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His Wife Left The Mafia Boss Cos He Couldn’t Get Her Pregnant — Then A Stranger Got Pregnant For Him Three months earlier, “You don’t deserve to be my wife.” Monica Hale flung the test results into her husband’s face. The paper fluttered down onto the cold marble floor. “Five years. Five years I waited. And you can’t even give me a child.” Adrian Blackwood stood motionless, like stone. The mafia boss who made New York shake. But tonight, he was only a man being despised by his own wife. “You’re everything to me, Monica. I’ll find a way…” “What way?” Monica laughed, icy and sharp. “You’re infertile, Adrian. You’re not a man.” She turned and walked out. Her heels clicked through the empty room. Adrian stood alone in the middle of a mansion worth millions. He had everything. Power. Money. An underground empire. But tonight, he had nothing. He didn’t know the test results were fake. He didn’t know Monica had never saved him. He didn’t know that, at that very moment, she was calling her lover in the next room. At the same time, fifteen miles from the Blackwood estate, in a damp apartment with no heat, a young woman was kneeling on a floor so cold it bit through her skin. Violet Monroe. Twenty seven years old. She’d just been fired. The third time this month. In front of her lay a hospital bill. Two million dollars for her mother’s cancer surgery. Due in seven days. Her phone vibrated. A message from the hospital lit the screen, “If payment isn’t made by Friday, we’ll be forced to stop treatment for patient Margaret Monroe.” Violet didn’t cry. She’d run out of tears a long time ago. She looked down at her own work hardened hands. The same hands that had once dragged a stranger out of a pool of blood ten years earlier. Back then she’d been seventeen. Coming home late from work. She’d seen him in the alley with three bullet wounds in his body. She’d held him. Pressed to stop the bleeding. ⚠️ Disclaimer Our videos present fictional mafia boss love and romance stories that explore love, loss, and healing. We do not sexualize characters or scenes, and we do not promote abusive, hateful, or harmful behavior. Our mission is to create a safe and inspiring space on YouTube for audiences who enjoy romantic and dark mafia love stories. 💬 Share your thoughts — your voice matters here. 👍 Like if a story touched your heart. 📤 Share these true stories to inspire someone else’s healing. 🔔 Subscribe for weekly real-life stories of heartbreak, strength, and healing: / @mafiabossdesire #mafiaboss #darkromance #mafiaromance #mafiaromancebooks #freeaudiobooks