I Froze in the Dark, The Don Lost His Only Bloodline
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Introduction
The reason? The Varro Mafia family’s ironclad rule: the firstborn son inherits the entire empire. His brother’s wife, Elena, was also pregnant, our due dates separated by a single day.
To guarantee his brother’s child secured the throne, Elijah callously snuffed out my hope.
"Elena’s child must be born first," he demanded coldly. "This is what you owe them!"
He ignored the warm rush of my broken water. He ignored my agonizing, tearing contractions. He shoved me into the icy darkness, violently injecting me with a drug specifically designed to halt my labor.
Curled up on the frost-covered concrete, freezing and completely alone, I clutched my stomach in sheer agony. In the suffocating cold, I felt the terrifying stillness. I felt the tiny, fighting heartbeat inside me slowly, torturously fading away.
Hot tears streamed down my face, freezing before they hit the ground.
"My baby..." I whispered into the pitch-black void, my heart shattering into a million pieces. "Mommy is so sorry..."
Elijah sacrificed our child out of blind loyalty to his brother. But when he finally opens that frostbitten door, he won’t merely find a broken woman—he will face the terrifying, irreversible ruin of his own legacy.
Chapter 1
Prologue
I'm pregnant with Godfather Michael Johnson's child.
On my due date.
He locked me in an underground freezer at minus ten degrees.
All because the Johnson family has an iron rule: the firstborn boy inherits the entire mafia empire.
And Michael's brother Nolan Johnson's wife, Amelia Martinez, is pregnant at the same time as me, with due dates just one day apart.
To ensure Nolan's child secures the inheritance, Michael personally crushed my hope.
"Amelia's child must be born first. You owe them this!"
He ignored my broken water and severe contractions, pushing me into the freezer.
Not only that, he forcibly injected me with labor-delaying drugs.
I curled up in agony in the freezer, feeling the little life in my belly slowly losing its vitality, tears of despair streaming down my face.
"My child, mommy is so sorry..."
Chapter 1
I'm pregnant with Godfather Michael's child.
Today is my due date.
The moment my water broke, what came wasn't an ambulance.
But my husband, Michael, dragged me by my hair all the way to the freezer at minus ten degrees.
My heart clenched violently, my face pale: "Michael, you're joking with me, right?"
His response was pulling the trigger.
It was an empty gun.
My hands and feet turned blue from the cold. I broke down crying: "Michael! This is your child! You want him dead!"
"So what?" He pulled out the gun and pressed it against my forehead.
"Hold it in! Until Amelia's child is born, this baby is not allowed to come out."
"Chase, watch her."
With that, he put away the gun and left without looking back.
In the freezer, I begged: "Chase, take me to the hospital... I'll give you anything you want."
But he took out a pre-prepared syringe from his pocket and said coldly: "Evelyn Thomas, without the Johnson family, you're nothing."
Then he roughly held down my thigh and jabbed a blue liquid into me.
"That's a banned drug! Are you crazy!" I screamed in pain.
This banned drug was specifically used to torture female prisoners, to delay labor, and make them wish they were dead.
"Mr. Johnson ordered me to watch you closely, to make sure this child absolutely cannot be born before Nolan's child." Chase kicked away my hand, clutching his pants, and left, locking the freezer.
I curled up on the ground in pain, feeling amniotic fluid mixed with blood continuously flowing out.
In desperation, I trembled as I pulled out the phone from my pocket that was about to die from the cold.
It only had one number, but it was my last lifeline.
I bugged into the phone: "Michael! Save me... the freezer is so cold, I'm going into labor!"
On the other end, Michael's voice was gentle, with a patience he'd never given me: "Amelia, relax, the baby is almost out."
He was with Amelia during her delivery.
I shouted into the phone: "Michael! This is your child, too! He's kicking me... he's running out of strength!"
"That's what he deserves. You should be grateful you're carrying this child," his voice was cold.
"A year ago, when you killed Nolan, I should have thrown you into the ocean to feed the fish."
My heart turned ice cold.
This desperate agony of living death.
It overlapped with that night a year ago when Nolan died in a hail of bullets from his enemies.
Everyone believed I had drugged his drink, which prevented Nolan from escaping.
But that night, no one knew I was also drugged, which led me to climb into the bed of the wasted Michael.
The room had no lights on.
I thought he was the gentle Nolan.
"Nolan... help me... I feel so awful..."
But what I got was Michael roughly grabbing my waist and kissing me, biting through my lip.
Michael threw me hard onto the mattress.
He choked my neck with one hand. The suffocating feeling scared me, but also excited me more.
I couldn't help moaning: "Nolan... don't do this..."
He pulled off his belt and whipped it hard across my back.
The burning pain spread from my back.
He pinned me down hard, responding with even more violent thrusts.
"Scream louder."
He possessed me madly in the darkness, "Evelyn, see clearly who I am!"
His nails dug into the spaces between my fingers, veins bulging.
I forced my eyes open wide and saw that face clearly: "Michael... no!"
After that chaotic sex, Michael was forced to marry me in the church to suppress the family scandal.
"Evelyn, since you want so badly to be my wife, I'll grant your wish."
On our wedding day, he didn't kiss me, but said, "I'll make you live worse than a dog in the position of Mrs. Johnson."
In his eyes, I was a slut who killed his brother and then seduced his younger brother to climb up.
The severe pain in my abdomen brought me back to reality.
I cried into the phone: "I didn't kill Nolan... that night was really an accident..."
"Shut up! You don't deserve to say Nolan's name. After Amelia gives birth, I'll personally send you to hell."
The call ended.
The freezer door was pushed open again. It was Michael's sister, Sophia Johnson, walking in on high heels.
I touched my belly, a last glimmer of hope in my eyes: "Sophia, save my child!"
She squatted down and smiled: "Evelyn, look at yourself now, blood everywhere. How pitiful."
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