J.D. Pierce

At my ex-fiancé's engagement party to my own sister, a stranger made me come with just his hands and his mouth. I only found out later he was the city's most feared Mafia boss...

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After years of desperate IVF attempts, I overheard my husband boast that the baby was his and his ex's.
The child in my womb wasn't mine!
But when I pressed a gun to the complicit doctor's head, he trembled and spilled an even bigger bombshell—the mix-up wasn't my egg, it was the sperm... and the donor was Damien Costello, the most powerful Mafia Don in the city.
I was carrying Costello's baby!

Years into my marriage, it wasn't until my IVF succeeded that I finally saw my husband for who he truly was.
He had been after one of my kidneys all along. And the eggs had been swapped...
I had been turned into a surrogate for him and his ex-lover without ever knowing it.
But fate had a twisted sense of humor—it was the sperm that got switched, not the eggs.
Even so, I couldn't stomach a marriage built entirely on lies. I was nothing but a tool to him.
I want a divorce.
And I'm going to find the biological father of the child growing inside me.

At the company party, a drunken mistake led me straight into my boss's bedroom...
Rumor had it that Wellington was cold, ruthless, and completely uninterested in women. They said any woman who dared to cross him would face a terrible end.
A month later, when I woke up in his bed again, only one thought screamed through my mind: Run!
But no matter how far she runs, he will hunt her down. **There is nowhere on earth he won't find her.

Rain poured outside the window. His hand pressed against her left chest, but the words from his mouth were venomous and cold.
All because he suspected she had something to do with what happened to his mistress—so he wanted her to suffer the same fate.
She spent the entire night in the rain. When she finally stumbled through the door, barely clothed, what greeted her were the judging eyes of her own family.

On our wedding anniversary, my husband threw my daughter and me out of the house.
I was clutching the debit card where my paycheck went, but I still couldn’t afford my daughter’s hospital bill.
And the man who did this was my husband—the same husband diagnosed with low sperm count.
Just when I had nowhere left to turn, a man appeared who looked shockingly like my daughter.
He actually suspected my daughter was his!

The day my husband lifted another woman into his arms, I was lying on the ground, the runway behind me still smoking from the blast.
“That pregnant woman looks so pitiful.”
The girl in his arms spoke, her voice soft and trembling—so innocent, so kind, so beautiful.
Everything I wasn’t.
If the man holding her weren’t my husband, I would have liked her too.
Just like my husband once liked the woman I used to be.

"Ma'am, I'm sorry... your tenth IVF attempt has failed."
I stumbled out of the hospital in a daze, my mind replaying every devastating rejection I'd heard over the past year.
Until I caught my own reflection in a shop window across the street—my face pale and swollen... and just beyond the glass, my husband clasping a jeweled necklace around his mistress's neck.