She Married a Sterile Mafia Boss for One Year—Then the Doctor Said She Was Pregnant
Chapter 8
Adrian ordered a private investigation.
Not because he distrusted Isabella.
Because he distrusted everyone else.
The fertility records were retrieved.
The doctor who had diagnosed him years earlier was located.
His medical files had been altered.
Not completely.
Just enough.
Adrian had never been sterile.
His original laboratory report showed normal fertility.
The final report had been changed.
Someone had wanted him to believe he could never have children.
Adrian stared at the documents.
“Who?”
His investigator placed another file on the table.
“The original doctor disappeared seven years ago.”
“Find him.”
“We’re trying.”
“What about the records?”
“Someone accessed them through your father’s old medical network.”
Adrian’s eyes narrowed.
“My father.”
The investigator nodded.
“There was another person involved.”
“Who?”
“Your uncle, Richard.”
Adrian stood.
Richard Blackwood had spent years telling Adrian that he was incapable of producing an heir.
He had also been the person most likely to inherit Blackwood Holdings if Adrian died without children.
Adrian understood.
The marriage contract.
The infertility diagnosis.
The attempts on his life.
Everything connected.
Someone hadn’t simply wanted Adrian dead.
They had wanted him isolated.
Without an heir.
Without an emotional attachment.
Without anyone he trusted.
Isabella stood behind him.
“What are you thinking?”
Adrian turned.
“That our marriage wasn’t the only thing they planned.”
He walked toward her.
“They wanted me to believe I would never have a family.”
Isabella touched his arm.
“But you do.”
He looked at her.
“Yes.”
Then his eyes dropped to her stomach.
“And now they know.”
