The Fertility Clinic That Made Me A Mafia Queen

Scarlett proudly introduced her fiancé, Julian, the heir to the Carbone family.

"Julian says that as soon as our baby is born, he'll be the sole heir. You all have time to suck up to me now. Otherwise, with a single word from me, your company could go bankrupt. And Cassia, you'll lose your job too."

Everyone sensed something was off, but Scarlett was lost in her own delusion of grandeur.

While Scarlett was off showing off to others, my colleague Chloe pulled me aside.

"Why would the heir to a family like that even need a clinic? And I've heard the Carbone family has strict rules. How could they let an outsider into their inner circle so quickly and even promise her child will inherit everything?"

But Julian's generosity was hard to argue with. Scarlett complained that the party was boring. Less than half an hour later, his assistant came over and arranged a European shopping trip for the following week.

The envious gazes in the room only made Scarlett look more smug.

Julian had been the same way with me in my past life. The slightest hint of morning sickness would send him into a panic, summoning the best doctors in the world. Even so, I had the same doubts as Chloe back then.

I had never met Julian before I became pregnant. Why was he so devoted to me just because I was carrying his child? Why did the entire Carbone family treat me like I was made of glass?

I was a nobody. Beyond carrying his child, there was no reason for him to put me on such a pedestal. So, I remained vigilant and eventually discovered the secret.

Meanwhile, Scarlett had swallowed the bait—hook, line, and sinker.

A few colleagues tried to warn her, but she just yelled at them, "You're all just jealous! I'm beautiful, independent, and smart. Of course Julian would fall for me at first sight."

Julian, in his magnetic voice, delivered a saccharine "declaration of love" to Scarlett. He gently caressed her stomach. For a moment, I saw a predatory glint in his eyes that no one else seemed to notice.

Seeing me talking to an industry tycoon, Scarlett flew into a rage. She stormed over and dumped a glass of red wine on my dress, accusing me of trying to seduce her man. "Have you no shame, Cassia? Stop trying to seduce my man!"

Before she could lunge at me, Julian caught her arm, his expression turning frigid. "You're pregnant. Don't cause a scene. If anything happens to the baby, I'll kill you."

Everyone could see that Julian cared more about the baby than he did about Scarlett.

Somehow, that's not what Scarlett heard. "See? He loves me so much he said he'd kill me if I lost the baby! That's how much he values our child!"

As she spoke, a look of pure disgust—the kind one reserves for an inanimate object—flashed across Julian's face. While he steadied Scarlett, my colleagues rushed to help me up. They shot furious looks at Scarlett, but who would dare offend the fiancée of a Carbone?

I waved them off. "Forget it. Just ignore her."

I finished the thought silently. In nine months, she'd be trapped in a fate worse than death.