“I married Julian, the city's most ruthless Mafia Don, trading my freedom and body just to keep my dying sister alive. But when Elena needed an emergency surgery, Julian coldly denied the three hundred thousand dollars. "Submit the request to Serena. She handles all financial approvals," he dismissed me, knowing full well his secretary despised me. Serena intentionally stalled the funds, mocking my desperation while Julian rewarded her with a sacred blood-diamond heirloom meant only for the Mafia Queen. While they laughed over wine at a high-end restaurant, I watched my fragile sister pull her own life-support tubes to free me from my mafia enslavement. The devastating shock ripped through my abdomen, and in a horrific pool of blood on the clinic floor, I miscarried Julian's unborn heir. Even then, Julian's only message was a cold threat, demanding I drop to my knees and apologize to Serena for my attitude. I stared at the flatlining monitor, my soul completely hollowed out. I was his wife, yet he had casually handed the power of life and death over my only family to a malicious subordinate who wanted me replaced. I didn't shed another tear. I surgically cleared the tragic remains of my pregnancy, packed the bloody tissue into a sealed medical cooler along with my signed severance papers, and had it delivered straight to the Don's mahogany desk before vanishing into the night.”