Married Off To The Dying Don Novels & Stories

He leaned on the table between us and moved his hands across it before taking my hands in his, caressing them. "Baby, I know. But it shouldn't be hard to do that, right? I know what you are capable of, only that you've been a good follower of the law all your life. Now it's time to go on the other side of the law" He says like he was explaining why humans should eat and not about breaking the law. But then again, why am I surprised? My husband is a Mafia Don and me marrying him shouldn't be a lawful matter. "Okay then" I squeezed his hands in response.

Everyone in the ballroom immediately straightened, standing at attention as they respectfully greeted the Don. The moment I met those deep, unreadable eyes, mine filled with tears. "Amore…" I whispered weakly. Toby immediately threw his little arms wide. "Papi!" Christopher froze, disbelief filling his eyes. "The Don is your husband?" His gaze dripped with mockery, as if he'd heard the funniest joke in the world. "I guess you really do have mental issues, Isla. Think about it—why would the Don possibly marry a nobody like you?"

“I knew you still cared! I made a mistake, Marcella, I know. I destroyed our child. For two years, I’ve lived like a dog… I dodged every man sent to kill me, I snuck back just to see you…” “Silence.” I stood ten feet away, my brow furrowed in disgust. “Let me correct you, Enzo. First, I have no child. Second, our marriage has been void for two years.” He froze, the chasm between us finally breaking him. “But Eliana is dead!” he suddenly shrieked. “You’re all I have left, Marcella! Please, let me come back… even just as a common soldier…” He was begging. The once-mighty Don, groveling for scraps like a dog.

"Unstable. Knock him out. Let him sleep it off for a few days." "Yes, Donna." *** Leon was out cold for three straight days. When he finally came to, the room was empty. "Anna?" he rasped. Silence. Panic hit fast. He stumbled out, grabbing every soldato in sight. "Where's Anna? Where's my wife?!" One finally answered, backing up from his glare. "Donna Ferrante—no, Donna COSTA... she—she married the Costa Don. Wedding was half an hour ago. St. Mark's Cathedral. They're probably exchanging rings now..."

He even climbed the fire escape to the west wing one night, banging on my window, begging me to let him in. Elijah's security guards dragged him away, but he fought them, screaming my name, until they had to restrain him. The papers had a field day. The Don of the Capelli family, reduced to a lovesick fool, camped outside his rival's penthouse. The headlines were brutal. "CAPELLI LOSES HIS MIND OVER EX-WIFE." "THE FALL OF A DON." His capos begged him to stop. "Don Capelli, you're destroying the family," Tony said, finding him sitting in his car in the rain, staring up at my window.

Someday we'd have the best car money could buy. He said yes. Whatever car. In my name. He built an empire. We married. Three good years. Then I found him in bed with Rosa, his underboss's daughter. I wanted a divorce. I didn't want a cent. The day the papers were signed, he jumped from the third floor. He didn't die. Broke his leg. Lying in a hospital bed, begging me to stay. I was weak. I stayed. I nursed him for six months until he could walk again.

“Word is this one refuses to sign the divorce papers, so the Don was forced to sue her. You should just sign the damn things and save yourself whatever dignity you have left.” I had no idea where they had intercepted these absurd rumors. But the reality hit me instantly. In the eyes of the entire underworld, Dominic had filed for divorce solely because I was a desperate parasite clinging onto a title that didn’t belong to me. “Move,” I said, my voice entirely flat. Instead of stepping aside, their laughter only grew louder and more aggressive. “Still trying to play the high-and-mighty Donna, are we? Look at the pathetic state you’re in.”

There were a few seconds of silence on the other end before he finally said, "I'm busy with work. I don't have time. Just text me after the surgery and let me know how it went." After a pause, he added, "Oh, Avery and I are getting married in a few days. Don't forget to come to the wedding." A sharp pain lanced through my chest, and I hung up immediately. The entire city was buzzing on the day of their union. The wedding was broadcast live on TV, with reporters hailing it as "the wedding of the century." I stared at the invitation in my hand, wanting nothing more than to tear it to pieces. Suddenly, the machines in Sadie's hospital room began beeping incessantly. Sadie was rushed into the IC

I was the Don's woman, the current Donna of the Colombo family. I slowly wiped the blood from my forehead. The wound continued to seep, and the sharp sting only fueled my anger. "Marco," I said, my tone like ice. Marco flinched, slowly raising his head, but he dared not meet my eyes. "I asked you a question." I tilted my head, watching him closely. "Who did you say you're going to divorce?" Marco's face turned ashen. "No… Donna Colombo, I wasn't talking about you…" His voice was barely audible. "I thought you were… Isabella…"

Only death dissolves the marriage. Even though I had committed to leaving, I had thought it would take a lifetime — that I'd be waiting for "death" forever. When I left, the old Don had said to me: "If you ever want to come back, you're always welcome." That had been Dario's instruction, I knew. He'd wanted me to remain his wife in name. And now he was standing in front of me saying he wanted a divorce — without even asking me, as if he was more certain about what I wanted than I was.