My husband, Martin, was the head of a powerful mafia don. When his widowed sister-in-law, Tricia, got into a car accident, I was forced to give her a blood transfusion.

I told them through tears that I was newly pregnant and too weak to donate, but they accused me of faking the medical report.

“You were out running just last week. Now you’re claiming you’re pregnant when you’re asked to donate some blood? You just don’t want to help Tricia!”

In the end, they drew my blood by force. The strain caused me to miscarry, and while I bled out, my husband stayed by Tricia’s side.

After that, I didn’t beg him to return. I dragged my broken body away, left the divorce papers behind, and left him for good.

However, when the truth finally came to light, Martin lost his mind with regret.

Martin Bress hauled me into the hospital and insisted I give Tricia Gambino a blood transfusion.

“Sam was butchered in that fight protecting me. Tricia’s carrying Sam’s baby. We can’t afford to risk both of them!”

I told him I was pregnant and couldn’t donate. When I reached for my pregnancy report, it wasn’t in my bag.

Martin scowled, impatient.

“Cut it out. You were out running every day last week. How could you be pregnant? Tricia’s in the ER waiting for blood. That’s two lives on the line!”

When I finally found the report and held it up to show him, his sister Clara stepped in, sneering. “Martin is in the ER with Tricia! Go donate blood and don’t pull any tricks.”

I handed Clara the six-week pregnancy report.

“Clara, I’m carrying your brother’s child. The doctor said my pregnancy is unstable, and I need bed rest. I can’t give blood. I have friends with the same blood type as Tricia. I can call them.”

Clara took the paper, eyes narrowed with suspicion. “What a coincidence that you’re suddenly pregnant when Tricia needs blood. I don’t buy it.”

She snatched the report, glanced at it, and a mocking smile curled her lips.

“What kind of dump clinic is this from? You skipped the Bresses’ private hospital to go to some unknown clinic? Rosie, you’re conniving, aren’t you, faking a report?!”

I tried to explain, voice shaking. “I’m not lying. I felt unwell at the mall, so I stopped at the nearest clinic. I thought it was just a stomach bug, but it turned out I was pregnant. If you don’t believe me, I can go to our hospital for another test—”

Before I could finish, she slapped me hard across the face.

“I knew you were competitive! You always have to compete with Tricia, even for childbirth! The Bresses’ firstborn must be Tricia’s. Our next heir must come from her!”

She tore the report in half in front of me. “Pregnant or not, you will give Tricia your blood. Her life matters more, and she’s already lost Sam. Our family inheritance will go to her!”

Her phone buzzed. It was Martin calling.

She answered theatrically in front of me. “Martin, the pregnancy report is fake. She bought off a shady clinic!”

She shot me a warning look and feigned outrage.

“She lied. She’s not pregnant. She just doesn’t want to donate to Tricia.”

Anger flared in Martin’s voice through the line.

“She went running last week. How could she be pregnant? Bring her to the blood-drawing room now. If anything happens to Tricia or the baby, I won’t let it go!”

“No, Martin, I’m not lying…”

Tears blurred my vision as I argued weakly.

The clinic doctor had warned me that too much exercise might threaten my early pregnancy. I had signs of miscarriage and needed rest.

However, everyone’s attention was on Tricia. No one cared about my baby.

I begged Clara through my tears, “Let me call my friends. They share Tricia’s blood type and can donate. Please, I really can’t give blood now!”

Clara kicked me hard. I staggered, knees hitting the marble floor with a dull thud.

“Don’t play games. You’re just stalling to make Tricia miss her window for rescue. How cruel can you be? Even if you are pregnant, our family fortune won’t go to you!”

“No matter what you say, you’re giving that blood!” Clara snapped, grabbing my wrist and hauling me toward the blood-drawing room.

She dragged me two meters before I stumbled to my feet. I clung to the doorframe and begged, “My friends live close by; they can be here soon. Please, just let me call them. I really can’t give blood. I’ll miscarry!”

Clara slapped me hard.

“Enough! You meet the criteria, so stop stalling. I don’t buy your stories. And if you do miscarry, fine. That means fewer kids fighting with Tricia over the family fortune.”

Though I was dizzy from the blow, I fought back because of the child in my belly.

“I won’t take a single cent from the Bresses' estate, Clara, nor will I fight Tricia for inheritance. Please spare my baby!”

Her expression hardened with annoyance when she saw me resisting.

“You’re so scheming. Who knows if you’ll pretend to cooperate now, then secretly take labor-inducing pills and deliver early? No, that child can’t stay. Even if Martin found out, he’d back me.”

She cut me off, called two bodyguards over, and had me escorted straight into the blood-drawing room.

When the cold needle pierced my vein, I closed my eyes and trembled.

The doctor drew 400cc of my blood. As he prepared to remove the needle, Clara frowned and demanded, “This isn’t enough. Draw more!”

The doctor protested, uneasy. “But drawing more would be dangerous.”

Clara waved him off. “It’s okay. She’s healthy, so take more. I only worry that Tricia won’t have enough.”

I grew weaker with every drop. Even if the guards loosened their grip, I wouldn’t have the strength to struggle. Through tears, I begged ‌Clara, “No more. My stomach hurts. Please tell the doctor to stop!”

However, Clara only ordered the guards to clamp a handkerchief over my mouth and coldly told the doctor, “Keep drawing! If anything happens, I’ll take responsibility. Do it!”

The doctor withdrew the syringe in fear, shaking his head. “No, she’s reached the limit where it’s safe. If we take more, she could go into shock. I can’t do that.”

Clara snatched the syringe from his hand and plunged it into my arm herself, forcing the full 1000cc out.

“What are you afraid of? I told you I’ll take responsibility! My brother is the don.”

Blood loss hit me hard. The world dimmed, I went limp, and two guards caught me before I collapsed.

Clara glared at me. “Stop faking it. A little blood won’t kill you. I’m not Martin. I won’t be fooled by your act.”

She had the guards lock me in the walk-in freezer.

“The cold will reduce dizziness from the blood loss. Once Tricia doesn’t need more blood, you can come out. It’s for your own good.”

“No, don’t! I’ll die if you leave me here.”

Nausea and dizziness pushed me toward the freezer door. I tried to wedge the iron door open, but the mechanism pinched and crushed two of my fingers.

The pain was white-hot, nearly making me faint.

A growing, heavy pain settled low in my abdomen, and warm liquid began to flow between my legs.

Terror washed over me. I wanted to pull out my phone to call for help, but my pockets were empty.

Clara had taken it from me when I wasn’t looking!

I screamed for help in despair, sweat mixing with the blood from between my legs, freezing into shards of ice against my skin.

The biting cold and the stabbing pain made me wish I were dead. I pounded on the freezer door, desperate for someone to hear me, clinging to even the smallest shred of hope.

Finally, I heard footsteps outside.

My heart leaped. Forcing myself up, I shouted as loudly as I could, “Is anyone there? Please help me! I’m locked inside the freezer! My stomach hurts. I think I’m miscarrying!”

The heavy freezer door creaked open. It was a hospital staff member, whose eyes widened at the sight of me lying on the ground, covered in blood.

His voice shook with fear. “Who are you? This is the Bresses’ private hospital. What did you do to get locked in here for punishment by the boss?”

Suspicious, he didn’t rush to help me.

I dragged myself forward with the last of my strength and explained as best as I could, “I’m Martin’s wife!”

With trembling hands, I reached out and showed him my bloodstained ring.

“This is the token. Only the boss’s wife would have it.”

He squinted at the ring. Finally recognizing it, he quickly pulled out his phone and called Martin.

“Boss, I found your wife in the freezer. She’s covered in blood. Should I take her to the emergency room?”

On the other end, Martin didn’t even hesitate to say, “Nonsense! My wife is in the blood-drawing room. Who dares impersonate her? Drag that imposter out and throw her away!”

“Martin! It’s really me!”

I screamed, even though my voice was hoarse and raspy.

He didn’t recognize me. Instead, he gave a cold laugh before ordering, “I don’t know that woman. She must have snuck in from somewhere. Get rid of her!”

With that, he hung up, not giving me a chance to explain.

The staff member put his phone down and paced. After two rounds, he finally muttered, “You’re pregnant. I can’t just let you die. I’ll do it for the sake of my wife and child. Maybe it’ll bring them some good karma.”

He dragged me out of the freezer and handed me over to a doctor.

At his rescue, tears of relief streamed down my face.

“Doctor, please save my baby. I’m six weeks pregnant, and my stomach really hurts!”

The doctor’s expression darkened as he saw the heavy bleeding. He rushed to wheel me to the emergency room.

However, the ER was already occupied by Tricia.

She lay weakly on the bed, while Martin carefully wiped the sweat from her forehead, speaking to her in a low, gentle voice.

The doctor hesitated and turned to Martin.

“Boss, Ms. Gambino is stable. We should transfer her to a regular ward so we can use the ER for this patient…”

Martin immediately cut him off. “No. Tricia just finished her transfusion. She needs to stay here for observation. I won’t take any risks.”

“But we need the ER—”

“I’ve claimed this room. Without my permission, no one else will use it. If it’s urgent, transfer the other patient to another hospital!”

From outside the wall, I could hear Martin’s cold words. “No matter who it is, I won’t put Tricia in danger. I want everything foolproof!”

I collapsed onto the bed, as if my body had drained of every last ounce of life.

Just then, someone looked toward me in shock.

It was Martin’s assistant, Conrad. His eyes widened as he rushed inside.

“Boss, there’s a woman outside covered in blood. She looks like Madam!”