A Gift for the Don: I Aborted His True Love’s Heirs Chapter 01

A Gift for the Don: I Aborted His True Love’s Heirs Chapter 01

After six rounds of IVF, I was finally pregnant—with six babies. But my husband refused to let me reduce the pregnancy.

I thought it meant he treasured our marriage.

I didn’t know that none of those children actually belonged to me—They belonged to him and his first love.

Standing outside his study, I heard him say, “Six kids. Six shots at a match. The more we get, the better Nina’s odds.”

“But Don—Audrey might not survive the delivery. And if she ever figures out those babies she’s wrecking her body for aren’t even hers—that she’s just a living incubator—she’ll break.”

Damian Falcone’s voice was cold. Merciless.

“So what? She took the Donna’s place. She deserves to pay the price.”

Three years of marriage. I was nothing but a walking womb designed to save his dying first love.

My fingers trembled as I reached for my phone.

“I’m done. I’m getting rid of it. Every last one of them.”

His precious Nina needs bone marrow donors?

Then she can rot there and wait.

***

The nausea hit me the moment the IVF transfer was done. I couldn’t stop throwing up.

The Falcone family physician, Dr. Mira, delivered the staggering news. I was carrying six children.

“Donna Audrey, your body can’t handle this. I’m strongly recommending a reduction. You struggled to conceive as it is. Six babies is a massive risk to your health.”

But Damian refused without a second’s hesitation.

“We’re not reducing. We’re a mafia family. Nobody’s guaranteed tomorrow. More heirs means a stronger future for the Falcones. Besides…” His palm pressed warm against my still-flat stomach. “These are our kids. I want every single one of them.”

I fell for it. The protectiveness. The warmth in his voice. I swallowed my fear and said yes.

Six months later, everything shattered. That night, I was stumbling toward the bathroom when I heard voices coming from the study.

“Nina needs a bone marrow match. Six kids gives us exactly that. More donors, better odds she makes it.” Damian’s tone was clinical. Like he was reading a medical report.

His consigliere, Luca, let out an exaggerated sigh. “Our Don’s got it bad for Nina. That’s what this whole thing is about—keeping her treatment on track, giving her something real to hold onto.”

“But what if Audrey figures it out? What happens when she realizes those babies she’s killing herself to carry aren’t even hers? That she’s just a walking womb? It’ll destroy her.”

Damian’s voice sliced through the room like a blade.

“And if she finds out? So what? She wormed her way into Nina’s spot. She knew the deal. You don’t get to play those kinds of games and walk away clean. Am I wrong?”

The others murmured their assent.

“Fair point. What’s she gonna do about it anyway? She signed the prenup. The Santos family is circling the drain. Audrey got traded to the Falcones to bail them out. Her body? Was never hers to begin with. Don says jump, she asks how high.”

They laughed. Sharp. Cruel.

I froze in the dark hallway. My trembling hand moved to my swollen belly.

What did that mean? The children I was carrying weren’t mine?

The agony of IVF cycle after IVF cycle. The violent morning sickness these past months. My swollen limbs. Every sleepless night.

The constant contempt in the Falcone family’s eyes. The whispers behind my back. Walking womb.

I endured all of it. For this? To harvest bone marrow for Nina Varano?

The conversation in the study continued, but the words dissolved into noise.

I knew exactly who Nina was. Damian’s original arranged match. His first love.

A year ago, she was diagnosed with bone marrow disease. Only then did the Falcone family abandon the idea of discarding me to unite with the Varanos.

That’s right. For the first two years, I was the worthless leech they’d been saddled with.

No one cared about my title as Donna. My only value was bearing the Falcone family’s heirs.

I survived round after brutal round of IVF. I made my peace with that. At least they were my children.

But now? Now I knew the truth. I was just the vessel cultivated to carry them.

Nina Varano. I knew that name too well. The princess of the Varano family. The brightest jewel in New York’s mafia circles.

Damian still had photos of them together from their youth saved on his phone.

The night she was diagnosed, Damian paced his study until dawn. The next day, he ordered every resource the Falcone family had to be mobilized to find her a match.

I was forced into testing too. No match.

But I never imagined they would set their sights on my womb.

Drugged during the IVF procedure. Nina’s eggs. Damian’s sperm. Six embryos. All implanted into my body.

How could he be this cruel?

I clenched my fists. My knuckles bit into flesh.

I used to believe his midnight caresses. The warm palm pressed against my belly. The soup he brewed with his own hands. I thought it was love.

All of it. Lies.