Romans & histoires Married Off To The Dying Don

He stared at Jesse, trying to comprehend how his best friend had somehow ended up legally bound to no one else but Donato. “Jesse...” He called out. Jesse sighed, pure frustration bubbling up. “I know.” “Merda,” Diego whispered, the color draining from his face as he realized Jesse wasn't playing. He rubbed a hand aggressively over his face. “How did this even happen? If this is real, do you have any idea what you've done? You didn't just marry some rich guy, Jesse. You married a syndicate boss.” “I know exactly who he is,” Jesse gritted out, scanning the quiet garden. “And lower your voice.”

The day my only brother was cornered in a dockside warehouse by a rival mafia family, I knelt on the carpet of Damian's study and begged him. "Lend me ten men. I only need to hold until dawn, and the men I hired can get up here from the south side." He took a drag on his cigar and scoffed, "Ten men? Do you know how many people have eyes on that shipment on the north side tonight? My men aren't here to wipe up your messes." My knuckles went white where I had hold of the hem of his trousers. My phone screen lit up. A message about my brother taking a bullet, the blood a blurred smear of red. I was about to beg again when I heard him place a call over my head. His voice went soft, the way you'd

Little did I know that was the beginning of problems with Duncan . Duncan looked so pissed off, so bitter, so mad. You are a prostitute he shouted right there in public amidst people at that hotel in a very loud voice. What the hell are you talking about ! I defended my self. I did not even give out my number to the caller, Liar,! he shouted. He shouted. I will not marry a prostitute ! He continued . I was shocked and became so speechless. How could he even say that? He slapped me so hard on my face. Anyways I was not even impressed with the idea of marriage, I thought to myself. All my life I had planned to get married at 28 or after because in my life I knew a young girl who got tire

We were supposed to get married in two days. Two fucking days. I was supposed to walk down the aisle, look into Damian's beautiful eyes, and promise to love him for eternity. Instead, I was dying. I hadn't even made it to the altar. I hadn't gotten to say I love you one last time. "Morgan, let go." The voice returned. "Let go and come to me, my child." No. How could I let go? I didn't want to die. I wanted to marry Damian. I wanted to have his pups.

She asked the question that really bought her here. "Your husband is dead," he announced. Silence hung in the air Instantly, one could hear a pin drop. Candy chuckled shaking her head, her face turned cold again. "Are you so good at cracking jokes?" "Doesn't my presence here explained it all? Your husband is dead. I won Candy and I'm taking everything that is mine." Candy could feel her mind trembling with the thought. She won't fall for this. Diego promised he'll come back especially now that they are going to have a family of their own.

I immediately remembered the power of love that changed Don's life 360°. "Yeah, fortunately." Mom sighed again. "I can't imagine what it would be like if I didn't also have Don's passion for life." "Did he become like that purely because his wife left him?" Mom nodded. "I know how Don fought for his love, he was even willing to die to marry his wife. I can imagine how hard the days he had to live without someone he loved in his life." "How powerful is the power of love." My hand reached for the glass and took a sip of the water in it.

It was only seconds before he replied, "You'll survive here, Donna; that's all you should know." ******* The wedding was a wreck; Maria and Lina were the only ones in the pew. The groom was nowhere to be seen, and when she asked why, the only response she got was enough to get her heart thumping. 'Capo's Dead" She grimaced. She looked at the papers to be signed on the wooden stand, and seeing his signature already on them, anger surged through her. It was all part of the game, being Death's bride. DEATHS BRIDE! He was death, and death wouldn't attend his damn wedding.

He pleaded, "Don't force me to go. Don't talk like that, alright? We're married, Mari. You're sick, so I should be by your side. Let me stay and help you. I'll take you to get treated, alright?" Maria's lips curled into a smile as he felt the coldness in his hands. "Get treated? Richard, I'm dying. I have less than a month left. What are you going to cure me with?" She didn't shake his hands off, but she simply looked at him like she didn't know him at all. "Tell me, what kind of treatment can help a dying person get any better?" Richard's tears instantly rolled down his cheeks. He fell to his knees beside Maria, refusing to let go of her hand.

Vito Rossi used to be my fiancé. Because of some bullshit betrayal charge, he locked me in a moldy dungeon. Hunger. Whip marks. Guards humiliating me. While Vito danced with socialites upstairs in the ballroom, I was curled up in damp straw, trying to count my own ribs just to stay alive—that time taught me one thing for sure: I didn't need him. But I wasn't that orphan begging for his mercy anymore. I was the long-lost daughter of the Hernandez family. I was the wife of Lorenzo—the Don whose name alone made Vito tremble.

"Are you out of your mind?! Who gave you the right to make a decision like this? You had a perfect match with a tech mogul, and you're throwing it away for that… that fucking gangster?" I just rushed onto the plane, leaving her shrinking figure behind on the tarmac. As the plane took off, I stared out the window and made a silent promise to myself: This time, I’m living life on my own damn terms. Last time, my sister Elena was set to marry the Don, Robin Kane, while I married the tech whiz, Julian Vance. Neither of us was happy. Elena was too gentle, too timid for the mob life. And Robin's "childhood friend," Isabella, made her life hell. Elena died from depression.