The President's Lost Daughter

My Mafia husband was always heartbroken whenever I miscarried. For five years, I lost eight babies, each one at six months. He said he needed an heir and claimed each loss devastated him.

He arranged for a nutritionist to help me get healthy enough to carry a child to term.

One afternoon, I got my test results, it was positive. I was finally pregnant again. Heart pounding, I rushed to tell Matteo.

But I stopped outside his office when I heard him talking to his best friend, Daniel.

"You can't keep making Elena lose her babies for that woman!" Daniel snapped.

"I don’t care about her pain," Matteo replied coldly. "I won't risk Camila’s life just to let Elena have a child."

"You're sacrificing your own blood for another woman?"

"Camila is more important. She’s perfect, and the president’s daughter. Our family needs her.”

My heart shattered.

He never loved me. I was just a tool. A body. A placeholder.

All those babies… all that pain… It was because of him.

And all for someone else.

I meant nothing. Just garbage.