Married To The Don Replaced By His First Love Novels & Stories

"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."

His lips curled into a cruel smile, “Yours.” “I’m not getting married to you! This is wrong! I’m a grown ass woman that has a say in what happens in her life.” I choked out, tears now streaming from my face. He laughed yet again, and it only made my frustration and anger boil, “Actually I’m not your groom. My son is.” What? Who the hell is his son? “It changes nothing. I’m not getting married.” Marco was now standing in front of me, a dangerous glare on his face,“It wasn’t a question, neither a choice for you to make, it’s an order and what you want, doesn’t matter.”

"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."

Everyone in the ballroom immediately straightened, standing at attention as they respectfully greeted the Don. The moment I met those deep, unreadable eyes, mine filled with tears. "Amore…" I whispered weakly. Toby immediately threw his little arms wide. "Papi!" Christopher froze, disbelief filling his eyes. "The Don is your husband?" His gaze dripped with mockery, as if he'd heard the funniest joke in the world. "I guess you really do have mental issues, Isla. Think about it—why would the Don possibly marry a nobody like you?"

The only reason I marry her was because you promised me the seat of Don and the family business. He exhaled, almost wistful. “Now that Ash is gone, this is finally my chance to be with Gianna. I have to take it.” Nicholas hesitated. “And Harper? She just got pregnant.” Her IVF worked,” Then came Gianna’s voice. “Dante had given her a child. That’s more than enough.” If I hadn’t heard it myself, I would’ve thought it was a bad TV script. My husband, the infamous Don of the Moretti family—the man I’d loved for over half a decade—had faked his own death just so he could crawl back to his childhood sweetheart, now his sister in law.

I sneered, "Then I won't marry him. You can do it yourself. That way, Papa and Mama won't have to worry either." Only then did my parents seem to fully process what I had said. They came over to me, wearing righteous expressions and claiming that this was all for my own good. I couldn't help but find it absurd. In both lifetimes, the only instances when my parents treated me with so much warmth were when they were pushing me into a hellish pit. In my previous life, the mafia Don, Carlo Laguardia, specifically stated that the woman he wanted to marry was Jovina. However, she was determined to pursue a love that was hers and wouldn't go through with the marriage no matter the circumstances.

A fortune-teller once told me that in the seventh year of my marriage, my husband would abandon me and fall in love with someone else. Back then, Mario Brasco, still young and hot-headed, kicked the fortune-teller's table over and snapped, "Nonsense! I would never do anything to betray Alessia." Years later, he became the Don whose name alone made others tremble. Yet to me, he was the man who loved me to the bone, who couldn't bear to see even a frown on my face.

“Elena was beautiful. Charming. Kind in a way that made people want to protect her. She was the apple of the Master’s eye, his fiancée. They were supposed to get married.” Maria’s eyes grew distant for a moment. “Something happened to her. Something so dreadful that no one speaks of the details, not even the closest men. But after she was gone… the Don changed. He became harder, more controlling. Then he swore he would never lose anyone again the way he lost her.” She looked at me meaningfully. “All of these happened five years ago. You are the first woman he has brought into this house since then. The first he has claimed so openly. The first that’s carrying his child.”

"And more importantly, did Don Retroferd know? Because if he did, that is the most extraordinary show of trust I have ever seen between a man and his wife. And if he didn't…." "Then somebody is having a very interesting conversation tonight." “You are calling her his wife with so much certainty…Wasn't it just a rumor started by a blog and didn't Miss Martinez, Don Maxton's fiancee publicly declared it to be false news?” the other commentator asked. “I was just assuming…I mean it is not such a big deal” the first one said with a nonchalant voice. “You should be careful…considering the fact that Don Maxton is here” the other advised and they both immediately became silent after being signalled

What is wrong with Mom? "Where is my mom? What have you done with her?" She rolled her eyes. "He bought the company for his wife. What does that say to you?" I folded my arms on my chest and slumped on the chair. I don't know why Mom is saying these things, but I'm done listening to them. Overall, I'm done with this Marco drama. Since he has moved on, I should too. And the first thing I need to do is to stay away from him.