All Chapters of Pregnant By The Mafia Don: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

ARIANNA: At Milo's Private Hospital, I stood beside my mother's bed in the private ward on the fourth floor. The beeping sound of the heart monitor filled my ears. "Mom, I cannot afford the kidney transplant surgery. The doctor said that we have to deposit eight million for the surgery to start. Where am I going to get that kind of money?" I asked her, holding her pale right hand as her left wrist was hooked to an IV drip. Mom needed immediate surgery before the week elapsed. My mother, Lilian, had been full of life before she lost her will to live after my father mercilessly cheated on her. He kicked her out of the mansion they had built together on my mother's sweat and effort. After helping him build the Maddox Corporation from scratch. Yet Dad was having an illicit affair with another woman. He called her his first love, the woman he was supposed to marry and not my mother. He called my mother the stepping stone who helped build him. After 24 years of marriage, he kicked her o

ARIANNA: "Babe, it's no one. I am fine. I promise you," Vincent replied, kissing Talia's cheek as she narrowed her eyes at me. "Vince, if you do not tell me who hit you, then I am not leaving here. Whoever touched you deserves to apologize. Tell me, so that I can deal with them," Talia said, touching Vincent's chin and caressing his cheek. She drew next to him and placed a warm kiss on his lips. Vincent smiled and pointed at Mr. Adam. "He hit me. He took that woman's place." That woman? The way Vincent referred to me pierced my heart deeply. "Mr. Adam, do you want to lose your job? How dare you hit my boyfriend? Apologize to him now!" Talia ordered. She was 22 and had no respect for Mr. Adam. "Miss, I was only trying to protect Arianna. I didn't know he was your boyfriend. I am deeply sorry," Mr. Adam apologized, bowing his head as Talia narrowed her eyes at me. "Let me make this clear to you. The next time you dare to lay your filthy hands on my boyfriend, consider yourself fir

ARIANNA: When we stepped into the feminine clothing store, Rose gestured to the female representative who strode to meet us. Several young women were in the store. It was Friday, so the store buzzed with several shoppers busy selecting different dresses, handbags and underwear. "Welcome, ma'am. What would you like to shop for?" the saleswoman asked kindly. She was tall, fair-skinned, dressed in a yellow top and black straight skirt paired with black shoes with low heels. Rose gestured to me once more. "This is my girl. Get her something sexy and hot. I want a short red dress and black lingerie for her. So make it fast." "Alright, miss. Come with me," the saleswoman led me to the changing room. My body was filled with sweat because I had been anxious all day after getting my mother transferred to the Milos private hospital, and the doctor demanding that I deposit eight million first, before he could find a matching donor for her. I followed the saleswoman, who picked out a red sex

GABRIEL: "They took her away. Please don't hurt me," the trembling man said, as he peered at my face and lowered his head. "Who took them?" I asked, my voice low and dangerous. "Mr. Hunter," he stammered, and my brows furrowed as I let go of him. Hunter Declan. I knew he worked for the rival mafia gang, the Hudson Group. Before I could ask further questions, my phone rang. It was Roman Hudson. "Roman, if you dare to lay a finger on Fiona, I will destroy the entire Hudson Group," I threatened, my fist clenched. Roman burst out laughing over the line. "Gabriel, I would like to see you try. Let's make a deal. Only then can you get your girl back. It took me a great effort to bring her here, so don't think I will release her to you with a single threat. Marry my sister, Agatha Hudson, and will half of the Milos empire to her. Then I will release Fiona to you." I stood silently. "And if I don't?" I finally asked. Roman laughed, his laughter cracking in the air like a fire crackle.

GABRIEL: When I strode into the hotel lobby, most of the staff lowered their heads as they noticed my bodyguards’ escort. I had warned Oliver and Samuel to wait for me at the Jeep. If they followed me inside, my disguise would be useless. I strode to the private elevator and rode up to the seventh floor, where my father’s presidential suite was located. When I arrived at the door, the bodyguard informed me, “The young lady has arrived, boss.” My fists tightened at my sides as I watched the bodyguard stationed at the hotel room door pull it open. When I stepped into the room, I was welcomed by that soft, lovely voice that made my heart skip a beat. It reminded me of the young lady who had cradled my head on her thighs four years earlier. Though I had been losing consciousness at the time, I could still remember her pleading voice. “Please don’t die, sir. Stay with me.” She had shaken me just before my father’s men arrived and took me away. I stood by the door, watching her. Not o