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All Chapters of The Don’s Secret Wife: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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Chapter 1

Three days before the wedding, the man I’d been with for six years told me he was already married.And I, his partner in building an empire, was to be his Donna in name only. In reality, his mistress.Sweat slicked the hard muscles of Blair’s back, soaking into the expensive silk sheets.He pinned me beneath him, his rough thumb tracing my collarbone, sending a shiver through me.He wouldn't let me turn away, his mouth crashing down on mine, staking his claim."Flora," he growled, his voice a sexy, dangerous rumble.And God, I loved it when he was this possessive.I was the daughter of the former Don of the Hillrose Family. After my father’s unexpected death, I went to Blair’s side to hold our families' alliance together.For six years, I was his right hand, his top strategist.Together, we took five boroughs. We were the most lethal power couple in New York's underworld. Partners in every sense of the word. Soulmates.Next month, we were supposed to have the wedding of the century at

Chapter 2

My mother’s happy words choked the fight right out of my throat.I couldn’t tell her the cruel truth. Not now."Mom... I'm a little tired. I'll call you back later," I said quickly, hanging up. My hands and feet felt like ice.Blair stepped forward, the crunch of broken glass under his leather shoes grating on my nerves."You heard her. The invitations are out. Your mother is thrilled." He braced his hands on the vanity, trapping me against it. "The wedding is set. The entire underworld is watching us. If we call it off now, the Hillrose and Falcone families will be a laughingstock."He knew my weakness. He always knew how to use my family to control me."So?" I laughed, a bitter, angry sound, and tilted my head back to glare into his blue eyes. "So you're using our families' honor to blackmail me into playing the fool in some three-person 'wedding of the century'?""Don't be dramatic, Flora," Blair said, his brow tight. "We built an empire together. This union is what's best for both

Chapter 3

I suddenly remembered something from a few years ago. We were at a meeting with some old-school Don."A Don's wife should be accommodating. It's normal for a man of his stature to have a mistress," the fat man with the gold chains had said. "Women need to know when to look the other way. Harmony in the family is what's important."I remember Blair's face turning to stone.He shot to his feet and slammed his whiskey glass on the floor. It shattered."My wife will never suffer that kind of disrespect," he'd said, his voice pure ice. "Anyone who disrespects her has to answer to me."Back then, his words had brought tears to my eyes. I thought I had found the one man in the world who would love me completely.Now I knew it wasall a well-rehearsed lie.I looked at him, exhausted. "Get out.""Flora?""Get the hell out!" I screamed, snatching the velvet box and throwing it at him.The corner of the box caught him right on the brow bone. A thin line of blood welled up instantly.He didn't even

Chapter 4

Mia offered to walk me out.Blair got a call about a firefight down at the docks. "I have to handle this. I'll be back in ten."That left just me and Mia in the hallway.The air grew thick.Mia held her teacup, the timid expression still on her face, but her eyes had changed."Miss Flora," she said, her voice still soft. "You really are beautiful.""Thank you," I replied politely."But..." Mia's eyes glinted. "So what if you're a Don's daughter? Legally, you'll always be the other woman. The mistress hiding in the shadows."I was stunned by the sudden change.I thought she was a victim in this, too. But now I saw she knew everything.I had no desire to engage. I turned to leave, but she stepped in my way."Have you seen this?" Mia held up her left hand. A magnificent diamond ring glittered on her finger. "Blair gave this to me to make up for not having a big wedding. He said only a wife deserves a ring like this."I clamped down on the pain in my chest. "What exactly are you trying to

Chapter 5

The heads of every major crime family in the country were gathered at St. Patrick's Cathedral.Sunlight streamed through the stained-glass windows, illuminating a sea of white roses.I walked down the aisle on Blair’s arm, my couture gown trailing behind me.In the front pew, my mother watched me, her eyes filled with happy tears.The ceremony moved to the vows.The bishop's solemn voice echoed through the cathedral."Blair Falcone, do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health...?"Blair turned to me, his deep blue eyes locked on mine.He opened his mouth, the words "I do" on the tip of his tongue.BANG!The massive cathedral doors burst open.One of Blair’s men staggered in, his face sheet-white. "Don! It's... it's Mrs. Falcone! She's at the suburban house—she slit her wrists! She tried to kill herself!"Gasps and whispers erupted through the pews. A hundred pairs of eyes drilled into me.Blair’s pupils contracted.The hand tha

Chapter 6

"What's all the racket?" Blair's brow furrowed, trying to push down the knot of unease in his gut."It's Miss Flora!" Vito's voice was shaking. "After you left... she collapsed in the church. Covered in blood! Boss, there was blood everywhere!"Blair's heart seized.Covered in blood? Collapsed?He shoved Mia off him, shot up from the bed, and snatched his suit jacket from the back of the chair, turning to leave."Blair! Where are you going?" Mia scrambled up, grabbing his sleeve in a panic."I have to check on Flora."Mia's eyes went red. She bit her lip, putting on a show of hurt and understanding. "I heard Flora's always been so strong, she never even gets a cold... not like me, I'm not strong like her... But I guess she really isn't feeling well today. You should go. Don't worry about me, I'll be fine by myself..."Her words quieted the panic in his chest.Right. Flora was a Mafia princess from a top Family. She'd dodged more hits with him than he could count. She was in better shap

Chapter 7

(Blair's POV)Blair froze.What the nurses were saying… it matched Vito’s description of Flora’s situation perfectly. Could it really be a coincidence?Outside, the New York sky opened up, a torrential downpour making the day feel as dark as night.That creeping feeling of dread he’d suppressed was now slithering up his spine like a cold snake.He pulled his phone from his pocket, the screen lighting up his face.That's when he noticed it: No missed calls. No texts.That was wrong. Terribly wrong.In six years, no matter how bad their fights got, she had never gone silent on him.Taking a deep breath, Blair hit the familiar speed-dial button. He was calling her.One ring, two... nothing.Just as his hand started to tremble, the call connected.Blair let out a sharp breath of relief, schooling his voice to sound calm, not panicked."Flora.""This whole charade ends now. Mia's fine. I know I was out of line today. We can pick another day for the wedding, I'll make it up to you. Now, stop

Chapter 8

(Blair's POV)The elder's voice was flat, cold. "She'll live. They just moved her to a sterile isolation room.""She'll live..."Those two words felt like a pardon. The tension that had held Blair's body rigid finally gave way, and he slumped against the cold wall, gasping for air, his eyes burning.As long as she was alive.As long as she was alive, he had a chance to make it right.He pushed himself upright, his legs unsteady, and started toward the isolation room at the end of the hall."Stop."In an instant, a dozen black barrels were pointed straight at his head. The Hillrose family's gunmen blocked his path."Get out of my way!" he snarled, his hand moving to the gun at his back.THWACK!Before he could draw, a fist slammed into his face.His head snapped to the side, the coppery taste of blood filling his mouth. The man who'd hit him was Flora's uncle, Julian, the Hillrose family's second-in-command.His eyes were bloodshot as he grabbed Blair by the collar."You son of a bitch!

Chapter 9

(Blair's POV)"We understand, Doctor. We'll be careful," Blair said, his voice raw. "Can... can she see anyone now?""Briefly. But you must remain calm. Say things that will reassure her."Blair entered the room and saw her on the bed, pale and hooked up to a dozen machines. A sharp pain lanced through his chest, and tears fell without warning.He went to her bedside and gently took her hand.Flora's eyes fluttered open.Blair watched her, his breath held.Then, a smile he hadn't seen in what felt like a lifetime spread across her face—a smile of pure affection and trust. "Blair?"She looked confused. "Why are you crying?"Blair choked back a sob, forcing a reassuring smile. "I'm okay, baby. How are you feeling?"Flora didn't answer. Instead, she tried to lift a weak hand to his face, managing only to brush her fingers against the fresh scab on his brow. The one from where she'd thrown the velvet box at him."Honey, what happened to your face?" Her brow furrowed with genuine concern. "

Chapter 10

(Blair's POV)For nearly two months, Blair was a changed man.He handed over all of the Falcone family's underground casinos, port smuggling, and turf wars to his second-in-command, Vito. The once-ambitious Godfather's only daily appointment was staying at the estate and playing the part of the perfect fiancé.Every morning, he’d make breakfast for Flora himself. Then he’d wake her with a soft kiss.He had to handle everything for her, more possessive than he’d ever been.And Flora? She looked happier every day.On the surface, everything was perfect.The only crack in the facade was when Flora would smile and ask, "Why are you so good to me?" Blair would flinch, unable to meet her gaze.He’d just force a smile. "Because I love you, baby. Of course."But only Blair knew the truth. Every night, the nightmares came back. He’d see the look on Flora’s face on their wedding day—so final, so full of hate.And their child, crying, asking him, "Daddy, why didn't you want me?"He’d jolt awake

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