"Let me go!" I screamed, struggling.

Marco dragged me toward the operating room like a dead dog. This was a private hospital controlled by the family; the doctors and nurses all took orders from the D'Angelos.

I was pinned down onto the cold operating table, my legs spread in humiliation.

"Marco D'Angelo! If you dare touch this child, you'll regret it!" I hissed.

Marco stood to the side, lighting a cigarette, and coldly ordered the doctor: "No anesthesia. Teach her a lesson. Get rid of it immediately."

The cold metal instruments touched my skin, and despair almost drowned me.

Just then—

Bang!

The doors to the operating room were kicked open. Two large men in black suits rushed in, instantly taking down the doctor and nurses.

Immediately after, an elderly man with gray hair but a sharp, vigorous presence walked in.

It was Luca, the Don's most trusted Consigliere.

"I dare anyone to touch her!" Luca’s voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable authority.

Marco froze, then frowned. "Uncle Luca? Did my father send you? Tell Father this is a family matter, he doesn't need to worry about it."

Luca looked at Marco coldly, his eyes like he was looking at a dead man.

"Miss Elena is the Don's honored guest. If you dare lay another finger on her, you can say goodbye to those casino businesses."

Panic flashed in Marco's eyes. In this family, Lorenzo's word was law.

"I understand... I'll explain it to Father personally when he returns." Marco gritted his teeth, glared at me viciously, and turned to leave.

Luca immediately had his men help me down and respectfully draped a coat over my shoulders.

"Miss Elena, you've suffered. The Don knows the young master almost harmed you and... the child. He's already on his private jet and will arrive in New York tomorrow morning."

I touched my stomach, still shaken.

"I'm fine... I just need to hold on until he gets back."

Luca gave me a meaningful look.

"In the Don's eyes, nothing is more important than you and the little master."

I insisted on being discharged. I had to go back to the apartment to get some important items—tokens Lorenzo had left for me.

However, when I rushed back to the apartment, the sight before me was suffocating.

My once luxurious bridal house had been turned into a funeral hall.

The furniture was smashed to pieces, and the walls were splashed with red paint reading "PUTTANA" (Whore) and "LADRA" (Thief).

In the center of the living room sat a black coffin.

It was surrounded by funeral wreaths.

"Who did this?!" I was trembling all over.

At that moment, Bella was livestreaming on her phone. Standing amidst the ruins, she cried crocodile tears:

"Yes, right here... my sister who was switched at birth. She stole twenty years of my life. Now that she's been exposed, she not only refuses to call off the engagement, but she also got pregnant by some random man and tried to pin it on Marco..."

"She even tried to kill me... she conspired with outsiders to steal the family assets..."

The comments were full of vicious curses. My phone started vibrating like crazy with countless death threats.

Even my boss at the art gallery sent a message.

"Elena, we're terminating your contract. You offended people you shouldn't have."

I rushed forward to snatch Bella's phone.

"You lying bitch!"

But several tattooed, foul-smelling men stepped out of the shadows and blocked my path. They were Marco's enforcers.

Marco walked out of the bedroom, playing with a switchblade.

"Elena, you've disappointed me. Since you won't abort that bastard, don't blame me for not being sentimental."

"What are you doing?" I stepped back.

"Don't you like wild men?" Marco smiled cruelly.

"I've contacted 'The Convent'—the place that specializes in breaking women. There are plenty of Russians there who will love you. Once you learn how to be an obedient bitch, we'll talk about how to deal with that baby."

The thugs approached me with lewd grins, forcibly dragging me toward a black, unmarked van parked downstairs.

"Let me go! I am Lorenzo's woman! If you touch me, he'll cut you into pieces!" I screamed in despair.

Marco stood by the car door, laughing in contempt: "Still dreaming? Why would my father ever want someone like you? Take her away!"

The door slammed shut, and darkness filled with the smell of mold and blood enveloped me.

"Heard this broad is pregnant? Bet that adds a special flavor..." One of the thugs started tearing at my clothes.

Just when I thought it was all over—

A black, armored Bentley appeared, blocking the van's path!