Don Quixote Summary By Chapter

My husband of five years, Eric Vale, came home drunk again. As I laid him in our bed, he murmured, “Don’t worry, my love… I’ll take care of you and our baby.” My heart stopped. Baby? We’d been on birth control since the day we married. There was no baby. I shook him lightly. “What are you talking about, Eric?” He blinked at me, confused, then smiled like nothing had happened. “Hey, babe… did I say something?” The next morning, I checked our joint account. Every month, ten thousand dollars had been wired to a woman named Bella Evers. Yesterday, he sent two hundred thousand more—with a note: I can’t wait for our baby to be born. Bella was Eric’s mistress and was now six months pregnant. So I made one call. “Papa,” I told the most feared Don in the South, “I’m getting a divorce.” I glanced at my sleeping husband. “I want him gone. And I want him broke.”

Emily a sweet, beautiful, intelligent young girl abandoned by her parents at birth, now living with her adopted parents Lilian and Joseph Bush who kept on maltreating her, enduring the harshest of treatment from them. Emily caught the attention of Lorenzo Leonardo son of an Italian Mafia Don who happened to be her seatmate in school. Upon the death of Lorenzo's father he was supposed to take over as Don of the Italian Mafia but only if he fulfils the condition of getting married. Who did Lorenzo ended up marrying? How did life turn out for Emily? How come Lorenzo's elder brother and mother never inherited a penny from their late father? Who killed Lorenzo's father? Read along............

“What do you want from me, Don? I'm your wife.” My voice trembled as the reality of what Alessandro might do to me settled in like a forest fog. “Exactly what I should get knowing how talented your mother was.” He growled, not sounding at all like the man I loved, while he unzipped his dress pants. Sure, I wanted to get laid but not like this. ~~~ To Don Alessandro Moretti, Elena is nothing more than a tool of vengeance. The daughter of the woman who once shattered his father’s empire. But what Alessandro doesn’t know is this: The amnesiac woman he married is no lamb—she's the top assassin and hacker of a phantom organisation. And when her memories return… All hell will break loose.

"I'm wanted, Kimberly. Wanted by the Mafia..." Those were my father’s final words before he died in my arms. Moments later, I saw those legs step out of the shadows, marking the beginning of my nightmare. Leonardo Fiore, a cold Mafia Don,who is determined to use Kimberly as a tool in his game for power. His world is cruel and his words are like ice. "There's no love here, Kimberly,” he whispered. It's not part of the deal.” But Kimberly isn't one to accept whatever fate brings, without a fight. “If your love is not part of the deal, I'll make it mine to claim” she declared, feisty, crashing her lips onto his. As tension arises, Kimberly must decide : will she melt Leonardo's icy heart or lose herself trying to survive in his dangerous world?

Le jour de notre victoire au championnat de cheerleading, tout le stade nous acclamait. Pourtant, mon frère Sacha Baume m'a jeté une bouteille d'eau depuis les gradins en criant : « Pour gagner, tu as blessé Mia juste avant la compétition ! Tu savais pour sa leucémie… Son dernier vœu était de remporter ce trophée. Tu l'as trahie par ambition. Je ne veux plus de sœur comme toi. » Wilfrid Marais, mon fiancé et sponsor officiel, a annulé ma victoire devant tous : « Tu as pris des substances interdites. Tu ne mérites pas ce titre. » Les supporters m'ont boycottée. Ils ont même retouché mes photos en faire des avis de décès et me les ont envoyées. Je les ai gardées précieusement. Je savais que j'en aurais bientôt besoin : mon diagnostic de tumeur maligne au cerveau datait déjà d'un mois. Avant de mourir, j'allais devenir celle qu'ils attendaient de moi : une femme polie, raisonnable, qui protège sa sœur cadette et qui ne ment plus...

Livia Rossi had done everything to escape her father and the Italian Mafia. She denied her roots and even changed her last name. All her efforts go down the drain when her family finally finds her. To punish her for her indiscretions, she suffers and is later sold to the highest bidder as a slave. She is sold to her father’s rival, the Russian Mafia. She fears for the worst but things take a turn when she realizes her chance for survival is to pretend she’s not an Italian Mafia Princess. Since her family murdered the sister of the Pakhan of the Bratva, she knows the Bratva will kill her. What happens when she falls for the big bad Pakhan? Will he forgive her when he finds out she’s the daughter of the man who killed his sister, or will Livia escape the throes of the Bratva? In a foreign land where she doesn’t know anyone, she has to do anything to escape. Even if it means crossing Maxim Novikov and Bratva. She can’t let anyone, especially the Pakhan, deter her plans to destroy her family.

My name is Mia, and I am the middle child of Don and Donna Costa. I am also the black sheep of the family. Or the ugly duckling, as my mother would call me. My shift ended a few hours ago, but it takes me long to get home as I do not have a car like my brother, Leonardo, the oldest, or my sister, Amara, the beautiful one and youngest in the family. As you may gather from my story so far, my parents do not care about me. I walk into the house with a sigh. I have seen the cars in front of our home, and I know my family has friends over. "You have nothing I want! You stole from us, and today I will kill your whole family," I hear an angry voice. I wonder what my father has done this time to piss someone off. "Godfather, give me another chance. You can have my beautiful daughter as your wife," My father begs. Holy shit! My father stole from the godfather? I know the godfather is about thirty, and his name is Riccardo Marina. The Marina family is the most powerful in the American mafia. "I do not like blond blue-eyed sluts. I prefer women with dark hair. Besides, Everyone in town knows Amara Costa! She has been around the block," Riccardo says with disgust. I do not know what to do. Shall I hide? Not many people know my parents have another daughter. I am never invited to their parties as my family is ashamed of me. I do not care for my family, and they can die for all I care. "I have another daughter with dark hair. Maybe you will fancy her," My father begs again. I sigh. Typical!

Sophia’s heart broke every time she saw her husband, Ethan, stealing glances at another woman, the same woman he insisted she donate blood to for the third time that week. Their five-year marriage felt like a lifetime of pain and betrayal. Sophia loved Ethan deeply, but he married her only to inherit his family’s multi-billion-dollar business. Once he gained control, he discarded her like she meant nothing. Despite years of humiliation, Sophia clung to hope that Ethan would someday love her. But when he repeatedly demanded her blood for his mistress’s health, her hope shattered. She endured the cruelty but not the betrayal, not having been cheated on and drained out of blood to the point of death. Sophia filed for divorce, which Ethan accepted without hesitation unaware she was pregnant from a reckless night she barely remembered. *** Left with no family, no money, and no future, Sophia nearly gave up until a mysterious stranger saved her. Years later, she returned with her child, Ethan’s spitting image. “Bro, your ex-wife is here. And that child looks just like you,” Ethan growled, “They’re mine. And I will fight for what belongs to me !”.

Oh my goodness! "You... You killed him" My lips trembled as I spoke. My eyes focused on Cyrus blood which was spreading out. "Your turn, Step Sister" ******** Betrayed by her lover, Grisella Morretti falls into the trap of Don Raniero, her foster brother who was a ruthless Mafia Boss. To Don Raniero, she was a gold thief that he had to teach some sort of lesson and extract a heavy price for crossing him. But what he doesn't know is that Grisella's capture is just merely a pawn in her own game of REVENGE. Put on your seatbelt as we dive into this gripping tale of secrets, lies and hidden truths.

My husband, Don Lorenzo, ran New York's underworld. And he's the one who put me in prison. All because his childhood flame, Cassandra Viti—the Viti family princess—killed my father. I was the first one on the scene. The Feds caught me standing over the body. He faked the evidence. Made sure I took the fall. I spent three years in hell. His apology? A single sentence and an unlimited black card. "I owe Cassandra three wishes. Once you're out, once I've paid my debt to her, you'll be my Donna again."