Blood and Queen: My Mafia Husband Begs for My Forgiveness

Penelope’s Pov

The day I was going to tell him about our baby, my husband, Mafia Don Luciano Moretti received the news:

his former fiancée, my elder sister, Kiara Quinn, had finally awakened from her coma.

Dropping me in the middle of nowhere, he immediately rushed to the hospital. But before I could find my way back to the family estate, a group of rival mobsters caught me.

"Hurry up, bitch. Call your husband." They sneered, throwing a phone into my trembling hands. "If Luciano Moretti pays up for you, we will let you be."

My glassy, wide eyes quivered as I quickly took the phone as if my life depended on it.

“Luciano-”

"Ahh! Oh fuck! Luciano... oh, he is kinda b-busy..." On the other end of the line, my sister Kiara was panting hard, moaning into the device.

I froze instantly.

My hands holding the phone trembled violently, as if a fishbone was stuck in my throat.

It was then I heard my husband’s voice echoing in the background. "Who is it?"

A pause.

Then Kiara's voice again, sweeter than poison.

"Don’t mind it, honey. It's just a lowly maid asking if you need more condoms. We have already used so many.”

My knees buckled as I clutched the wall of the warehouse for support, fingernails scraping against concrete as bile rose my throat.

The husband who promised forever and my older sister, who used to gently stand up for me when I was bullied were having sex.

if this carries on, I can conceive your heir in a month.

Are you sure I should take the contraceptives after this and not worry about carrying your children?"

Large tears tumbled down my eyes as I shook my head.

Sobs wracked my body.

“I have already taken Penelope as a surrogate. Since pregnancy is risky for you, no matter how many children you want, I can keep getting her pregnant year after year until you are satisfied.”

My vision blurred as hot tears slid down soundlessly.

A….surrogate?

Luciano…He…told my sister that I was a surrogate, a tool for breeding his children?

I staggered, clamping my mouth shut as fat tears rolled down my cheeks in disbelief. My heart clenched painfully as the line disconnected, leaving me no better than dead.

"Phit." A mobster spat on my face angrily, his saliva dribbling down my cheeks, mingling with my hot tears.

"We went through so much trouble to kidnap the wrong woman! That Italian Don doesn't give a fuck about her-"

“You think he would care about a fucking whore?”

The kidnappers encircled me as their leader sneered with rage.

“But the baby swelling inside her belly might be a different story."

My heart lurched as if lightning had pierced my soul.

They knew?!

"Don't you dare touch my baby!"My entire being shuddered as I thrashed against the restraints, my wrists tearing raw.

My entire being shuddered as I thrashed against the restraints.

Biting my quivering lips, I frantically tried to call Luciano one last time.

“Luciano, please don't disconnect! I have been kidnapped. I am pregna-”

"Penelope, wasn't occupying my life for five long years not enough?!" His cold voice cut theough me like knife. “Stop throwing these pathetic tantrums just to grab my attention!"

“Stop throwing these pathetic tantrums just to grab my attention!"

I shook my head vehemently. Trying to utter a single word.

Trying to scream for help.

For the sake of our baby.

Before he blocked my number.

In that instant my entire world came crashing down.

“Get rid of her brat.”Rough hands pinned me down before I could even breathe.

Gutwrenching cries spilling down my lips as I wailed like a caged animal, throwing threats, before going as far as to plead my assailants.

“Do whatever you want to me, but please spare my baby!” I withered. Thrashed. Bit and clawed at anything before the unthinkable happened.

A mobster held me down, his weight crushing my stomach.

The next second dark red liquid trickled down my thighs. With each drop of blood I died little by little.

My body lay paralyzed, unfocused eyes staring blankly at the ceiling.

"What a waste of time." Then he kicked me away.

Minutes bled into hours as I was laid crumpled on the ground, dust mingling with silent tears until the loud sobs tore free, echoing throughout the warehouse.

What a good sister..what a loving husband.

I regret loving you, Luciano. I regret it so much!

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Stumbling out into the cold night air, each step felt like I was walking on thousands of needles, and yet the pain in my body was nothing compared to the agony suffocating my heart.

Don Luciano Moretti was my childhood best friend.

The man I had loved since forever.

I was eight when we first met, eighteen when I fell hopelessly in love with him.

Until Luciano broke our engagement without a second thought.

“Penelope, you are the legitimate heir of the Quinn family. You have your parents' love, the family's loyalty and a future.

But Kiara has nothing. She was adopted by your parents as a charity case. I cannot abandon her now. Since the doctor has already said that she won’t live past thirty, you must wait for me patiently.”

I had already prepared myself to live unloved, even going as far as to accept an arranged marriage.

I had already prepared myself to live unloved, even accepting an arranged marriage.

But when Kiara fell into a coma and he asked for another chance, I mistook convenience for love and handed him my heart anyway.

When I finally reached the family estate, Underboss Aiden was pacing at the entrance.

The moment his eyes fell upon me, his face drained of of all colors.

“Donna Penelope! What happened to you?! You look like you will collapse any moment-”

"I am fine." I clenched my jaw, lying, despite the shaking tremors in my voice. "Just… take me to my sons."

He hesitated.

Guilt flickering across his face.

“Boss ordered me to bring you to the Family Council meeting immediately. There is a big announcement tonight. He said from tomorrow, everything will change.”

Not having any will to argue I just nodded, following him.

When the doors opened, I found Luciano already seated at the head of the table.

The position reserved for the head of the family.

The moment his eyes fell upon me, his cold expression faltered as if we were transported to our childhood when he blew on my wounds carefully.

“Penelope, what happened to you?”

My lips parted with a rueful smile. I was on the verge to tell him about the kidnapping, about my poor baby.

About the blood still drying on my skin.

But before a single word could leave my lips, his face hardened.

“If you went to practise fighting” he said coldly, straightening his cuffs, “then you should at least learn to return in a presentable state.”

The words landed heavier than a sledgehammer.

“Look at yourself.” he added, his gaze flicking over me with faint distaste. “You are the Madam of Moretti family. Don’t embarrass me like this again.”

A lump lodged in my throat, thick and suffocating.

“Why have you called me here?” I asked quietly.

Luciano did not answer immediately. Instead, he walked towards me, reaching for my hand.

For one brief second, I foolishly thought he had finally noticed the dried blood on my fingers, that he was about to ask what happened.

Instead, his grip tightened around my left hand.

And before I could even speak, he slid off our wedding ring infront of the whole mafia syndicate.

"Penelope..." His voice remained calm. " Kiara's condition is fragile. She cannot know that I married her younger sister and even allowed you to carry my legitimate children."

It will be better if you step down as Donna.” His eyes briefly flickered toward my pale frame.

“And... do not call me husband from now on. Kiara might misunderstand.”

My throat constricted violently, as if invisible hands were strangling my neck. The entire assembly hall fell silent, waiting for me to fall apart.

“Oh my God... is Boss Luciano really throwing away his wife for an adopted daughter?”

“Shh… lower your voice. Kiara is his first love. Everyone in the family knows Boss Luciano was supposed to marry her years ago.”

“It was only after she fell into coma, that her parents offered their younger daughter as a replacement to bear his sons……

Otherwise, why do you think he kept impregnating Penelope every single month, even when she miscarried seven times in a row…”

The words struck harder than bullets.

Seven tiny graves…seven children I had buried alone.

And now the eighth.

“Even the two sons Penelope gave birth to aren't legally registered under her name. Do you understand what that means?

Those children... the inheritance... the title of Mrs. Moretti... Luciano planned to hand everything over to Kiara from the very beginning.”

Each word landed softly, and yet it felt like my heart was peeling away from my chest, layer by layer, until there was nothing left but raw, bleeding flesh.

Luciano heard the jabbing murmurs before looking at me with a haze of suppressed pity, that was gone as soon as it came.

“Fine.” My lips parted as I saw my own crumbling reflection in the eyes of the man I had loved for fifteen years.

"From this moment onwards, I will never call you husband."

From this moment onwards I will consider as if you are dead to me!