Her Aunt Slapped the 7-Year-Old at the Birthday Party — Until the Mafia Boss Walked In

Marcella backed away until she hit the wall, her breathing ragged and shallow as the absolute reality of her destruction crashed down upon her.

"You poisoned her," Dominic stated, the sheer, horrifying weight of the accusation freezing the blood of everyone in the room. "You paid the doctor to slowly introduce a lethal, untraceable cardiac toxin into her IV drip during the final weeks of her pregnancy. You wanted her dead so you could step over her corpse and claim my empire for yourself."

"No!" Marcella shrieked, tears of pure terror ruining her expensive makeup as she looked around at the syndicate captains, realizing they were now looking at her not as the boss's sister-in-law, but as a treacherous, murdering rat. "Dominic, please! It was the rival families! They set me up!"

"Dr. Thorne confessed to everything," Dominic continued relentlessly, his icy composure absolutely unbreakable. "But the toxin worked faster than you anticipated. It triggered premature labor. When Elena was rushed into the delivery room, her heart was failing."

Dominic paused, a profound, agonizing sorrow briefly flashing across his rugged features before hardening back into lethal resolve.

"You told me she didn't want the baby," Dominic whispered, stepping so close to Marcella she could feel the heat radiating off his muscular frame. "You told me she chose another life. But Dr. Thorne told me the truth about her final moments."

Extreme close-up on Dominic’s dark, intense eyes.

"When her heart began to fail," Dominic delivered, his voice thick with absolute, eternal reverence for his late wife, "the doctors told her they could only save one of them. Elena didn't hesitate. She grabbed the surgeon's scrubs and ordered him to cut the child out to save her. She chose Lulu. She sacrificed her own life to ensure my daughter took her first breath."