Married Off To The Dying Don Novels & Stories

“You will be my wife today, even if it kills you.” A chill ran through me. It already had, I thought to myself. I was supposed to be dead. I should have been dead, but somehow, I was here—back in the moment that sealed my fate. His fingers tightened, sending a wave of cold sweat across my skin. “No one else would want a hybrid bitch like you, so be grateful.” “If I’m just a hybrid bitch,” I managed, forcing my voice steady, “why marry me? I know it’s Diane you really want.”

"I'm offering you survival. A way to live past the next sixty hours. I will never hurt you. This marriage will be for protection only. You'll be safe." Marry Ocean Moretti or die. Those are my choices. "This is fucking insane!" Ethan is pacing. "You can't marry my ex-wife!" "She's only your ex-wife because you threw her away." Ocean's voice turns to ice. "You filed for divorce to have her killed. So yes, I'm going to marry her." He looks back at me. His expression softens. "I need an answer, Lola. We're running out of time. Will you marry me?"

“What Don doesn’t have a string of mistresses? I only made the mistake any ordinary man makes.” “Right, Isa? Otherwise, why would I have brought in the medical team?” “It’s all Benita’s fault, that bitch! Yes, it’s all her. Where is she? I’ll kill her.” He spoke in a rush, like a house leaking from every seam. I gave a cold laugh. “Grandpa was the Don once too. Grandpa only ever loved Grandma.” It was as if my words had lodged in his throat. His eyes rolled back, and he couldn’t breathe.

But Mr Giovanni did not even look her way and somehow that terrified everyone more. "Who exactly is dead" Mr Giovanni asked to confirm "your wife sir...she died to save the child and she gave her last words that I deliver to you personally sir" Mr D said looking at Mr Giovanni. The doctor's voice cracked halfway but Giovanni simply stared at him quietly and for a brief second even the mighty Don himself seemed disconnected from reality as though his mind refused to process the information properly. His wife dead? The woman who had stood beside him through bloodshed, betrayal and war?

"Say one more word, and I'll throw you into the ocean to feed the fish!" … When I packed my things and moved out of the house I shared with Teyana, she clutched my hand desperately, refusing to let go. "I'm married now. Let go!" "What?" "You remember Erika Hough, right? We're married." She stared at me in disbelief. "That coma patient? You'd rather marry someone in a coma than be with me?" "Even if she dies, I'll still spend the rest of my life devoted to her." "Do… Do you really mean that?"

"There's one more thing the Don neglected to mention. The procedure wasn't done under anesthesia. I heard it from the doctor directly. She woke up during it, passed out from the pain, then woke up again. That's how the whole thing went." Dante stood very still. This woman, the one he'd promised to protect for the rest of his life, had been inside this estate being put through something inhuman. And he'd done nothing. He'd been the one who handed her over. When he went to her with a ring, he thought he could give her the life she'd always wanted. He had no idea he'd become the person who drove her straight to hell. Could he ask for her forgiveness? On the other side of the world, I landed on

My fiancé, who had been dead for five years, unexpectedly came back to life. Not only did he return with a delicate-looking woman, but he also wanted me to give up my position as his wife willingly. “Cecilia sacrificed her virginity to save me. I’ve already promised to marry her. If you sign the divorce papers quietly, I’ll let you continue living in the manor.” I spoke calmly, my tone completely unruffled. “Actually, I’m already married to someone else.”

To the Moretti family, I'm nothing more than the Don's trophy wife of five years. Five years into our marriage, I found a used condom in his study. We were trying for a baby, so we never kept condoms in the house. I was still staring at it when Alessandro Moretti walked up behind me. "Olivia, Daisy is back in the country. We slept together last night." Daisy Ward was his first love. On her first night back, Alessandro had brought her straight into our home. He picked up the condom and tossed it back into the trash. "I promised Daisy I'd marry her in three days." I turned to him in shock. "So you want a divorce?" He answered without hesitation, "Olivia, I'm not leaving you. I just want to mak

I blinked, struggling to reconcile this wreck of a man with the Brian I once knew. He'd lost so much weight. His cheekbones jutted out sharply, and his carefully styled hair hung in tangled strands across his forehead. He looked hollowed out, like something vital had been scooped from his chest, leaving only an empty shell behind. "Brian." My voice came out calm, so calm it surprised me. "What are you doing here? Who I marry has nothing to do with you." He lurched forward, a desperate, unsteady step. "Nothing to do with me? You were my fiancée. I was going to spend my life with you—"

Raffaele Moretti, the Mafia Don, once made me a promise. If I proposed to him fifty-one times on livestream for the whole world to see, he would show up for the fifty-second and finally make our relationship public. But when the night of my fifty-second proposal came, Raffaele was in the Maldives with his childhood sweetheart, Gianna. He bought her an entire yacht just to put a smile back on her face. I became the laughingstock of the internet. Later, he sent me an apologetic message. “Gianna was upset. I only went with her because she needed a change of scenery. That's why I missed it. Don't read too much into this.” “I'll say yes when you propose for the fifty-third time. Then you'll be my