The Don's Orphan Wife Is A Mafia Empire Princess (Elara) novel Chapter 5

Chapter 5

I collapsed onto the floor, wiped the blood from the corner of my lips, stared at the empty doorway-and laughed until tears streamed down my face.

It didn’t matter anymore.

Only three days remained.

I didn’t know why, but a sudden, stabbing pain flared deep in my lower abdomen. Darkness washed over me, and I lost

consciousness.

The villa’s front door was kicked open once again.

Giovanni burst inside, dragging in the night air and the metallic scent of blood. Two family doctors in white coats followed close behind.

His eyes were bloodshot, wild, like a beast backed into a corner. He strode straight to the bed and yanked me upright.

“Get up. You’re coming with me.”

Pain flooded my body. I barely understood what was happening.

“Where are you taking me? Let go!”

“Bianca lost too much blood. She’s gone into shock,” he said coldly. “The blood bank doesn’t have Rh-negative. You have the same type. You’re the only one who can save her.”

The words fell like a verdict-an order he believed he had every right to give.

I stared at him in disbelief and struggled violently, my nails digging into his arm.

“I won’t go! Why should I save her? She’s my enemy! Giovanni-are you even human?”

“My stomach hurts… something’s wrong with me. I can’t give blood…”

I cried and screamed, clinging desperately to the last fragment of his humanity. The pain in my lower abdomen had been growing for days-an instinct screamed that something was terribly wrong. I couldn’t endure any more harm.

Giovanni ignored every word.

He seized my chin, forcing me to look at him.

“She whipped your back a few times-how could that affect your stomach?” His eyes were merciless. “Elara, are you really inventing excuses just to avoid saving a life?”

“A little blood won’t kill you! Bianca still carries old injuries from saving me. If she dies tonight, her death is on you!” He shoved me down onto the narrow sofa and gestured to the doctors.

“Do it. Draw until there’s enough.”

“No-don’t! Giovanni, please… you’ll regret this…”

My voice broke as I watched the doctor approach with a thick needle.

Two bodyguards pinned my shoulders, leaving me helpless.

The needle pierced my vein.

Giovanni stood aside, lit a cigarette, and watched impatiently as the blood bag slowly filled. His eyes stayed fixed on the vitals displayed on his phone. He never once looked at me.

I watched my blood drain through the tube. The dull ache in my lower abdomen sharpened-stretching, tearing, becoming

unbearable.

When I woke again, I was in a private hospital ward.

The sharp scent of disinfectant clouded my senses.

Giovanni sat beside the bed. When he noticed my eyes open, something complicated flickered across his face-guilt, perhaps,

or relief.

“You’re awake? The nurse says it’s just anemia. Rest for a few days and you’ll recover.”

He reached out to adjust the blanket, his movements stiff.

“Last night was an emergency. I handled it badly. I owe you. I’ll make it up to you.”

Make it up to me?

I was about to laugh when his phone rang.

Bianca’s exclusive ringtone.

His expression changed instantly. His voice softened into someone I barely recognized.

“Don’t be afraid. I’m right next door… okay, I’m coming.”

He hung up and didn’t spare me a glance.

“I have something urgent to handle.”

Then he left.

The moment the door closed, my attending physician entered.

He removed his mask, his expression grave.

“Miss Elara, I’m very sorry.”

“You were pregnant-approximately five weeks.”

“But due to the massive blood loss last night, combined with prior physical trauma and extreme emotional stress… the fetus

could not be saved.”

“This is the consent form for the D&C procedure. A family member’s signature is required.”

Boom.

My mind went blank.

I had suspected it-but hearing it confirmed felt like having my heart carved out.

I touched my flat abdomen without realizing it.

A life had once existed there.

Giovanni’s child.

And Giovanni had ended it with his own hands.

Tears slid down silently as I began to laugh-high, broken, hysterical.

“It’s fine, Doctor.” I took the form and signed my name with a trembling hand, my voice eerily calm.

“No family signature is needed.”

“This child… it’s better he never came.”

“He shouldn’t have a father like that.”

I took a black centurion card from my bag and slid it across the table.

“Please seal this information.”

“Tell everyone I was hospitalized for stress-induced gastric bleeding. No one is to know about the pregnancy-especially him.”

I stayed in the hospital for three days.

Giovanni never visited once.

I heard he spent every moment at Bianca’s side.

Rumor had it that because of her ‘injury’ and her prior ‘heroic service,’ Giovanni even promised her shares in the family business

as consolation.

How laughable.

My phone vibrated.

An encrypted message appeared:

**[Princess, everything is ready. The private flight route has been approved. The Vercourt Family jet is waiting on the runway.]**

Another file followed immediately.

It contained irrefutable evidence gathered by the Vercourt intelligence network-proof of Bianca’s collusion with rival families, along with recordings and bank transfers detailing the staged shooting six months ago that made her a “hero.”

Without expression, I forwarded the file.

The recipient: Giovanni’s mother-the true Isabella, who tolerated no betrayal.

Bianca wanted to be the Don’s wife?

I wondered how long she’d survive once the truth reached that woman.

After that, I ripped the IV needle from the back of my hand. Blood spilled freely, but I felt nothing.

I changed into a black trench coat and returned one final time to the study of the place I once called home.

I placed the signed **Declaration of Secession from the Family** and the divorce papers neatly at the center of Giovanni’s desk.

Then, with shaking fingers, I pulled out the crumpled ultrasound slip from my pocket.

The doctor had given it to me before surgery. It showed nothing but a blurry black dot.

I tore it in half and tucked the pieces beneath the divorce papers.

Giovanni-

The game is over.

I pulled my hood low over my pale face, turned away without looking back-

-and boarded the private jet.