Married Off To The Dying Don Novels & Stories

Lorena exclaims happily to her man "I'm also very happy to marry you" He sighs, he's not totally happy, the only woman he was happy to marry was Sara, he was still suffering from her absence, although Lorena had made him believe all this time that the treatment to overcome her death had taken effect, in his heart something told him that she wasn't dead, but he had no way of believing in a miracle, he himself saw the corpses of Sarah and her dojos children totally burned.

My knees ached from kneeling on the cold ground for so long, but the pain was nothing compared to the emptiness his sudden death had left in my heart. As I closed my eyes and ran my fingers lightly over his tomb, a part of me clung to the impossible hope that he would respond—that he would reach out, just as he always did, and gently pull me into his arms, lulling me to sleep like before. But the silence was deafening, and the cold stone beneath my touch only reminded me of the cruel reality—Lorenzo Russo—my husband, the powerful mafia don whose double life I barely understood—is gone. I felt someone gently pulling me by the shoulder. But, I remain rooted in my spot.

When this man completed his fifteen strokes, I had a hundred and forty six more strokes to go, if I got my calculations right. Salvatore was nothing but a monster. This was nothing but pure hell. All I had to do was be the wife of a Godfather. Maybe I shouldn't have married Don in the first place. But I loved him. We loved each other and couldn't imagine a life without the other person.

Our words were getting more colourful the more we talked, and we forgot about the woman who can snap our necks in a second if she wished to. "Low class really? That's all you could come up with, Sweetie? listen here, at this moment I doubt you could have an erection at all, otherwise why would I be here as your wife?" Okay, that time I really pushed his buttons, and I could see my name written on a tombstone. 'Here lies Sophia Kathlyn Stademan, married for an hour, and died in the hands of her husband.' Is it too long? I think so but at this moment I swear that's what I imagined.

Now that she had lost both his love and their child shattered her, it sent her spiraling into madness. After Leander fell, Dinah plunged the knife into her own chest, dying beside him. With her last breath, she grasped his hand and whispered, "Now we'll be together. Forever." Following that incident, the Beaumont family's power began to unravel. But they had no time to mourn the loss of their territory—what troubled them more was the absence of a don to carry on their legacy. Then Ryan crossed their minds. Marcella and the Beaumont underboss tried to visit us repeatedly—they were determined to take Ryan and mold him into their next don.

"I'm not buying whatever story you're selling, Charlotte. Even if the whole world was against us, I wouldn't divorce him." Her smile widened, and something predatory flickered in her eyes. "I heard you two had a loveless arranged marriage. It's only a matter of time before it gets dissolved anyway." "You don't know anything about our marriage." "Don't I?" She leaned forward, her voice dropping to a whisper. "The only reason you're still together is dead now. And since Vin is the new Don, he'll need to marry into another mafia family to consolidate power. It's how these things have always worked."

He had never regretted his chaotic life, not until Mary, the child born of his love with his only lawful wife, was believed to have died at sea. Regret gnawed away at his life, little by little. How fortunate it was that the child was still alive. “Mary… please… forgive me…” He exhaled softly. His eyes gradually grew calm as he accepted the end of his life. “I want… to be with your mother…” A brilliant light flickered in Lord Don’s tranquil eyes as he turned toward another world, one where the woman he loved was waiting for him. The rain had stopped falling. And Mary Salvaria officially became the new Don of the Salvaria family.

“Good. But there's one rule; no questions.” I nod. Marrying a man rumoured to be anything but a human may be much better than spending the rest of my life among lunatics in a human-sized cage. What may lie in wait? Either victory, romance, or insanity…

she said, the Don was thoughtful for a while as he looking at her as if he could see her very soul. “Doctor, you can leave us alone" the Don said, the Doctor quickly excused himself and left the cell. The Don took a sit on the empty chair Grace had been tied on early. He looked at his daughter for long mintues before he eventually let out a sign “What kind of hoe are you?" He asked in a sharp voice, “the kind you gave birth to" Dora let out a laugh. “Ryan is my husband and I don't see any sin to get pregnant for my husband" she freakly told him. The Don shook his head with a click of his tougue

At three in the morning, he signed a postnuptial agreement in the parlor—one that stated he would be left with nothing if we divorced. He didn't even read it carefully. He just flipped to the last page, scrawled his signature, and threw the pen on the table. "Give me one more chance. If I betray you again, all of the Corleone family assets go to you. I'll leave with nothing." I thought of my mother's dying wish—she wanted me to escape the shadow of the mafia completely, win a prestigious award, and live a normal life. For that fragile hope, I locked the agreement in the safe and gave him a second chance.