My Fiance Left Me for My Friend, I Found A God Mafia Who Truly Loves Me

My father died in a car accident. During the cremation, I noticed a knife scar over his heart.

I sent my assistant to investigate and he returned with a pile of surgical consent forms.

My dad's heart had been transplanted into my best friend. And the relative who signed the consent? My fiancé, Clayton Aiken.

I called to confront him and his tone was calm and indifferent, he said, "Sorry, Angelina is pregnant and we couldn't find a matching donor."

He added, "Your dad was already dead anyway, no point letting the heart go to waste. Think of it as a gift to his grandson, he'd be happy."

My nails dug into my palms, the sharp pain made me dizzy.

He paused, then spoke again, "Don't worry. Angelina promised she won't come between us. The pregnancy was an accident. Once the baby's born, it'll be registered under your name, you'll be the only mother."

He said again, "It's just eight months. Bear with it. I have to take care of Angelina for now. Let me know once the wedding's set." The call ended and my heart was brutally torn apart.

I changed SIM cards and called my handler. I said, "I agree to the marriage proposal. Let me use your darknet."

The person on the other line asked, "What for?"

I answered, "To erase the right of my enemy's child to be born."

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Silence followed. Then he chuckled lightly and asked, "What, didn't you once crawl over a bed of nails and break your hands just to marry Clayton? Now you regret it?"

I closed my eyes in despair, hatred overwhelmed me, so I said, "Yes. I regret it. You once said if I came back to you, you'd marry me. Does that promise still count?"

His voice turned cold and he sneered, "Sienna, what do you take me for? I'm not like your fiancé. If you dare regret marrying me, ten lives won't be enough for you to die with."

I asked again, "Have you made up your mind?"

He said, "I have. I'll marry you, if you agree to my conditions."

I accepted without hesitation. His voice instantly lightened, he said, "Good. Leave it to me. Get ready to be a bride."

The call ended. I looked at my father's mutilated body and the tears finally fell.

If I hadn't questioned every hospital and found no proof of Clayton's illegal surgery, I wouldn't have resorted to this.

After all, that man had power in both the underworld and officialdom. Though he chased me for six years, I never dared to give him my heart. Yet in the end, I still walked this path.

When we prepared to bury my father, Clayton finally called. But not to comfort me, instead, to fuss over Angelina.

He said, "Is the funeral done? Angelina heard about your dad and has been worried. She hasn't slept well. Can you buy some calming meds for her on your way over? Make sure they're safe for pregnant women. No milk, she's lactose intolerant. And ..."

I cut him off coldly, "Clayton, what do you take me for? I'm not you and Angelina's nanny! And by the way, the wedding's canceled. I'm not marrying you."

His anger flared instantly, he shouted, "Canceled? Are you joking? Invitations are already out and now you say this? Angelina is your best friend, you two were close, weren't you? I already explained, the pregnancy was an accident. Why make a scene over nothing?"

After I heard his righteous tone, I couldn't hold back and screamed at the top of my lung, "I'm making a scene? My father's heart was stolen and given to her. Am I not even allowed to ask why?"

I continued, "Yeah, best friend you said, what a joke. What kind of 'friend' crawls into your fiancé's bed two months before the wedding? Don't insult me with that word. It makes me sick!"