All Chapters of The Mafia Don's Secret : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

CLARA"Are you sure about selling your eggs?" the doctor asked as I sat in his cramped office. His voice was calm, almost too calm, as if this was just another routine day for him.I glanced at the stack of paperwork in front of me. My hands were trembling as I grabbed the pen. I didn’t want to be here. This wasn’t what I wanted for myself.But my phone buzzed again in my pocket, and I knew exactly what the message said without even looking."If you do not pay within three days, your aunt’s operation will be canceled."Three days. That was all the time I had. And I barely had enough money for food, let alone the operation fees.I sighed heavily and shoved the phone back into my pocket. Aunt Maggie’s medical bills were piling up, and the hospital wasn’t going to wait for me to figure things out.“No,” I admitted quietly, “I’m not sure about this.”The doctor’s face softened. “You don’t have to go through with it. There’s still time to back out.”Lucaa, sitting next to me, leaned forwar

CLARA It didn’t take long for the whispers to start. “Did you hear about Clara?” someone would say at the market. “She’s pregnant and not even married.” “She used to be so involved with the church,” another would chime in. “What a shame.” I tried to ignore it, but it was hard. The church had always been a place where I felt safe, but now, even the pastor’s wife gave me cold looks. It wasn’t long before I stopped going altogether. Every Sunday morning, I would hear the church bells ringing, and my chest would ache. But I reminded myself that I didn’t need their approval. My focus was on my baby. At my next antenatal check-up, Lucaa smiled as she looked at the screen. “The baby’s growing well,” she said, pointing at the little shape on the monitor. “It’s ten weeks now and stable.” I couldn’t help but smile. Seeing the baby made everything feel real. But then Lucaa’s expression turned serious. “Clara, it’s still not too late to think about your options. You can choose t

CLARA The blinding white light of the hospital room made my head pound as I slowly opened my eyes. My body felt heavy, and my limbs refused to cooperate. The events of last night rushed back, leaving a sinking feeling in my stomach. Before I could sit up, my uncle’s angry voice filled the room. He was pacing, muttering to himself, his face covered with anger. “You’ve ruined everything!” he spat, spinning around to face me. “Pregnant? You’re pregnant?” I didn’t respond. My throat was dry, and my heart was pounding so fast. “For all the years I’ve put up with you, this is how you repay me? You’ve destroyed everything!” His voice grew louder as he stepped closer to the bed. “What are you talking about?” I managed to croak, my voice barely audible. "What am I talking about, huh?" He leaned over me, I could perceive the smell of alcohol reeking from his breath. “I'm talking about this bastard in your womb. You're getting it out as soon as possible." "Uncle Mark..." Be

CLARA I woke up to the sound of low voices murmuring nearby. My body ached, and my head felt heavy as I blinked against the harsh light streaming into the room. As my vision cleared, I noticed two men sitting by my bedside, dressed in expensive suits and wearing a serious expression that immediately put me on edge.“Good, you’re awake,” one of them said, a little softly. He was holding a folder, and the sight of it made my stomach twist.“Who are you?” I managed to ask, feeling my throat run dry.“We work for Mr. Mateo De Luca,” the man replied, as if that explained everything. “He asked us to give this to you.” He handed me the folder, and I hesitated before taking it. I could feel my hands trembling as I opened it, revealing a thick stack of papers inside. “What is this?” I asked, not taking my gaze off the folder in my hand.“It’s your employment contract,” the man said plainly. “For the next two years, you will work as Mr. De Luca’s personal doctor. Your duties are limited to en

MATEO The business lunch never happened. Instead, the docks were where the real conversation took place. It was cold, and the air smelled of salt and blood. Lorenzo knelt on the ground, his clothes was torn and covered in blood. He was breathing hard, and his face pale. My men stood behind me, quiet, holding their guns, waiting for my command. I leaned against a stack of crates, rolling my cigar between my fingers, letting its orange glow lit faintly on my face. I could perceive the scent of tobacco mixed with the stench of the docks. “Let’s get one thing straight, Lorenzo,” I said, staring directly into his eyes. “You thought you could play me? Send a woman into my yatch like some pawn on your chessboard?” He coughed, spitting blood onto the wooden planks. “Mateo, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he rasped. I crouched in front of him, close enough to see the fear in his eyes. “Don’t insult me." I said coldly. "I don’t like games, Lorenzo. You sent her, didn’t yo