My Womb, His Mistress's Heir

[The bitch suddenly wants a DNA test. You think she saw the post?]

[But I'm not worried. Let her check. It’s just a piece of paper. We have a guy on the inside. It’s handled.]

I clutched my phone tightly, my lips pressed together in silence.

"Lena, are you not feeling well? Why do you look so pale?" Vinny's voice came from beside me.

As the car neared the entrance of the private hospital, I grabbed Vinny's sleeve.

"Can we go to a different private hospital? I don't want to do it at this one."

Vinny looked at me, confused. "Lena, we've been coming to this private hospital since we created your file. All your data is here. Why the sudden change?"

"Dr. Rossi is one of ours, Lena. You chose him yourself. It's too late to switch now."

He took my hand, the warmth of his palm carrying an undeniable force.

"Have you been too anxious lately? It's all my fault. I'm always thinking about expanding our territory, making more money, to create a better life for you and the child."

If this were before, I would have been moved by his strength and ambition.

But now, that post was like a poisoned thorn, buried deep in my heart.

"Lena, the other top private hospitals are all fully booked. Let's just go get the test done first, okay?" His tone was gentle, but the pressure of his hand on mine was a silent command.

The cold probe entered my body, and I couldn't stop trembling.

Vinny held my hand tightly, whispering in my ear as if soothing a frightened pet.

"The madam needs to lie down and rest. The results will be out in 48 hours."

Perhaps because I was so nervous, I actually fell asleep in the recovery room.

When I woke up, Vinny was gone.

The elevator was occupied by his bodyguards, so I held my belly and walked down the stairs on the other side.

In the garden at the turn of the staircase, I saw Vinny.

He was holding a girl in his arms—Carla, the illegitimate daughter of the Bellini family, and years younger than me.

"Why did you come to the private hospital? It's so chaotic outside lately." Vinny worriedly tried to wrap her in his overcoat.

"I was just worried about our baby, you know? When will the results be out?"

The girl pressed her body tightly against Vinny's chest, placing her hand on her own flat stomach.

"Don't worry, I've arranged everything. There won't be any problems with the results. You'll get your wish soon. You'll be the Donna of the Gambino family." Vinny bent and kissed her hand where it rested on her flat stomach.

"But you, it's so cold out. Go back quickly. Don't make me worry."

She stomped her foot playfully. "No, I want to stay with you. It's not like she's going to wake up."

"I'm hungry. Will you take me to eat?"

Vinny looked at her dotingly, gently brushing the stray hairs from her forehead.

"Whatever you say. I'll listen to you. What do you want to eat?"

The possessiveness and love in his eyes were something I had never seen in our five years of marriage.

The girl whispered something in his ear, and Vinny laughed, sweeping her up in his arms and walking unabashedly toward the back exit of the private hospital.