Don Little Wife Novels & Stories

To my face, they were polite, deferential even, out of fear of the Don. But the second Luca turned his back, the sneers and whispers cut through the low hum of the room, sharp as a switchblade. “A steward’s daughter, at the Don’s right hand? It’s a disgrace to the honor of the Families.”“She’s just the help that kept him alive when he couldn’t speak. Thinks she’s the Donna now?”“He’d never marry her. No bloodline, no name. Shames the Vitali legacy.” I stood alone, invisible, a ghost at the Family banquet.

He knew exactly what this woman was up to. "Huh?" Emma Willis looked bewildered, "You're married?" "You just arrived in H city, right? If anyone who knows me would know that I've been married for a long time. My wife was a young and outstanding businesswoman honored by this city. Now, she has shifted to directing and is equally talented." He raised his eyebrows and looked at Emma Willis with a warning expression. The tone boasting about his wife was filled with pride, and the corners of his mouth curled up a satisfied laugh.

, and Maria said no. "You did what you felt and trust me if it was me I would have done the same thing or more worse than this. Coz you know even in this emotional torture going inside you, you didn't accused him nor did you misunderstood the whole situation. It was all bottled up inside you and I'm happy to know that you are a sharp lady. And I'm sure with this smart ass brain of yours will never let your title wife be snatched by anyone. She was and will always be a past and you his present and future being his one and only wife for life", Dia smiled hearing her place was reserved and she knows her place and position was so strong and powerful that everyone will need to bow down near her.

Now that they did, they doted on him endlessly. They looked warm and harmonious together—like a real family. And I, the lawful wife, was left alone, like a decorative object. Even when I tried not to look, the news still found its way to me. Through Lucy's posts. Through mutual friends. I let out a cold laugh and posted directly on my own feed: [Congratulations to my child-free husband of seventeen years and his first love on the birth of their son.] Not long after, my mother-in-law called.

“You see, I’ve been so busy with work lately that I’ve been getting forgetful. Since you’re here, why don’t we all take a day to relax and unwind, just the three of us?” Hearing that, Bryan jumped up excitedly. “Yay! Mommy, can we go to the zoo? You and Uncle David were in his room playing games without me.” The room instantly fell silent. Olivia, who was rarely flustered, quickly said, “Hugh, don’t listen to Bryan. We haven’t done anything in the room. David’s just been interested in scripture lately, and I was explaining some passages to him. That’s all.” “You don’t need to explain. You’re my wife, and he’s my brother. I trust you both, and I’m sure you would never do anything to betray me

“Why won’t I feel sad? Yelle looks sad and disappointed with what I ask her to do. She told me that she will miss baby Tanya.” I hug her tight and kiss her forehead. “Don’t be sad my wife. I’m sure she understand us.”

“See, I’m the kind of man who’d buy your sister that iPhone 16 she’s been out there whoring for — and still wouldn’t expect a damn thing in return.” Then he looked Darlington dead in the eye. “And just to clarify? My wife isn’t a nanny. She's a mother — who loves her child. You really don’t get the difference, do you?” He turned to me, that sharp smirk softening into something warm. “Come on, love. Let’s go before Diane buys out the whole mall.” “Diane, baby, let’s get going,” I called. Diane came bouncing up with a staff member trailing behind her, arms full of backpacks, devices, and lab coats.

Is the diamond that expensive? “A hundred million dollars for Mr Changretta” she announces. “A hundred and twenty million dollars” someone says from behind us. “Two hundred million dollars” Dominic announces again and my jaw drops. Any lower and I might actually have to stitch it together, “my wife really likes it” he says again, “how can I not get it for her?” His attention turns to me and this is when I realize what he has just said. Did he just call me his wife? Wife?!! What the actual fuck?

I started mumbling "Husband my ass….. no ring…. no wedding hold…. who are you calling wife…. I won’t marry you even if you’re the Mighty CEO Mavis…….. no not Leonel…… his so rich…. I’ll marry him….. not you…… PERVERT." . . . .....

The Wife on the Table Livia sat stiffly behind Dante, her hands folded in her lap, her face a blank mask. The poker den reeked of cigars and whiskey, the air thick with men’s laughter and clinking chips. She kept her eyes down, avoiding the leers from the players around the table. Dante’s voice cut through the noise, sharp and slurred. “Check out my wife, boys,” he said, tossing a chip into the pot. “Best decoration I ever bought. Quiet, too. Perfect.”