Bloodrose: Revenge for My Eight Babies

Eight years of marriage. Eight miscarriages. Before my ninth delivery, I overheard my husband: “Letting this one live this long was mercy.” He planned to kill my baby—for the woman he truly loved. I played dead, watched him cut my child from my womb and raise his blade. Then the operating doors burst open. Armed men poured in—led by the mafia king I'd abandoned eight years ago. He crushed Curtis's face under his boot. “Eight children you took. Now pay with your life.” I smiled through the pain.