Novel & Cerita Don Little Wife

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.

Overnight, Lux went from being a kidnapping survivor to the unstable, obsessive, jealous madwoman everyone whispered about. Meanwhile, Lorenzo and Bianca were effortlessly recast as the innocent victims, unfairly harassed and slandered by her. Sometimes, conversations from passing visitors drifted through the hallway outside her room. "I heard Donna Antara lost her mind and started accusing her own sister." "The Don really has terrible luck. His wife survived and came back alive, only to lose her sanity. And now Miss Bianca lost the baby too." "But he's still willing to stay by her side and take care of her. Lorenzo really is devoted."

"Isabella, do you have any idea how long Lena cried and begged me today to stay by her side?" "You're the only one with the title of Mrs. Corleone. No matter how much I accompany Lena, it's all just for show. Stop being unreasonable, okay? You know you're the one I care about most." According to him, I should be grateful that he chose to spend the night with me. The most basic duty of a husband—Vincent made it sound like some grand favor. My nails dug into my palms as I looked calmly at his irritated expression. "Vincent, I don't want the title of Mrs. Corleone anymore."

"What a beautiful and talented wife, with a successful career of her own! If you ever needed proof of being blessed, you have it all." I don't bother correcting him immediately. I have done it far too many times tonight. Each time I state that Dolly is not my wife and that we are not married, I open up opportunities for more questions, more insinuations. “Dolly’s not my wife,” I say, my voice even, controlled. “She’s a business partner.” “Come on, Knoxx,” another man says with a laugh. “She just had your baby. She practically is your wife.”

Dean said and Dalvin looked up at him. “It's surprising how you can refer to someone as a fool when your wife doesn't even know the difference between paperwork and a contract. I wonder if your wife can run a company too, oh. I almost forgot, all that is in her head are bags and heels.” Dalvin said and Dominic’s wife looked up at him. Dean chuckled and Dominic glared hard at him. “And it's crazy how you are adding to it when the biggest achievement you’ve had in your life is going to jail five times in a row,” Dalvin said to Dean and he frowned at him.

My name was Lola Sinclair, a young wife from a small farming town. My husband, Dominic DeLuca, used to work at a construction site. He was honest, hardworking, and willing to take any job as long as it could keep our family fed. We had two children, a modest home, and a life that was never rich but still peaceful. Then everything changed. Dominic fell from a height at the construction site and badly injured his leg. The contractor responsible disappeared soon afterward, leaving us without compensation. Instead of receiving help, we were forced to cover nearly one hundred thousand dollars in medical expenses ourselves.

“My mother seemed to have missed you, but I have a wife now. My door is open, get out while I am asking nicely.” Sofia sighed, adding, “I saw your wife through the pictures your mother sent to me. You like that type of woman, no class, and no background?” Dalvin scowled at her. “So, you’re slandering my wife when you have just returned? I don’t want to be involved with you so get out.”