Married Off To The Dying Don Novels & Stories

Overnight, Lux went from being a kidnapping survivor to the unstable, obsessive, jealous madwoman everyone whispered about. Meanwhile, Lorenzo and Bianca were effortlessly recast as the innocent victims, unfairly harassed and slandered by her. Sometimes, conversations from passing visitors drifted through the hallway outside her room. "I heard Donna Antara lost her mind and started accusing her own sister." "The Don really has terrible luck. His wife survived and came back alive, only to lose her sanity. And now Miss Bianca lost the baby too." "But he's still willing to stay by her side and take care of her. Lorenzo really is devoted."

I'm reborn just as Jasmine Maynard asks for a divorce for the 108th time. Her weary voice rings in my ears. "There's nothing between us anymore, Noah Hardin. Dragging this on will just exhaust the both of us." In my past life, I had stubbornly refused to let her go and divorce her because I still wanted to be her husband. But then she got pregnant with someone else's baby, and I made a huge fuss about it, which caused her to lock me up in a psychiatric hospital. She only came to see me once right before I died. She said, "If I knew how obsessive you'd turn out to be, I would never have married you in the first place." So, in this lifetime, I realize that my obsession with her doesn't ma

The night before our engagement party, I took two bullets for Don Luca Marchetti and ended up in the hospital. But instead of canceling the party, he went ahead with the ceremony—with another woman. Everyone on the East Coast expected me to lose it. That day, I fought through the pain in my back, slipped into a red dress, and walked into the party. The moment Luca saw me, he pulled his fiancée, Ivy Palmer, behind him. I knew that worried look. I'd worn it countless times whenever I thought he might get hurt. Then, out of nowhere, lines of floating text appeared before my eyes and began scrolling past. "Don't believe it, sweetie! Luca's only pretending he doesn't love you! He's trying to keep

I'd been married to Lucas, the Don of the Mitchell family—the biggest crime syndicate in the country—for six years when I found out he'd given my own daughter to his savior to raise. I was about to confront him when he beat me to it, asking for a divorce. His savior didn't have much time left. Her dying wish was to become his Donna. "She ended up like this because she saved me. Her last wish is just to be my Donna. You understand, don't you?" "Don't worry. You'll always be my only Donna. Once this is over, we'll remarry right away." I'd lost count of how many times he'd sacrificed me for her. So I nodded calmly and signed the divorce papers. Seven years of love. Nine hundred and ninety-nine

"You... you think if you rile me to death, you get to be Donna? This family will never take a rebellious, reckless thing like you..." As he spoke, he crumpled onto the couch in pain. I raised an eyebrow and called the guards in to take him to the hospital. He had no idea. Marrying Adrian didn't matter to me at all. What I wanted was simple. I just wanted to make everyone else miserable too. That's all. Later I heard the old Don had a heart attack that triggered a brain hemorrhage. They saved his life, but he was left completely paralyzed, unable even to speak.

Three years ago, on our wedding night, I walked in on my ex-husband, Filippo, tangled up with his friend Teresa in our marriage bed. Just because Teresa said she was scared, Filippo threw me out of the villa and left me to walk alone through the pitch-dark night for hours. By the next day, the rumor that I'd sold out family secrets had spread through every street in Naples. I became the traitor who'd betrayed the Naples Mafia, and one rainy night, I was driven out of the city. Three years later, after marrying Rafael Vitale, the new Don of the Sicilian Mafia, I returned to Naples to take back the estate my father left me. I never imagined the estate that was mine alone would be used for

My husband, Bastian Howard, had finally taken his seat as the Don. But the woman he married and brought into the Howard estate was my "sister"—the fake heiress, Moriah. As for me, the wife who actually signed the marriage pact with him? I was stashed away in a separate apartment. I went from the Don's wife to a dirty little secret. Worse, when Moriah framed me for poisoning her, Bastian snatched away my adoptive mother's heirloom without a second thought. When Moriah and I were both kidnapped, he chose her without hesitation, leaving me to die. Every single time, he'd tell me, "I'll make it up to you next time." But he didn't know—there wouldn't be a next time. Soon, I'd fake my own death, l

Donnie’s reserved shell was hard to slip through, but once you got to know him, you had a loyal dog at your back. Max didn’t know what to say and Donnie continued. “Not about how she died—you all met her when she was ill—I’m talking about how we first met.” Max shook his head. All he knew was that she was French. He’d met her once briefly, when Donnie joined the team, just over a year ago and by then she was terminally ill. Too weak to stand, connected to IVs…frail and so vulnerable. That horrifying and helpless journey that ultimately led to the loss of Donnie’s wife, scared the hell out of Max.

"Well, he met and married a Korean woman who was tending his injuries. They fell in love and left my Lola to raise her daughter alone. The family doesn't want to discuss him, especially your Lola Vicky." It's no wonder Lola Vicky is bitter toward Tita Diana. She already had set a man for her to marry, and she took that trip to meet Uncle Jacob because her father left his wife and child for another woman. "So, make sure you marry him before he runs off with someone, and you have to raise two kids." "Mum," the shower stops as Don is done showering. "Don will never leave me." "How sure?" The bathroom door opens as Don steps out, letting the steams out as I stare at his glory. His rip-shiny body

They say she is a goddess but she has not recovered her memories nor her powers. “Why would he even love me?” She asked. “Doesn’t a husband usually loves his wife?” Ascalaphus reasoned out. But they are not even officially married yet. Hades and Persephone were married. But Fran and Angelique are not. And besides, does one really loves another because they are married? Or they get married because they love the other? This relationship between Angelique and Fran is just too difficult to manage because they have skipped so many integral steps.