Forbidden Love：Stolen by My brother-in-law

Olivia Smith's POV

My name was Olivia Smith, and I was the wife of the second heir to the Davis family, a formidable mafia dynasty.

I was in agony.

Because I was going to die.

The one who would end my life was none other than my husband—the man I had once loved with every piece of my heart, the second heir to the Davis family.

Never in my worst nightmares did I think he'd be the one to kill me. We used to be so in love, and now... he was going to end my life with his own hands. The thought alone was enough to tear me apart.

Five years earlier, I had married him, bound by a family alliance and a debt of gratitude for saving my life.

I had walked into that marriage with hope sparkling in my eyes, dreaming of a joyful life together, a storybook ending.

How mistaken I had been. That dream hadn't ushered in a fairy tale. It had opened the door to a relentless nightmare.

Instead of the loving partnership I had envisioned, I had plummeted into a hell I couldn't escape.

My husband had changed after our wedding. The man who had once charmed me with tender words and gentle touches had become a tyrant, demanding I bend to his will, forcing me into acts that broke my spirit.

I knew why. I hadn't given him a child.

For him, a child wasn't merely a matter of family—it was the key to securing absolute power within the mafia. Without an heir, his claim to the Davis family empire was fragile.

He had told me that if I couldn't bear him a child, he would divorce me. Or worse—he would kill me.

His words had crushed me. Fear and despair had become my constant shadows.

I couldn't understand how the man I had vowed to love forever could be so cruel.

We have been husband and wife for five years. Five years of shared moments, of whispered vows, of building a life together.

You would think that kind of time would have meant something. Even a stray dog would have earned affection after five years, wouldn't it?

I wasn't a pet—I was his wife, a living, breathing woman who had loved him fiercely.

Yet he had treated me with a cruelty that chilled me to my core.

He hadn't always been like that. Once, he had been gentle and thoughtful. He had been the kind of man who made my heart skip with a single glance.

I had gone to the hospital, desperate for answers. The doctors had confirmed what I suspected—there was nothing wrong with me. If the fault didn't lie with me, then there was only one other possibility...

But instead of accepting that, Miles decided on something outrageous. He wanted to hand me over to his own brother.

His brother, Daniel Davis, was the first heir of the Davis family. He was a man with unmatched power, the head of the top three law firms in the world.

They said Daniel was a cold-blooded enigma, a man who had no interest in women.

The rumors were chillingwomen who got too close to him had vanished without a trace. Rumor had it, he killed them all.

Approaching a man like that? It was a death sentence, plain and simple.

I had known I was staring down a dead end.

Pain, fear, panic, and resentment had swirled inside me like a storm, threatening to drown me.

Here was what I knew about the Davis family.

Their father, the mafia's godfather, had two sons.

Daniel, the eldest, was the rightful heir to the family's empire. He was the golden son, destined to inherit everything—except he wanted no part of it. Instead, he had forged his own path as a lawyer, founding a firm that became one of the most powerful in the world, its value surpassing even the Davis family's criminal empire. Daniel was the embodiment of power and charisma.

Ironically, the mafia feared lawyers more than anyone, and Daniel, he was not just a lawyer. He was the head of the top three law firms globally. His power and status were simply unparalleled.

He was handsome, too. The kind of man every woman dreamed of.

Then there was my husband, Miles, the second son. He was respected in his own right, a man who had clawed his way up through his father's shadow and his own ambition. But next to Daniel, he faded. It wasn't that Miles wasn't capable—Daniel was simply a force of nature, too extraordinary to rival.

Growing up, Miles had been constantly measured against his brother's brilliance, and no matter how hard he tried, he always fell short.

When Daniel had walked away from the family business to build his legal empire, Miles had seen his chance. With Daniel out of the picture, the path to inheriting the mafia's throne seemed clear—or so he thought.

Their father had intended for Daniel to take over, but Daniel's disinterest had left the door open for Miles.

There was just one condition—in the perilous world of the mafia, where death was always near, the godfather had decreed that Miles could only inherit if he had a child—an heir to secure the family's legacy.

And so, the pressure to produce a child had become Miles' obsession, the sole barrier between him and the empire he craved.

A year ago, with still no baby in sight, the godfather's patience had worn thin. He had begun grooming other relatives as potential heirs. That sent Miles into a tailspin. His desperation had turned him into a man I no longer recognized. He had grown erratic and unreasonable.

He even forced me to drink some so-called "witchcraft potion" that tasted like poison and left my body aching.

He had suggested adopting a child and passing it off as ours, but it wouldn't work.

After all, the godfather's bloodline tests would have exposed the lie instantly.

The truth was undeniable—Miles and I might never have a child. And without a child, Miles would never inherit the family. As for me? My fate was sealed—a one-way path to the grave.

I had thought that was the end of my story. But then, against all odds, a twisted new chapter had begun.

Miles had refused to let go of his dream.

His obsession with claiming the family empire ran so deep he was willing to sacrifice anything—even his wife.

Miles had devised a plan so shocking it defied belief. He had wanted me to seduce his brother, Daniel, and bear his child.

If I had another's child, it wouldn't pass the godfather's test, but a child with Daniel's blood would still carry the Davis lineage, securing Miles' claim to the throne.

I couldn't believe it. My husband, the man I had sworn to love, was willing to throw me into the arms of another man—his own brother, my brother-in-law.

Besides, he was known for his coldness and untouchable aura.

If I had failed to produce a child, Miles would have killed me himself. If I had tried to fulfill his insane demand, Daniel might have killed me instead. Either way, I was trapped, staring down two paths that both led to death.

But I had no choice.

If I didn't comply, Miles wouldn't just kill me—he'd go after my parents, too. Their lives hung in the balance, and I couldn't let them pay for my failure.

If I risked approaching my husband's mysterious brother, I might perish, but my parents would live.

So, with a heart heavy with dread, I had resolved to approach Daniel, the cold, untouchable man who held my fate in his hands.

I had thought I was walking to my doom. After all, the stories about Daniel were enough to make anyone tremble. But what I found when I met him was nothing like the rumors. The truth about Daniel was so far from what I had been told that it turned my world upside down.

And so, fate's invisible hand had pushed me onto a path I never could have imagined.

The moment I had agreed to Miles' unthinkable plan, I had stepped into the unknown. I didn't know if that road would lead to salvation or ruin, nor did I know where it ended.

All I knew was that my story had begun that day, and nothing would ever be the same.