Barren for My Ex, Quadruplets for the Don

My husband divorced me after seven years because I couldn't give him a child. My family sent me to a mafia don who didn't want a wedding—just someone to look after his kids. Everyone said I'd never be a mother. So I kept quiet and accepted my fate. Then one night, the mafia don held me close and said, “You're not the one who can't have children.” I didn't believe him. Until the doctor handed me the test results: I was pregnant. With four.