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Between labored breaths, he promised over and over, "Serena, once I become the Don, the first thing I'll do is marry you." Now that he was the Don, the first thing he did was erase me from his life. I wasn't naive anymore. I wouldn't waste myself on someone unworthy. My phone buzzed again, but this time, it wasn't another message from Giovanni. "The engagement still stands. Welcome home, my Donna." Seeing that, I deleted every photo and chat history with Giovanni. I picked up the suitcase I had already packed and held the keys in my hand. By the time I opened the door, the rain had stopped.

"Don't say things like that. You're the one I'm marrying. You're my Donna." The comments hit a fever pitch. [sugar overload warning!] [incoming! the villainess is about to use the baby to force a wedding!] [lmao! the lead loves the heroine, he's not about to coddle some side character!] Once the shock wore off, I pulled myself together. So much for getting Orlando back. That road was a dead end. Fine, Orlando. You were the one forcing my hand. If we couldn't talk feelings, then we would talk money.

"I didn't mean to postpone it. It was Daisy—she manipulated everything. I saw the footage, Elena. I saw it. She pushed you into that champagne tower. She framed you. I threw her out. I swear to you, she's gone. I'll never let anyone come between us again. Please, just give me another chance. We can start over—" "Stop." I raised my hand, cutting him off mid-plea. "I don't want to hear your excuses. I don't care what happened to Daisy. I don't care what you've done since I left. Just go. Please. Walk out that door and don't come back." "No." His voice broke, but there was steel beneath the fracture. "I won't. I won't let you marry someone else. You're mine, Elena. You've always been mine."

I held him through the night terrors, wiped the blood from his hands, sat with him in silence when the world felt like it was closing in. With me by his side, Luca crawled out of hell. His voice came back rough, gravelly, permanently scarred. And it took him only one year to hunt down every traitor in the family, to take his rightful place as Don of the Vitali Family, the unchallenged Capo dei Capi of the Sicilian underworld. I was the one he kissed, touched, loved in the dead of night, when the world outside didn’t exist. But never in my worst nightmares did I imagine that the first thing he’d do, once he held all the power, was sign a legally binding marriage contract with the woman who’d

On my 28th birthday, Carl Thorne asked me to meet him at the Moon Goddess statue. He specifically told me to wear a wedding dress and said he was finally going to keep his promise and mark me. But when I arrived in my wedding dress, its train trailing behind me, he turned to the crowd and laughed. "See? I don't even have to mark her. One word from me, and she'll come running. I win. The hunting grounds are mine." Then he raised an eyebrow at me. "Vera, I was only joking. The pack still sees you as their Luna, mark or no mark." When I remained silent, Carl grinned. "If you're so desperate to be marked, why not pick someone here?" The crowd burst out laughing. Everyone knew I was Carl's fated

The night Luca Caruso became the most powerful Don, he slid a diamond ring onto my finger in front of the heads of the five major mafia families. "You'll be my only wife, Elena. No woman will ever take your place." I believed every word. I was the daughter of his strongest ally, and the woman who'd helped make him Don. For six years, I stood beside him through gunfights, betrayals, and assassination attempts. I even lost our first baby. The whole underworld envied me. They said Luca was cold to the rest of the world, but he would always give in to his wife. That lasted until the day before Luca's birthday, when I slipped away to Tuscany to surprise him. At the villa, I found Luca. He was sup

My younger sister, Arianna Valenti, is engaged to Dario Lancieri, heir of the Lancieri family. But after drinking a glass of spiked champagne, I end up sleeping with Dario. To preserve the alliance between our families, my Madre decides that I will marry Dario in Arianna's place. I marry the man Arianna loves, while she is sent away to marry the gravely ill elderly Don of the Bellini family as part of a political alliance. On her wedding day, Arianna is ambushed and killed by a rival faction. From that moment on, Dario hates me with all his heart. Our marriage lasts for more than 20 years, filled with nothing but indifference and humiliation. On the day I finally succumb to my illnes

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

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

This was his reason for being so obsessed with marrying her; she reminded him so much of his wife who had died of cancer 5 years prior and who he still missed terribly, and he was adamantly convinced that she had come back to him in the form of Mercedes, and so, he was hellbent on marrying her 'again' - in his mind. He was still reminiscing when a car sped through the gates and a few moments later, Sensi's voice began to be heard in the compound. "Where is he? That fuckin selfish old man! Where the fuck is he!!" Sensi had never shown The Don any respect, because Sensi hated everything about the Don - his motives, his decisions, his selfishness. Don Fabrizio sat still, knowing that it would o