Romans & histoires Married Off To The Dying Don

Camila and Isabella sat holding each other, they didn't seem to have enough comfort to give out. I stood there numb, watching them crying and mourning Marco. The scene is making me more angry than sad, how can they easily as this lie, this rumor. The man I got married is nothing short of vigilance, he's the Mafia Don for God’s sake. He can't be that careless to die in a mere fire conspiracy, he has dealt with more dangerous attack. Why can't they see it? Why can't they think as I do? They just have to accept that he's dead,

"I don't think he's ever told any of the guys, because they seem to be under the impression he never married, but he told me his wife died when they'd only been married for a couple of months—some rare kidney disease. He knew it was terminal and that she only had a short time, but he still married her. She was his high school sweetheart and first love. He never remarried. Instead, he put all his energy into the gym. He said it was the only thing that kept him going." Bianca brought her hand to her chest. "Oh my God, that's so sad." She actually felt choked up and her eyes began to tear up. Gio smiled. "Don't cry. That was a long time ago. He's over it now. I promise." Bianca wiped a tear awa

"In the marriage law these days, once a statutorily married couple divorce, they can't remarry until one passes away. What I'm trying to say is that he wants you dead so he can comfortably get married to Angela. His pretty little angel. The same woman who was in his office that day." Holly's eyes widen in realization and the horror of her realization. "He wants me dead so he can marry another woman?" "Pretty much." Ford tuts. "So even if we have a peaceful dialogue and all, it's still irreversible." "Peaceful dialogue my ass. Only guns work peacefully for that man. She..." He points at Holly, "will die either way."

I laughed and told him that it is not in my list of things to do presently to get married and he pleads with me, he tells me his enemies are coming for me and the only way to protect me is for them is for me to get married. Now things would have been better if he had asked me to find myself a husband, maybe I would have found some guys that use to hit on me back then in college and strike a deal to pretend to be my husband, because I seriously do not understand how he thinks a man would save me from My enemies. But then he dropped the bombshell. He wants me to get married to one of his notorious gangster friend -Amber Matthew. Amber Mattew was the most dangerous and feared gangsters in the c

He chuckled, he probably thought I was joking, I wasn’t. “We’re family now, and family should move forward. The wedding was… unfortunate. But with Sloane married to you, our deal still stands.” Unfortunately, that’s what he called it. Unfortunately, like bullets flying through my wedding wasn’t deliberate. Like blood on the floor, and people that died were just bad weather. Like his daughter didn't almost get her body pierced by his bullets. I stepped closer, and his smile disappeared. “The deal’s off,” I told him. He blinked.

“Get that away from me. I don't want anything from you.” Tears kept falling, blurring his face—that smug grin, those dark eyes raking over my naked body like I was meat. Cristian sighed, like I was being a stubborn kid. He set the spoon down and leaned back, crossing his arms. “Fine, starve if you want. But while you're at it, let me tell you what's been happening out there. I'm married now. To Marisol. Tied the knot yesterday. Big ceremony, the whole cartel showing up. Andrade was there too, the idiot.”

I tossed the phone back onto her lap and turned my attention to the view outside. “But I still love him.” The words sent a bolt of irritation through me. I turned to her sharply, my voice cold and clipped. “Shut up!” She flinched. “You’re getting married to me in a few minutes. How dare you cry over another man—a weak, broke man at that.” Her eyes locked with mine, glossy with unshed tears, before she quickly looked away, sniffling softly. The limo fell into silence. I finally turned, resting my fist on my temple, already dreading the rest of my days. Killing the Don of the Russian mafia was far easier than having a woman in my life.

"That’s your opinion. But for me, she’s more important than everything else." The old man’s eyes flashed with rage. "You piece of shit." Elder Donato inhaled deeply, forcing himself to calm down. "She’s just an arranged wife," he said coldly. "An arrangement that won’t last. When the time is right, you’ll divorce her—" Marco’s eyes darkened. "I’m not divorcing her. I’m married to her, and we’re sticking together. Till the end." Elder Donato’s expression twisted in disgust. "Fine. Suit yourself. Since you love your wife more than the position I built, I won’t be involved in anything concerning either of you."

He devoted the rest of his life to tearing the world apart for revenge, and eventually, he died trapped in his own sorrow. Not this time. I wouldn’t allow him to repeat that fate. Vincenzo moved without delay. He arranged the wedding for the following day at the same Plaza Hotel Luca had booked. He secured the only high-fashion custom gown of its kind in the world and announced to the entire underworld that the Don was getting married. At the same time, Luca stayed occupied as well. He bought a high-security villa to serve as a love nest for him and Sophia. His brother hadn't even been in the ground forty-eight hours before he moved her inside.

"Diego… Save me… I've been kidnapped, please come back and save me…" Diego sounded like he was panting heavily on the other end of the line, almost like he was running while answering my call. "Carlotta Capuano! Arianna's life is way more important than our wedding! Stop it with your pathetic acting just to make yourself sound pitiful to get our attention!" Then, he hung up on me. The next two hours were like hell for me. The thugs tore off my wedding dress, sliced every inch of my skin open with their sharp knives, and broke all four of my limbs.