Don Little Wife Novels & Stories

"I don't care if she is your real daughter or not! The only thing I care about is that she is my wife now and anyone of you don't get a fuc*** right to slap her let alone touch even a single hair of hers!" Mrs Hamilton looked shocked. Her head moving in a no as she approaches him. "Listen to me Son... please sit down!! At least hear-' "I will no longer sit down and get your respect when you dare to disrespect my wife!! Listen good Mrs Hamilton because I hate to repeat myself....her name is Elle Lockwood now and before you go around hitting my wife in my house in front of my staff....just remembered what I can do to your company with just a flick of my finger."

Damon admitted and Leon was happy he was thinking good of his wife. He went ahead to spin the bottle and it landed on the nanny and Damon. "Sir, no offense but I dare you to tell us three things you love about your wife" She said and Nicole's heart skipped again... * *

The mischievous grin and raised eyebrow made me blush "Who-who t-told you" I looked away to hide my red cheeks face "Aldonis is a real blabber mouth you know " She giggled at my reaction. I groaned hiding my face in my palms "It's not a bad thing to have feelings for your husband" She stressed the 'your husband' "That's the thing I don't know if I have feelings for him mrs juli. He's complicated and difficult. And he was under the influence. It didn't mean anything"

He didn't want to. “All these years, you didn't bother to tell me that your husband's info is only a search away from the internet." Bonnie beamed at whatever information she was seeing on the screen. "Ex-husband," Belle corrected. "Yeah, right. Geez. This is a lot to take in. My head won't stop calculating this guy's net worth." Everyone's talking about Nikolai's net worth, which annoys her already. "Yeah, they own an airline. Big deal."

Lyla's POV I stare at the man in front of me. “Impossible.” The words slipped past my lips with certainty, yet my eyes could not be failing me. “Lyla Russo,” he chucked darkly. “Or should I say,” his smile stretched wider, “Donovan?” My legs gave out under me and I crumbled to the floor. “How?” “Let's not think about that,” Christian Donovan laughed. “Let's talk about us, my dearest wife.”

For a brief second, the two exchanged a glance, which only fueled Sebastian’s rage. “No. You are Cassandra! There’s no way that man isn’t with you! I know you’re trying to deceive me!” His shout rang harshly, filled with fury. He wanted nothing more than to pull her to his side. Though Cassandra now seemed different—colder, Sebastian knew in his heart she was the same woman. “She is Sandra, not Cassandra. My wife.” Dylan’s voice as he explained was unbearably irritating to him. He hadn’t expected to hear that. For a second, it felt as though his heartbeat had stopped, and he could no longer control himself. He lunged forward, grabbing Dylan by the collar.

Searching for an answer that wouldn't hurt but wouldn't lie. Alina set down her fork carefully. "I'm your father's wife," she said quietly. "That makes me family." Junior's face scrunched with confusion. "But Mama said wives live with their husbands. You don't live with Papa. You have a separate room." Another carefully planted seed. Clarissa had been teaching Junior that wives belonged with husbands. That separation meant something wrong. Setting up the narrative that Alina didn't belong. "Junior," Daniel said firmly, "Alina is part of this family. She eats with us because she's my wife."

He sat down and took my hand, his tone carrying that self-righteous helplessness men in our world often used. "Sophia, you know how it was yesterday. You are lethal; you can protect yourself. But Bella is weak. She has a five-year-old son. I couldn't let a child lose his mother." I nodded. "I understand." Alexander looked relieved. He reached out and stroked my cheek. "You act more like a true Donna every day. I’m lucky my wife is so understanding." I laughed internally. So that was the duty of a Don's wife—to bleed, to sacrifice, and then watch her husband protect another woman.

Smile thin as a blade. “Lucas Harrington,” he greeted smoothly. “You look well.” Lucas didn’t return the smile. “Adrian Cole.” Amara felt the tension shift instantly. This was no rumor. This was history. Adrian’s gaze moved to her. Assessing. Calculating. “So this is the wife,” he said. “You do have a talent for unexpected decisions.” “Say what you want and leave her out of it,” Lucas said coldly. Adrian chuckled. “You always did overestimate your control.”

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.