Jilted Mistress? I Am The Mafia Queen

I handed the man I loved a positive pregnancy test, expecting the silver engagement ring I had spent years saving up for.

Instead, Ryan shoved a marriage certificate inscribed with another woman's name in my face.

He told me he needed her mafia family's backing to become a Capo, and our unborn child was a liability.

Before I could even process the betrayal, his hand clamped around my throat.

He slammed me against the fridge and forced a pill down my throat.

As I collapsed in a pool of my own blood, screaming in agony, he pulled out his phone.

He calmly recorded my battered, bleeding body to prove his loyalty to his new wife, Victoria.

Later that night, they dragged me into an exclusive underworld club.

Victoria and her clique poured scalding coffee on me, kicked my ribs, and played the audio of what he did to me for everyone to laugh at.

Ryan watched me bleed with eyes entirely devoid of remorse.

I lay on the cold marble floor, completely broken.

The boy who had protected me from the streets since we were kids had become a monster, trading my life and our child for a taste of real power.

Just as they raised their phones to broadcast my final humiliation to the underworld, the heavy double doors swung open.

Don Victor Vance, the city's most terrifying syndicate boss, parted the sea of abusers.

He fell to his knees, weeping as he pulled my bleeding body into his arms.

I managed a weak smile.

"Dad, you came."