What the Don's Daughter Wants
Eight months pregnant, I went into labor at the exact same time as my husband Jason's sister-in-law after a fall.
But Jason thought I was trying to fight for the family inheritance.
"Janet, I told you the family has already accepted Rachel's child as the future heir of the Martinez family. I never expected you'd go this far—hurting yourself—just for the so-called birthright. I'm so disappointed in you."
According to family rules, the first child born into the Martinez family is the future heir, inheriting everything.
They thought that because I married in as an "ordinary" woman, I would covet that inheritance.
But that crown? It wasn't worthy of my child.
What I never expected was that, the moment Jason walked out, his sister Ashley would deliberately inject me with a drug to stall my labor.
"Janet, Rachel's child is the one who should inherit this family. Your baby? He doesn't qualify."
"Don't worry. Once Rachel's baby is safely delivered, I'll make sure you're well taken care of."
With that, she turned and left me alone in that empty, godforsaken room.
The pain was unbearable. I fought with everything I had to protect my baby.
I screamed for help, but no one answered.
In the end, I pressed the signal button my father had given me.
Dad—please, save me and my baby.