Don Quixote Summary By Chapter Novels & Stories

"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.

I was reborn, back to the day before my wedding. The first thing I did? I swapped husbands with my sister. Last time around, I married Julian, a mild-mannered tech mogul. He couldn't handle my fiery temper, and I couldn't stand how soft he was. Our marriage crashed and burned in a year. My sister, sweet and timid, was in an arranged marriage with Robin Kane, the Don of New York's biggest crime family. She couldn't handle the brutal, chaotic life. Tormented by Robin's so-called childhood sweetheart, Isabella, she fell into a deep depression and died. So when I came back, I made a decision. I’d be the one to marry the Don. But I never expected that after the wedding, the cold, stoic Don would become a different man. Every night, he’d be on top of me, kissing me like he was obsessed, whispering, "Good girl. I'll make you feel good. Just one more time, baby?"

Six years ago, my sister and I fell for the same man, Edmund. But he only had eyes for Rosalie, the sweet, innocent type. With them, I was always the third wheel. They got married, of course. And on their wedding day, I overheard my parents whispering. "The company's strapped for cash," my father said. "What if we marry Corinne off to our business partner? That'd solve our problem..." This "partner" was over fifty and twice divorced. So I ran. I fled to Sicily with the only five thousand dollars to my name. I ran on pure bitterness. In four years, I brought dozens of small-time Sicilian crews to heel and forged my own family: Vexille. In another two, I came back to New York and quietly became the most powerful woman in the North American underworld. By then, Edmund's power was crumbling, hit hard by a rival family. That's when my mother called, her voice full of that same old entitlement. "Your brother-in-law's in some trouble. Figure out a way to help him." Then a text from my sister, Rosalie, dripping with contempt: "Sister, I remember you have a little casino in Sicily, right? So you must know something about that Vexille family." "Edmund needs their help. See what you can dig up." They still don't know. I'm the Don of the Vexille family. I glanced at the schedule my advisor had prepared. Tomorrow, 9:00 AM. A sit-down with some minor family looking for a handout. The name on the file: Edmund.

On our tenth year anniversary, I'm making out with my husband, Don Raimondo Brocchi, in his office. Just as I'm about to secretly slip the pregnancy report into his hand as a surprise, his secretary, Anna Altamura, walks into the office. We're forced to stop our makeout session. Meanwhile, Anna shoots me a provocative look before she begins chatting with Raimondo in fluent Italese. "Don Brocchi, who do you like more in bed? Me or the Donna?" Raimondo lets out a soft chuckle. The vibrations of his voice makes my back crawl with numbness. "You, of course. After all, you're younger and tighter, amore. Meanwhile, Cassia is already 30 years old." Haughtily, Anna picks up a document before returning to her seat. What they don't know is that my Nonno hails from Sicaria. That means I understand each and every Italese word they just said. After forcing myself to calm down, I locate the invitation mailed from Anworth Institute that comes with a permanent position in my inbox. Then, I key in a short response to the person in charge. I agree to travel to the institution. Before my trip, I will make sure to terminate everything that belongs to me.

My fiancé, Elio Santoro, is the Don of the Santoro family, one of the five major mafia families in Castellano. During a gang attack, he is shot and loses his memory, causing him to completely forget me. I try again and again to help him recover his memory, but every attempt fails. One day, I go to find him with the contract after finalizing a major drug transport deal with a foreign group on his behalf. By chance, I overhear his conversation with his first love, Sofia Rossi. "Elio, according to our bet, you've already reached level 98 in this game. Two more levels, and I will become the true Donna of the Santoro family." I feel like I've been tossed into an icy lake. So his amnesia is fake, and our seven years together are all a lie. Since the beginning, this is just a cruel game he is playing to amuse his first love, and I am nothing but a toy. Later, I get into a car accident on my way to meet Sofia. Elio rushes into the fire like a madman. The moment he sees my burned corpse, he loses his mind.

After returning home from a flight, I realize that my bottle of hair conditioner has run out in the bathroom. The thing is, my husband, Carlos Zappa, doesn't use hair conditioner at all. Seeing Carlos through the frosted glass, I decide to probe him for answers. "Did any guests stay over lately? Or have you started doing hair care?" Carlos flips through the documents, which are stamped with the Zappa family crest, impatiently at my questions. "Maybe a maid accidentally toppled the bottle over when she was cleaning the bathroom. Also, why are you annoying me with such minuscule matters?" When I put on the bathrobe, I feel a ticklish sensation coming from the collar. As soon as I look down, I notice a strand of dried yellow hair being entangled in the collar. The moment the steam dissipates, I see two pairs of intertwining handprints on the bathroom's glass door. I never thought that my home would grow this popular during my one-week trip away from home. I've been married to Carlos for three years, and yet this is my first time finding out that he's actually this wild in bed. So, I secretly text my father, the Don of the Carozza family. "Dad, Carlos has cheated on me. Does the bet we made three years ago still count?"

I was supposed to marry his son. One night with the Don changed that. Two weeks before my wedding, I caught my fiancé cheating. He’s using my nudes to force me down the aisle. Broke and desperate, I say yes to one night at an elite BDSM club—just to feel wanted again. I never expected the man under the mask to be Alexander Thorne. Vegas mafia Don. Cold, possessive, and off-limits. Four days later, I’m standing at my engagement party as he introduces me to his father. _His father._ The man I slept with. David needs me to marry him for his inheritance. Alexander needs me to stop it. His solution? A contract marriage: one year as his wife, ten million dollars, and one rule keep it professional. My ex has other plans. He sends me into Alexander’s mansion as a spy, with blackmail as my leash and one mission: steal the key to his safe. The only thing David forbids? Don’t fuck my father. Don’t fall for him. Too late. Alexander doesn’t share. He doesn’t lose. And now I’m his. In a city built on secrets, betrayal, and power, our contract marriage is the most dangerous game of all.

"Hayden, you have been a bad boy have you not?" Vincenzo said to me as he unclasped his belt and drew it off his waist, his muscles flexing. "What do you mean-" "Turn around!" He demanded from me as he did so before I could do it. He wrapped the belt around my hands and tightened it. "Vincenzo?" I whisper yelled at him with a glare. "Get on your knees little prince and open your mouth for me. Daddy needs to punish you." "Why?" "Shut your mouth before I do it with my dick Hayden," he threatened me with an evil smirk. "You would not dare!" I snapped at him before letting out a gasp as he pulled his hardened cock out of his boxers, the cap of the monster pink and shiny with precum. "Oh little prince, I would dare," he said as he forced me to my knees with a hand on my shoulder. "Good boy," he groaned as he slid his dick into my mouth, my wetness wrapping around his cock. "Ah, your mouth feels so good," he murmured. And then he began to move, his cock growing more inside of my mouth. ...... Hayden and Vincenzo clash in a battle of wits and strength. Though they are attracted just as much as they despise each other, they are drawn together in an intense and dangerous game. It takes two to tango. It takes two to play the dangerous game. And the winner takes all.