Married Off To The Dying Don Novels & Stories

Mariana asked in whispers to her Papa, who was sat in between she and Carlos. "I am sure Don Diego knows how many feet he had stepped on and how many couldn't wait to see him fall." Carlos added as the watch the officiating priest pray over the now married couple. "We call on Diego Ortega to take his vows in the presence of many witnesses. " Don Diego stepped forward open a sheet that he had written for his bride. "For you, I can stop the world and fight till my last breath. Nothing can ever make me take my eyes off you. I will be your loudest cheerleader and the strongest shoulder to lean on. He said, tapping his broad shoulders.

The instinct of prey being stalked sent a chill down my spine. News traveled too fast. The Don had left New York, taking his elite forces with him, leaving a wounded Mama to guard an empty fortress. For the rival families who had been lying in wait, this was an invitation to a feeding frenzy. *Boom!* A deafening blast shattered the bulletproof glass of the French windows. A heatwave carrying shards of glass rushed into the living room. It was the smell of C4. The estate's wrought-iron gates were blown open, and ear-piercing alarms cut through the long night.

I was hooked the second I laid eyes on him. “Layla,” the old man waved a hand in front of my face. “You sick? You’re a million miles away.” I glanced down at the gun in my hand, and realized I’d jammed the magazine into the wrong weapon. He saw right through me, a knowing grin on his face. “So. My grandson Rico. He’s easy on the eyes, huh?” I shook my head, trying to snap out of the stupid thoughts swirling in my head. “You’re a good kid, Layla. Folks like us? We never know if death or tomorrow’s coming first.If he would like to settle down with a steady, good girl like you for a quiet life. That’s no bad thing.”

Marco caught my arm before I hit the ground. “She was on that plane,” I said. I did not know whether I was speaking to him or to myself. “Lucia was on that plane.” No one answered. I shoved Marco off and walked closer to the edge of the water. The waves kept coming in, black and cold, as if they had not just swallowed my wife. One of the divers approached again. “Don, we’ll continue through the night, but you need to prepare yourself.” I laughed once. It sounded wrong even to me.

My younger sister, Arianna Valenti, is engaged to Dario Lancieri, heir of the Lancieri family. But after drinking a glass of spiked champagne, I end up sleeping with Dario. To preserve the alliance between our families, my Madre decides that I will marry Dario in Arianna's place. I marry the man Arianna loves, while she is sent away to marry the gravely ill elderly Don of the Bellini family as part of a political alliance. On her wedding day, Arianna is ambushed and killed by a rival faction. From that moment on, Dario hates me with all his heart. Our marriage lasts for more than 20 years, filled with nothing but indifference and humiliation. On the day I finally succumb to my illnes

One second before the ceremony was set to begin, my groom, Alvin Mercer, suddenly turned and walked out. "Lillian, Hannah's exhibition is falling apart. She's home alone right now and I have to be with her. We'll reschedule the wedding." Hannah Deneuve was the maid's daughter he'd grown up with. I caught him by the cuff. My voice came out flat and cold. "Alvin, this is the sixth time you have called off our wedding for her. If you walk out that door today, you and I are finished." But Alvin flung my hand off. "Enough! We can get married any time. Hannah needs me right now!" He left without looking back, and my heart slowly went cold. The priest clutched his Bible, visibly uncomfortable, and

On my 28th birthday, Carl Thorne asked me to meet him at the Moon Goddess statue. He specifically told me to wear a wedding dress and said he was finally going to keep his promise and mark me. But when I arrived in my wedding dress, its train trailing behind me, he turned to the crowd and laughed. "See? I don't even have to mark her. One word from me, and she'll come running. I win. The hunting grounds are mine." Then he raised an eyebrow at me. "Vera, I was only joking. The pack still sees you as their Luna, mark or no mark." When I remained silent, Carl grinned. "If you're so desperate to be marked, why not pick someone here?" The crowd burst out laughing. Everyone knew I was Carl's fated

He looked perfectly comfortable. Of course he did. This was his home. His country. His world. I was the stranger who had been dragged into it. I pulled my legs onto the sofa and rested my head against the cushion. I could still feel the weight of the diamond ring on my finger. Mrs. Martello. The title felt like a joke. I was married to a man I barely knew, living in a mansion I could not leave, and preparing to carry a child conceived from the eggs of his dead wife.

"Sign it, Ivy. She doesn't have time!!" My husband's first love ‘died’ seven years ago. Last night she came back. Six months to live, he says. Her last wish is to be his wife. So I signed. I took nothing. Not the house, not the money, not his name. I kept one thing very precious to me, and he'll never know it exists. Because the woman sleeping in my bed isn't dying. And I'm going to prove it.

The year I turned 19, I met my father's adopted brother, Luca Ferraro, for the first time. He was the most ruthless Don in all of Sicily, and on paper, he was my uncle. That day, he looked into my eyes and couldn't seem to tear his gaze away. From then on, I was his personal assistant by day, never more than a step from his side. By night, he tore my stockings and took me on his desk. For five years, I was his secret lover. He had me wear red dresses and get a rose tattooed on my thigh. He turned me into exactly what he liked best. Then Sofia Russo, the woman he'd never gotten over, came home. He walked out of a meeting with his men to pick her up at the airport. I followed him there and saw