Married Off To The Dying Don Novels & Stories

At the Costa family's spring dinner, Elena Rossi heard her boyfriend, Julian Costa, the young Don of Miami, talking about her through a half-open door. "Elena's beautiful. But the only reason I went after her was that she looked a little like Bianca. These three years, I've been looking for Bianca in her." Three years of giving him everything, and she had only ever been a stand-in. That night, she called the fiancé her father had chosen for her, the man she had sworn she would never marry. "I'll do it. I'll marry you." Weeks later, the most powerful Don in North America married the Rossi heiress. Julian stared at the bride's face on every screen in the city, the face he couldn't stop thinkin

Rosemarie whimpered. “Oh, don't cry Rosemarie. Is something wrong? Tell me.” “In our last conversation . . . remember? I told you I got married.” She paused for a second. “My husband, Don, died of the plague. Then my eldest followed weeks after. I'm here to save what's left of me, Tessa – my little girl Jeanie.” She burst into tears, but she kept holding on. “Oh! Girl, why would you feel so? You know where to find me,” was Tessa's kind offer on hearing her story.

Don said, looking into Ava's sea eyes. “Ava, tell him the truth. He also needs to know that you broke your marriage with him by marrying that three-eyed monster. Don't forget to tell him that!” Dyrus said, laughing mentally. "What? You married that man?" Don said, expecting an answer as he stared into her sea eyes, Ava's mouth trembling, she was mute. "Answer me, Ava," Don yelled at her, trying to keep his fist from getting close to her. "I tried to explain everything to you, but..."

He asks with a scowl on his face. “I am leaving the country,” I reply trying to make it sound normal. “Leaving the country? What are you talking about?!” He inquires with a confused expression on his face. “Where do you plan to go?” “That is none of your business, Dimitri… not anymore,” I reply curtly. “Of course it is my business, you are my wife! I think I have the right to know where you are going,” he exclaims frowning. “Drop the act, Dimitri. There is no point in continuing with this marriage. I only married you to keep my family safe and now they are dead, and you… the girl of your dreams just came back from the death… be happy about it and let me go,” I say.

(Holy shit) "Yea you're telling me I thought was a joke too," I said while taking a turn. "I mean I getting married to freaking Luca Lombardi," I say "Okay well, at least he's crazy hot right I mean I would marry Luca's fine ass any day," she says looking all smug. "Nov, he's a player one night stands is all he does and I'm pretty sure he's not gonna stop when we get married but I will say I going to put a fucking end to it I will not be disrespected," I say as my hands tighten around the wheel.

’ huffed the home wrecker, her long, pink nails clawing at my arms like she was drowning. But Sarah, already recovered, grabbed my arm to halt my attacks so she could throw a real slap on that cakey cheek. ‘You’re the bitch, you bitch!’ She roared with my fury. ‘Didn’t you know that the Don’s already married? This is his wife!’ The woman jerked back with furious eyes. ‘He’s divorced! Said so himself. Besides.’ She gave me a scan and scoffed. ‘Who wants an oil tank when he can have these!’ She pushed up her big tits and they threatened to spill from her low-V.

"I'm serious, Dad. Raphael and I practically grew up as childhood sweethearts. I loved him long before this. He died out of nowhere, and I can't accept it. "I want to marry him now. I'll live as his widow if I must. If you refuse, I'll go after him anyway!" Dad frowned and pulled me down from the windowsill into his arms. "If you love him that much, I'll speak to the Roosevelts. But how could I bear to marry the apple of my eye to a dead man when you're in your prime?" I gave him a bleak smile. "We're in a financial bind. Marrying him would serve both ends and ease the pressure on you."

I turned slowly to face him after wanting to meet his eyes. “Shawn,” I said softly, almost gently…almost….“There is no way out anymore. You either marry me and become the don or you die by the hands of my father, you know how much power he wields. You might be the best man in this world but death is far greater.” Our eyes met and love sparked igniting some sort of feeling inside of me. The one that makes me thirst for blood. “You know we must get married,” I whispered. There was no way for him to escape. No way. No princess normani….. No one.

I spat, storming out of his office. There’s no way in hell I’m marrying Luca Morretti. The rumors say he murdered his first wife, and if those rumors are true, I won’t be his next victim. He became a Don after brutally killing his father, making him the youngest Don in history. At just 28, he’s both respected and feared by everyone around him. He got married at 25, and two years later, his oh-so-mysterious wife died. Now here I am, 24, being forced into this nightmare. I want to finish college, get my business degree, and live life on my terms not chained to a Mafia Don.

"You know what'd happen if you die? Don would mourn for a while then move on with his fucking life, but who'd suffer. Suzy and Rose would suffer. We would be the one to mourn over you and you will never come back." No matter how stinging each words came out of her mouth was, I couldn't deny its truth. She stared at me with what looked like tears in her eyes. "Leave him Eri. Just get a divorce." I didn't want to die, neither did I want Suzy and Rose to suffer and mourn for the rest of their lives. I'd already almost died three times since I'd met Don and it hadn't even been up to a year.