The Mafia King's Unwanted Pregnant Wife

The Mafia King's Unwanted Pregnant Wife

Victory Hunter

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While I was pregnant, my husband held a party downstairs for another woman's son. Through a hidden mental link, I overheard my husband, Don Dante Rossi, tell his consigliere he was going to publicly reject me tomorrow. He planned to make his mistress, Serena, his new mate. An act forbidden by ancient law while I carried his heir. Later, Serena cornered me, her smile venomous. When Dante appeared, she shrieked, clawing her own arm and blaming me for the attack. Dante didn't even look at me. He snarled a command that froze my body and stole my voice, ordering me from his sight as he cradled her. He moved her and her son into our master suite. I was demoted to the guest room at the end of the hall. Passing her open door, I saw him rocking her baby, humming the lullaby my own mother used to sing to me. I heard him promise her, "Soon, my love. I'll sever the bond and give you the life you deserve." The love I felt for him, the power I'd hidden for four years to protect his fragile ego, all turned to ice. He thought I was a weak, powerless wife he could discard. He was about to find out that the woman he betrayed was Alessia De Luca, princess of the most powerful family on the continent. And I was finally going home.

Chapter 1

While I was pregnant, my husband held a party downstairs for another woman's son.

Through a hidden mental link, I overheard my husband, Don Dante Rossi, tell his consigliere he was going to publicly reject me tomorrow. He planned to make his mistress, Serena, his new mate.

An act forbidden by ancient law while I carried his heir.

Later, Serena cornered me, her smile venomous. When Dante appeared, she shrieked, clawing her own arm and blaming me for the attack.

Dante didn't even look at me. He snarled a command that froze my body and stole my voice, ordering me from his sight as he cradled her.

He moved her and her son into our master suite. I was demoted to the guest room at the end of the hall.

Passing her open door, I saw him rocking her baby, humming the lullaby my own mother used to sing to me.

I heard him promise her, "Soon, my love. I'll sever the bond and give you the life you deserve."

The love I felt for him, the power I'd hidden for four years to protect his fragile ego, all turned to ice.

He thought I was a weak, powerless wife he could discard. He was about to find out that the woman he betrayed was Alessia De Luca, princess of the most powerful family on the continent.

And I was finally going home.

Chapter 1

Alessia POV:

During my pregnancy, my husband had an affair with another woman.

My hand trembled, the glass of water sloshing over the rim and onto my fingers. Cold. It was a sharp, unwelcome sensation against my skin. I set the glass down on the marble countertop, my breath catching in my throat.

From the grand hall below, the sound of celebration drifted up-a swell of laughter and applause for a child that was not mine, for a woman who was not me.

A voice, warm and familiar, echoed in the quiet corners of my mind. It was my mother, Sofia, her consciousness reaching for mine across hundreds of miles. The mental link, a gift of the De Luca bloodline, was a silver thread connecting us.

*Alessia, my child. What is happening?*

I closed my eyes, leaning my forehead against the cool glass of the window. I could see the party spilling out onto the lawn, torches lighting up the manicured gardens of the Rossi estate. Dante's estate. My home.

*He's holding a ceremony,* I sent back, my thoughts a painful whisper. *For her. For Serena's son.*

*He dares?* My mother's thought was sharp, laced with the authority of the De Luca Matriarch. The Underworld knew her as the Silver Hand, a woman whose influence was as vast and deep as the ocean. The Rossi Family, in comparison, were new money, a loud and violent storm on the surface.

*He thinks it's the son of a fallen soldier,* I explained, the lie tasting like ash in my mouth. It was a convenient fiction Serena had spun, one Dante had swallowed whole. *He thinks he is showing loyalty to his men.*

*He is showing his weakness,* Sofia corrected, her voice a balm on my frayed nerves. *A Don blinded by a pretty face and a sad story is no Don at all. The De Luca Family does not deal in weakness.*

The weight of the moonstone necklace I wore felt heavy against my chest. It was a family heirloom, carved with the sigil of the White Wolf, meant to dampen my own aura, to hide the true power of my lineage so as not to bruise my husband's fragile ego. I had worn it for four years, dimming my own light so his could shine brighter.

For Dante.

*I know, Mama. I made a mistake.* The admission was a physical pain, a clenching in my chest that made it hard to breathe. I had believed in him. I had loved him. When we first met, it wasn't just an arranged marriage; it was a spark, a pull so strong it felt like destiny. He smelled of leather and gunpowder and something wild, something that called to the wolf in my blood.

He had promised me loyalty. He had sworn an oath. *The Supremacy of Loyalty* is the first law of our world. A Don's word is his bond, his family his strength.

*It was not a mistake to love, Alessia. It was his mistake to betray it,* my mother's voice was firm. *You are a De Luca. You are the true heir. You are not a victim. Now, tell me. What have you decided?*

*I'm leaving him.*

The thought was a blade, and for a moment, the pain was so sharp it stole my breath. But then, it was gone, leaving behind a cold, clean emptiness. It was done. The love had been hollowed out of me, leaving only duty. Duty to my name. Duty to my son.

*Good.* The approval in her thought was a shield around my heart. *My soldiers are waiting beyond the territory line. You will not be alone for a moment.*

I severed the connection, the comforting presence of my mother receding. The silence that followed was absolute.

From my place in the shadows of the upper gallery, I watched him. Don Dante Rossi, my husband, the leader of the Bloodstone Syndicate, held the small boy aloft for the crowd to see. Serena stood beside him, her hand possessively on Dante's arm, a triumphant smirk playing on her lips. She was a rogue, an outsider he'd brought into our family a year ago, and she had systematically poisoned every part of my life.

The crowd cheered. They cheered for the bastard child of a nobody while I, the mother of the true Rossi heir, stood hidden and forgotten. I could feel their thoughts, a murky tide of whispers and assumptions. They believed her lies. They saw me as the cold, barren wife, jealous of the fertile mistress.

I felt a kick, a small, reassuring flutter from within. My son. Our son.

My eyes found Dante's across the crowded hall. He was laughing, his dark eyes crinkling at the corners in that way that used to make my heart ache.

Then, I felt another connection open, not mine. It was his Consigliere, Enzo, his thoughts a worried murmur directed at his Don. *Dante, this is unwise. Alessia...*

Dante's mental reply was a dismissive wave of irritation. *Alessia will understand. She knows her duty.* He glanced up towards the gallery, his eyes scanning the shadows, and a cold command flowed from his mind, meant only for Enzo. *I'll deal with her later. I plan to reject her publicly tomorrow. It's time to make Serena my official mate.*

The words hit me like a physical blow. Rejection. It wasn't just a divorce. For our kind, it was a severing of the soul, a brutal act that would leave me broken and outcast.

He wouldn't dare. The ancient laws forbade it while I was carrying his heir.

Down below, some of the women were gossiping, their thoughts like sharp little needles. "She has nowhere else to go. Pregnant and alone? Dante will keep her around, but Serena is the future."

A cold fire started in my belly, burning away the last of the pain. It forged something new inside me. Strength. Resolve.

They thought I had no choice. They thought I was trapped.

I rested a hand on my stomach, a silent promise to my son.

They were all about to find out how wrong they were.

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