Married Off To The Dying Don Novels & Stories

I tapped on the door, and Drew’s blond head popped up. “Hey, Nate,” he said as he started to smile, then frowned. “Is everything okay?” I shook my head and leaned on the door frame. “No.” “What’s going on?” I let out a harsh sigh as I fell into the chair in front of his desk. “Vincent Marconi is dead and his organization is crumbling. Adam is in jail. Life should be rainbows and fucking sunshine, but my marriage is blowing up.” His brow scrunched up. “Wait…what? You should be kicking back and enjoying life after everything you’ve been through.”

I had called Don and as expected he was not happy with my decision. “I did not know that it would go on for so long.” I told him miserably. “The first time they said he was dying and how could I refuse to go then? And then the specialist said he would be in danger if he had a big shock and finding out that we were no longer together could be a shock to him, So what else I could do but play along?” “Carmen you wanted to go on seeing him that is why you went to Milan, you've never got over him have you? And the moment he crawled back into your life, like a fool you let him use you the way he did before." Don stated the facts.

Dona’s don’t kill themselves, they fight till their last breath. “If you wanted to die so badly, you should have done so at your father’s house before getting married to me. But what type of husband would I be if I didn’t give my wife what she so desperately wants.” he snarled, aiming the pistol at me. My heart sank, I was trapped...

Once she and Zach got married, she secretly planned to send Madelyn overseas. Yvonne sidled up to Madelyn, lowering her voice to say, "Ethan never really planned on marrying Donna, you know." "He'd made up his mind before you left. If you weren't okay with the kid, he was going to give the child back to Donna and ask her to move out of the Arnold residence. He'd find someone else to raise the child," Yvonne confided quietly. She continued, "Remember that news about Ethan getting married two years ago? All a sham. He did the interview to put on a show because Donna was threatening the child's life. And here's something I haven't told you yet: Donna died in that accident two years ago."

For me, it represented the actualization of every dream I’d ever had— the option to marry for love. I took him up on his offer without giving it much thought—anything to get away from the old man I’d ted myself to. When my husband died a few weeks later from an ‘unknown’ cause as the doctor’s described it, the strange helper approached me again to remind me of my own end of the deal. How he’d gotten my husband out of the way remained a mystery to me but it didn’t matter. It was all part of the plan.

“Don’t get too comfortable… you’ve got her brainwashed! She loves me! We have history!” Marcello let out a soft chuckle, the sound dripping with contempt for an insect. He wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me into his embrace, and leaned down to press a possessive kiss to my forehead. “But you’re out of the game.” “Raphael Russo, you’re a toad groveling at my wife’s feet. It’s pathetic.” The crowd of onlookers and gallery staff let out a ripple of quiet laughter. 【Damn! So satisfying! The Don doesn't even need to swear to destroy someone!】

The gentle look in his eyes as he spoke was particularly jarring to me, and I could only stare at him in a daze. It seemed like after two years, Isabella Rossi had finally gotten her wish. Tomorrow, the murderer who had killed my child and me would officially become the Don's wife in a glorious wedding ceremony. She would be the new Donna. Even though I had died long ago, I still felt a chilling cold that seeped deep inside of me, as though I still had a body and bones. Matteo focused his attention back on the body that had been laid on the ground, coldly ordering his men to cut it open.

I walked to the coffin and slowly knelt down. Under everyone's gaze, I kissed the edge of the coffin. "Sophia, if you're really in heaven, please visit me in my dreams." "Tell me if you're doing well." My voice was broken like a child's. Whispers spread through the crowd. "Look, the Don loves the Donna to the bone..." "Never seen him like this before..." "Such a devoted man..." I smiled bitterly. Devoted? No, I was a bastard. If I really loved her, I shouldn't have coveted Isabella's excitement.

Enzo De Luca and I had loved each other for ten years. My family used its ports to make him underboss. Everyone assumed that when he took over the De Luca family, I would become his wife. But after Marco Rizzo, one of Enzo's capos, took a bullet for him, Enzo moved the daughter of the man who had saved his life, Bianca Rizzo, into the estate as his private secretary and postponed signing our marriage contract nine times in a row. Ninety-nine days after the first postponement, I received not a marriage contract, but an alliance dissolution agreement. Bianca wept that she had simply chosen the wrong template. Enzo still defended her. "Her father died for me. If you want to marry me, handle the

" I took out my infertility report and held it out to him. He braced his hands on the wheelchair arms and tried to stand before taking the report with trembling fingers. "No... Leah, that can't be true." He reached for my hand but could not reach it. "There has to be a way. Even if there isn't, it doesn't matter. We can adopt. You are the only person I have ever wanted! I love you!" "No, Scott." As I watched his tears, my emotions slowly went still. "Don't you understand? I cannot forgive you. Forgiving you would mean betraying my children." I wiped the tears from my face.