Sucy stormed in.

She sneered and grabbed my cup of hot coffee and poured it over my head.

"Hiss-" My cheek burned, the skin reddening as blisters began to form.

"Are you crazy?"

Sucy grabbed my collar, biting out, "You killed my child, and now you dare to seduce Aiden?"

"It's Aiden who forced me to be a surrogate! You think I want to live with this man who destroyed my family?!"

With a resounding slap, she struck my face, blood trickling from the corner of my mouth.

"You slut! Still trying to argue?!"

Just as she raised a fruit knife in fury, I felt utter despair. Suddenly, Aiden appeared, shouting, "Stop!"

I looked up in shock, and saw him gently embracing Sucy, softly saying, "Sucy, don't dirty your hands."

Sucy cried softly in his arms. "Aiden, I don't want her to be the surrogate. I hate her."

Aiden wiped her tears away tenderly. "If you don't like her, then let her go. We can adopt a child."

Aiden looked down at Sucy, his expression unreadable, before turning to me with icy contempt. "Don't let me see your face again."

I took a deep breath, feeling as though everything had come to an end.

A month later, I received the doctor's call. "Congratulations, you're pregnant."

"Are you sure?"

The doctor handed me the ultrasound, and as I was leaving, I bumped into Aiden and Sucy.

Sucy immediately caught sight of me and screamed, "Aiden, it's Alice! She's stalking us!"

I quickened my pace.

Aiden's voice turned cold as he called out, "Stop!"

My scalp tingled as I clenched my fists. I walked even faster. Aiden's fury surged, and in a few strides, he caught up to me, grabbing my wrist and forcing me to look at him. "Why are you running?"

I instinctively cradled my stomach, lowering my voice. "I'm not."

Aiden sneered, "Do you think I'm blind?"

Sucy stepped forward. "Alice, do you enjoy stalking us? How shameless!"

People around us started to look. I was too tired to explain. "Let go of me!"

But Aiden wouldn't release me. He coldly interrogated me, "Tell me, were you following us?"

I scoffed bitterly. "Aiden. We have nothing left between us. Let go of me."

Aiden gripped my wrist tighter. In the struggle, my bag fell, and the ultrasound slid out.

I rushed to pick it up, but Sucy beat me to it.

"What's this?" She unfurled the ultrasound, her face draining of color.

Aiden picked it up, his eyes turning cold. "So, you're pregnant after all."

"This child has nothing to do with you." I turned to leave.

Sucy immediately burst into tears, grabbing Aiden. "Aiden, is this your child? Will you abandon me? I can't even be a mother."

Aiden quickly pulled her into his arms, comforting her softly. "No, my woman is only you."

Then, he looked at me with cold eyes. "Since you're not going to interfere, then get rid of the child. Don't think you can use this to threaten me."

My whole body went stiff.

"Aiden, I told you, this child has nothing to do with you. I won't threaten you. I can disappear from your life forever."

Aiden only sneered. "You think I'll believe you?" His eyes were like ice. "This child has to be aborted."

I clutched my stomach and staggered backward. "No! This child is mine, you have no right!"

I tried to run, but Aiden yanked me back.

"You have no say in this!" His cold voice rang in my ears as he dragged me toward the hospital.

"Please, leave my child alone." I sobbed, struggling, "I'll leave, I'll disappear forever."

Aiden's gaze was cold, devoid of any mercy. "I don't believe a word you say. This child must be terminated."

I felt dead inside as I was pushed into the operating room.

Aiden's voice was cold. "No anesthesia! Let her remember this pain!"

He turned and walked away.

I lay on the operating table, tears sliding silently down my face.

The cold instruments invaded my body without mercy, and I gripped the doctor's hand, pleading, "Please. don't hurt my child."

Continue to next part

I was the Architect who built the digital fortress for the most feared Don in New York. To the world, I was Brendan Wiggins’s silent, elegant Queen. But then my burner phone buzzed under the dinner table. It was a photo from his mistress: a positive pregnancy test. "Your husband is celebrating right now," the caption read. "You are just the furniture." I looked across the table at Brendan. He smiled and held my hand, lying to my face without blinking. He thought he owned me because he saved my life ten years ago. He told her I was just "functional." That I was a barren asset he kept around to look respectable, while she carried his legacy. He thought I would accept the disrespect because I had nowhere else to go. He was wrong. I didn't want to divorce him—you don't divorce a Don. And I didn't want to kill him. That was too easy. I wanted to erase him. I liquidated fifty million dollars from the offshore accounts only I could access. I destroyed the servers I had built. Then, I contacted a black-market chemist for a procedure called "Tabula Rasa." It doesn't kill the body. It wipes the mind clean. A total hard reset of the soul. On his birthday, while he was out celebrating his bastard son, I drank the vial. When he finally came home to find the empty house and the melted wedding ring, he realized the truth. He could burn the world down looking for me, but he would never find his wife. Because the woman who loved him no longer existed.

Mafia Modern Romance

8.3

Between Us : Bound To The Hot Mafia Uncle

8.3

" let that wetness drip. I want to see what I do to you without even touching You " He stared at her trembling fragile figure who stood naked in front of him with wetness dripping down her thighs making her cheeks burn in shame and embarrassment and he just sat there, staring at her. " Please ...... daddy " ---------- He was my father's best friend and a very close family friend. I had been in love with him since I was fifteen. He was the man of my dreams but Also a man I could never have. A man who could make me feel tingles. One night and It changed everything. I was in bed, letting my hand satisfy the needs and desires of my dark fantasies when he had just walked in, catching me disheveled and messed up. That night he had helped me and that was the first time I had gotten off. I thought it was a step closer to our relationship but He made it clear, he wanted to be a father figure to me. But his body opposed his words. I knew Luciano Morelli wanted me just as much as I did or maybe more.

Mafia Modern Romance

8.4

From Discarded Wife To The Don's Successor

8.4

I was tightening my husband’s tie for the photographers at the gala when my phone buzzed against my thigh. A single notification stopped my heart dead. Julius had just wired five million dollars—capital I had secretly stolen from my father to build his company—to an account named 'K. Drake'. When I confronted him later that night, he didn't apologize. Instead, he lured me to an empty warehouse and detonated a rigged gas line. I woke up in a hospital bed, my body broken and my mind racing. Julius stood over me, checking his watch, looking terrifyingly calm. "The baby is gone," he said dismissively, referring to the pregnancy I hadn't even told him about yet. "But Kenzie needs a bone marrow transplant. You're a match." He was holding our daughter, Ava, hostage. He told me if I didn't give his mistress my marrow, I’d never see my child again. He looked at me with total contempt. To him, I was just a boring, civilian housewife. A prop he had used and was now ready to discard. He had no idea who I really was. He didn't know that the "bank loans" I secured for him were actually laundered syndicate money. He didn't know that the father I "didn't talk to" was Horacio Horton, the most feared Don on the East Coast. I let them take the marrow. I let them believe they had broken me. Then, as soon as Julius left the room, I reached for the phone and dialed a number I hadn't used in ten years. "Papa," I whispered into the receiver. "Send the army." The civilian Florence died in that bed. The Mob Princess had just returned to take her throne.

Mafia Modern Romance

7.5

From Mafia Doll To Montana Queen

7.5

I was the invisible daughter of the Hayes crime family, secretly painting portraits of Marcus, the Underboss. He was the man who had once protected me from the world, the man I loved from the shadows. But he chose power over affection. To secure an alliance, he engaged Isabella. Threatened by my existence, Isabella staged a fake miscarriage and framed me for destroying her heirloom wedding dress. Marcus didn't ask for my side of the story. Blinded by rage over his "lost heir," he ordered his guards to drag me to the Ice Cellar—a freezing underground torture chamber used for traitors. For days, I shivered in the absolute darkness, listening to the water drip, realizing the man I worshiped was actually my jailer. My father, protecting his own millions, let it happen. In that cold, the girl who loved Marcus died. When he finally released me, he expected me to be broken, obedient, and grateful for his mercy. Instead, I burned every painting I had ever made of him. I packed a single bag and vanished into the night, escaping to a rugged ranch in Montana where no one knew my name. Three years later, the truth about Isabella’s lies finally surfaced. Marcus tracked me down. The King of New York fell to his knees in the dirt and cow manure of my new home, weeping, begging, and offering me the entire world to come back. I looked down at the man who once owned my heart. "You can't un-shatter a glass, Marcus," I said coldly. "I'm not coming home."

Mafia Modern Romance

9.2

From Mafia Pawn To The Don's Queen

9.2

It wasn't a gun, but the pen in my hand was going to end my life just the same. Liam, the man I was supposed to marry in a month, pointed to the tablet on his desk. It showed a live feed of my mother’s hospital room. "Sign the confession, Ava," he said, his voice devoid of any warmth. "Take the fall for the embezzlement. Or the funding for her ventilator stops in ten seconds." My heart hammered against my ribs. The crimes weren't mine. They belonged to Chloe, his mistress. But Liam Valenti, the Underboss of New York, was sacrificing me to save her. "She's fragile," he said casually, adjusting his silk cuffs. "She can't handle prison. You're strong. You'll survive." With tears blurring my vision, I signed the document. I signed away my career as a lawyer and my freedom to save my mother. Liam snatched the paper like a prize. He didn't offer comfort. He just smirked. "Good girl. The wedding is still on, of course. You'll look beautiful in the ankle monitor." He walked out to celebrate with his mistress, thinking he had won. Thinking he owned me. But he forgot one crucial detail. I wasn't just his fiancée. I was the one who laundered his money. I knew where every body was buried—literally and financially. The moment the door clicked shut, I stopped crying. I pulled out a burner phone and opened an encrypted app. I wasn't going to jail. I was going to war. I typed three words to the one man Liam feared most. "Execute Protocol Zero."

Mafia Modern Romance

9.3

I Resign: The Mafia Boss's Unwanted Wife

9.3

I was gasping for air on the cold marble floor of the Syndicate Ball, my lungs seizing in a familiar, lethal rhythm. My inhaler was just five feet away, but it might as well have been miles. Dante Moretti, the man who bought my life with his blood eight years ago, looked right at me. He saw my panic. He saw the weakness he despised. Then, he turned his back on me to continue waltzing with his mistress. That betrayal was just the beginning. When the elevator trapped us days later, the lights flickering and the air growing thin, Dante didn't hesitate. He pried the doors open and carried Sofia out like a fragile bride. He left me—his wife with a diagnosed respiratory condition—alone in the suffocating dark to die. He missed my birthday dinner to comfort her on a Ferris Wheel, leaving me to celebrate with a single candle on a slice of toast. I finally realized that to him, I wasn't a wife to be cherished. I was just property to be owned. Something inside me didn't just break; it clicked into place. I stopped waiting for him to come home. I left my wedding ring on the table, blocked his number, and walked out into the night. Now, Dante is tearing the city apart to find me, claiming he realizes his mistake. But he's too late. Because the man standing beside me now isn't offering me a diamond ring or empty promises. He just handed me a loaded Glock and asked if I wanted to be his Queen.

Mafia Modern Romance

The Mafia Regretted After Having My Uterus Removed

Chapter 1

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