Pregnant with His Heir, Broke by His Love

The day I reached six months carrying the Vitale heir, my father was diagnosed with kidney failure.

The doctor said if we wanted to keep him breathing, we needed three hundred thousand dollars first.

I stood in the corridor clutching the payment slip, and I hesitated a long while before I finally dialed Lorenzo Vitale's number.

"Lorenzo, could you front me three hundred thousand for now?"

"My father's sick. The doctor says every day we wait, it gets more dangerous."

There was impatience in Lorenzo's voice, the kind a man uses on a debtor who's already borrowed too deep.