Don Quixote Chapter Summaries

Seven years after getting engaged to Leander Beaumont, he inherits everything that once belonged to his late brother—including his brother's wife, Dinah Fowler. Every time Leander sleeps with Dinah, he holds me afterward and whispers, "Jenny, just wait a little longer. We can finally have our wedding once Dinah gets pregnant." It's the only condition the Beaumont family, Westrael’s most powerful mafia clan, sets for Leander to become the next Don. In just half a year after returning home, Leander visits Dinah's room 59 times. He starts from once a month... to nearly every single day. Finally, after the 60th time I watch him leave Dinah's room, the "good news" comes. Dinah is pregnant. And along with it, an announcement—the Beaumont family declares Leander and Dinah are getting married. "Mamma, is someone getting married?" my young son asks, staring at the house now lavishly decorated by a wedding company. I quietly gather him into my arms, my voice cold as I say, "Yes, sweetheart. Your father is marrying the woman he loves. It's time for us to leave." What Leander doesn't know is that the Bellini family, my family, has risen to become a mafia power strong enough to rival the Beaumonts. And me? I'm Jenny Bellini, the most beloved daughter of the Bellini family. I will never be trapped by marriage again.

My name is Isabella Wright. In my fifth year of marriage to the Don of a powerful mafia family, I find out that the protection charm he gave me causes me headaches whenever I bring it with me. I take out the sachet I find in the charm and bring it to Cursley Hospital. The doctor inspects the sachet and tells me that it contains a type of slow-acting poison that doesn't just cause harm to the victim's body but also renders them infertile after a while. I cry and exclaim, "But that's impossible! My husband gave this to me! His name is Vincenzo Cursley. He's also the person who owns this hospital!" The doctor looks at me in confusion. "Miss, I think you need to visit the psychiatrist. I know Mr. Cursley and his wife. They're very close and intimate with each other. Also, Mrs. Cursley just gave birth to a baby boy not too long ago. They're both now in the VIP ward, looking at their baby." Then, the doctor shows me a photo on his phone. Vincenzo was wearing his usual black suit with the Cursley family emblem embroidered on it. He was holding a baby in his arms, and as for the woman standing next to him… I know her. Her name is Claudia Henderson. And Vincenzo has always referred to her as his adoptive sister.

The silence stretched between us, heavy and cold. My heart was beating so loudly it felt like he could hear it. I kept my eyes on his, waiting for him to get angry, waiting for him to do something worse. To my surprise, he leaned away But then, he leaned in close, his breath hot against my ear. "Don't think this is over," he whispered, his voice low and menacing. "You may have gotten lucky this time, but mark my words, Denise - I will fuck you soon. Hard. Whenever and however I like. And you will enjoy it because you belong to me. Every part of you. Your mouth. Your pussy. Your ass." Dahlia Rivera has spent her life in her twin sister’s shadow. But when Denise vanishes on the night of her arranged marriage to ruthless mafia don Luca Romano, Dahlia is forced to walk down the aisle in her place. What begins as a sacrifice soon turns into a prison. Cold and unforgiving, Luca reveals she was given to him not for love, but as payment for her father’s debts. Trapped in his mansion, Dahlia braces herself for a loveless marriage—until she glimpses the man behind the don. As danger closes in and passion ignites, Dahlia finds herself falling for the husband she was never meant to have. But Luca doesn’t believe in love—and his silence could break her more than any enemy’s bullet. And when Denise returns, demanding to reclaim what was “hers,” Dahlia must risk everything—not only for Luca’s love, but for her very life.

Lily's life is shattered after an attack against her family by Jaxon, the mafia don from the south. Her father and brother were murdered and as the only daughter, Lily was used as a tool by Jaxon to control other mafia families. Unable to bear the hard life, Lily ran away. A few years later she reappeared as a different Lily. She was strong, hard to fall in love, and became the leader of an organization that fought all the mafia. They met again and agreed to marry on contract to work together. But Lily comes not for love but for revenge. Will Lily be able to overpower her vivid feelings for Jaxon or will she fall into his world and repeat the same mistakes?

“My word is my bond,” but those words soon became his tomb. Jade's Dad, Mr. Roberts had paid the ultimate price for making a deal with the devil and now, Jade was caught in the crossfire. But the dreaded kingpin of the underworld, Luca De-Santo will stop at nothing to reclaim his dynasty. Absolutely nothing! Torn between the dying wish of her Father and a past trauma, Jade must make a difficult decision and quickly too. She settles for an impulsive decision; marriage becomes a means to an end, and it comes with consequences. With her new position as the Heiress of a vast business empire built on blood and deceit, Luca is lurking, not too far away. While her hands are full trying to fend off the ruthless Mafia Boss, an enemy from within rises with venom at Jade. How will Jade handle it all? What happens when she realises that no one can outwit Luca De Santo? How will she feel when she realises that the saviour she ran to is actually the one she was warned against?

J'étais enceinte de huit mois. J'assistais à un gala de charité avec mon mari, le Don Massimo, lorsqu'une famille rivale nous a attaqués. La foule a paniqué. On m'a violemment bousculée et je suis tombée au sol. Du sang partout. Massimo a complètement perdu la raison, criant pour appeler des médecins, désespéré de sauver mon bébé. Mais lorsque je me suis réveillée, ils avaient disparu tous les deux. Plus de bébé, plus de Massimo. Je me souvenais des coups de feu, de Massimo qui me protégeait de son corps. Une peur glaciale m'a envahie. Je me suis hissée dans un fauteuil roulant et me suis précipitée dans le couloir. C'est alors que je les ai entendus — Massimo et le médecin. « Monsieur, je suis désolé. Nous avons fait tout ce que nous pouvions. Le bébé… il n'a pas survécu », a-t-il murmuré. Les larmes ont coulé sur mon visage. Ils avaient tué mon bébé. La famille rivale avait tué mon bébé. Mais les paroles suivantes de Massimo ont complètement brisé mon monde. « Il n'y avait qu'une seule équipe médicale. J'ai dû faire un choix. Bianca… elle portait aussi mon enfant », a-t-il dit d'une voix lourde. Massimo a soupiré, puis a donné son ordre. « Personne ne doit rien dire à Arabella. Elle élèvera l'enfant de Bianca comme le sien. Il sera mon unique héritier », a-t-il déclaré. J'ai plaqué une main sur ma bouche, la vue brouillée par les larmes, avant de me détourner. L'homme que j'avais aimé n'était qu'un mensonge. Très bien. S'il voulait une guerre, il l'aurait.

"You're mine now, Emma Campbell," DeLuca's words whispered, signaling to Emma that she was now in the hands of this mobster. Emma, a determined young woman with ambitious dreams for the future, leads a modest life with her father in a middle-class home, haunted by the loss of her mother when she was still a child. Her world takes a shadowy twist when her father, desperate to settle a debt with an unrelenting mobster, essentially hands over his daughter, seeing no other alternative. As her dreams slip further away, Emma begins to realize that her life might have been destined to intertwine with Andrew DeLuca, the enigmatic Mafia Don. In "My Dear Don: The Contract Marriage," immerse yourself in a world where fate collides with the dangerous allure of the mafia, and follow along as Emma and Andrew navigate a web of intrigue, unexpected passion, and a contract that could either ruin their lives or bind their destinies together forever."

The stranger moved closer, closing the space between him and Anna. His hand came up, gripping her jaw and tilting her face so she had no choice but to meet his gaze. “Are you sure about this?” he asked. Anna swallowed hard, her pulse racing. “Yes,” she breathed. “I want you to fuck me so hard I forget about my dickhead of a fiancé.” **************** Anna Hawkins was never supposed to fall into the arms of a stranger. But after walking in on her fiancé having sex with her best friend, pain drove her into the dark corners of a nightclub and straight into the arms of a man with cold eyes, inked skin, and a body that could ruin her. Their night was supposed to mean nothing. But unforeseen circumstances throw Anna into a brutal world of betrayal, power, crime, and possession. She wasn’t just heartbroken anymore. She was owned. And the most dangerous part? She didn’t know how to escape from her cruel fate.

On the verge of being trapped in a forced marriage, Emily’s only way out might be to carry the baby of her fiancé’s archenemy. Dante Ferrari. Dante also happens to be her best friend’s cold and powerful older brother, who had always looked at her like she was a nuisance that needed to be controlled. Emily Collombo never had a choice. As the illegitimate daughter of the Collombo Family, she was nothing more than a pawn in the family’s business, forced to marry Marco Russo, heir to one of the formidable mafia clans in Italy. Her bleak future was sealed…. until one devastating mistake at the hospital changed everything. An insemination gone wrong, due to medical negligence. Now Emily carries the baby of not just any man, but Dante Ferrari. Don of the Ferrari Mafia Clan. The Ferraris aren’t just powerful, they are the pinnacle of power. Ruthless, untouchable, and feared across the underworld. The moment Dante discovers Emily carries his child, he makes one thing clear. SHE belongs to HIM now. And If war must break out between the Russos and the Ferraris, then let it burn.

For four years I was his secretary, and for four years I warmed his bed. I knew everything, from his family business to the secrets he whispered to me at night. But to him, I was nothing more than a toy he could summon whenever he pleased. The moment his first love, Sofia Costa, flew back into the country, he humiliated me without a second thought. He kissed her in a Sicilian church, abandoned me on a rain-soaked road with a gash ten inches long on my calf, and later dismissed me with a cold, cutting line. He said I was someone unimportant, someone he could simply ignore. She waved the tulip plush he'd given her in front of me. "I'm the only one he loves. You were just a stand-in." While I rebuilt my life in Chicago and finally found some peace, this ruthless Mafia don knelt outside my door, eyes red with emotion. "Elena, come back to me." I kicked his hand away with a smile. "Your so-called devotion disgusts me."