Barren Wife? I Carry The Mafia Heirs

“At the grand funeral of the Old Boss, an ironclad decree was laid down: the mother of my husband's firstborn son would inherit the entire mafia empire. But before the ashes were even cold, my best friend Serena appeared in a hospital gown, cradling a newborn boy. She slapped a DNA paternity report against my chest. "Sign the divorce papers, and vanish." My in-laws, who had always despised my three years of barrenness, immediately rejoiced and flocked to Serena's side. They cursed me for being a useless wife and ordered the Syndicate soldiers to drag me out of the estate empty-handed. When I desperately pulled out my ultrasound report to prove I was finally pregnant, my father-in-law actually drew his silver-plated revolver and aimed it directly at my stomach. He ordered his men to drag me to a back-alley clinic for a forced abortion, claiming I was unfit to bear the Don's true heir. I looked at the toxic family surrounding me, my heart turning to absolute ice. For years, I had treated Serena like a sister, and I had served this family with perfect loyalty, yet they were ready to murder my unborn child for a lying usurper. I wiped the blood from my brow and let out a cold, mocking laugh. Instead of begging for mercy, I ordered the family doctor to pull up the raw diagnostic files from Serena's delivery, ready to show them exactly what kind of defective "heir" they were risking their lives for.”