His Pregnant Queen in The Death Game

"I was his one weakness. Don Alex, the king of New York. And I was his queen.But days before our child was due, I was thrown into the Dockside Deathmatch—a cruel game broadcast for the underground world’s entertainment.The bullets flew, hidden traps lay in wait, and my every terrified, pathetic attempt to survive was broadcast live on giant screens. Then, I heard his second-in-command on the loudspeaker."Boss, your wife's about to pop. You sure you wanna be here?"I froze. Alex was here?A moment later, a woman’s sugary voice dripped through the speakers. "Forget that bitch. Alex told me the only thing that mattered today was being here with me. Right, honey?"It was Scarlett. The Chicago Outfit's princess. Alex's childhood sweetheart from Chicago, a woman he had always pampered and shown a distinct bias towards. He had turned down her advances for years, but he never refused her whims. Today, she was in a bad mood and insisted on watching the deathmatch, so he was here to keep her company. I screamed for Alex, begged him for help, but he was convinced I was an assassin in disguise.Because Scarlett laughed and said the game needed to be more exciting. So he pressed the button.Vicious patrol dogs hunted me. My water broke, mixing with blood on the ground. I was in agony.The game hit its climax as more dogs and gunmen closed in from all sides.Everyone was betting on who would be the next to die.Alex smiled, his voice a low, careless drawl, "I’ll bet on that filthy pregnant woman to die."He didn't know the truth until I bled out on an operating table, our child dead with me.They say the ruthless Godfather shattered. Broke completely."