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

But it was just some pointless email. My stomach twisted. She hadn’t called since that woman arrived. Was she angry? Hurt? Of course she is. Imagine giving your heart to a man who swore you were his forever, only for him to become a Don who can’t even control his own empire. I scoffed, my grip tightening on the phone until my knuckles whitened. What kind of Don am I if I can’t protect my wife, my home? If a bunch of old vultures from the Table of Dons can shove a new wife into my life without my consent?

“You seem to be in the mood to talk to me," "I've always wanted to talk to you, sweet cheeks,” He said. “You were-you were just always all around Don," "You didn't look happy the other day when he- uhh-when he-," He completed her sentence. “Announced your marriage? Yes,” He breathed out. “I wasn't happy about it," "And now?” She asked. “You’re still not happy about it?" "Obviously," Her heart skipped. "Why?" "Because he isn't for you, sweet cheeks,” He sighed. “Look, I know I sound like a betrayer or something, but truth is, I care about you a lot. Don was never trained for love. He won't ever love you. You’ll only get yourself hurt,"

he said slowly, as if he was noting an observation. "She is my wife, a Jameson. Since she married me, her identity as a Vale is no longer important," I snarled. Sophia was married to me, she now belonged to me! As for Marco.....I lowered my head to hide the fierceness in my gaze..they were other ways to deal with him.

He questioned and just as I was about to lean into his touch, the mention of the trip that he lied to me about, spoilt everything. The trip he took to marry a new Bride, the morning he fucked me against the wall, made my regain my senses so I pushed him away with all my might. "Get away from me." I yelled as I clenched my fists. "Stop bothering me, Don Luciano and go to the bride you chose." As those words left my mouth, I could feel my heart tightening in pain as I realized that I had just been allowing these men to use and pass me around. First, it was Lucien who married me to get revenge on his dead wife, then Don Luciano who was obsessed with me and also orchestrated the marriage to his

“Is she alone?” “Do you think she came back for Don?” “No. She ran away from him, didn’t she?” The whispers grew louder, spreading faster than wildfire. And with each whisper, Don’s name surfaced as easily as a dark stain in clear water. Don Cortéz. The man she once married. The man she feared more than she feared her own failures.

I watched El stand strong in front of his brother. You hit me because of her?” Don’s voice came out low and rough. His expression was one of anger and shock mixed together. He touched his lip again, more blood on his fingers. He took one step forward. His chest rose fast. “She’s my bride… my wife!” he shouted. His finger pointed straight at me, but his eyes never left Don. “Not a toy, Don Cana!” The name hung in the Don Cana. His own brother’s name, thrown like a knife. I watched Don’s hand shake a little. The blood dripped from his chin now.

My voice cracked as I kept going, the words pouring out of me. “When you were young, you filled the entire estate with daisies just for her. You turned down every other woman who so much as looked at you, all for her. But with me? It’s always just polite distance, nothing more. If you didn’t love me, why the hell did you marry me? If your heart’s always been with her, why didn’t you just let me go?” He panicked the second he saw the tears streaming down my face. He reached out to wipe them away, but I slapped his hand away hard. His hand hung frozen in mid-air.

It looped photos of us from the past with the caption: Isabella, I was wrong. At the New York premiere, he even used what remained of the Corleone family's connections just to try and see me. When the bodyguards blocked him at the door, he knelt down in front of the entire media corps. The next day, the headlines of every tabloid read: Former Mafia Don Kneels in the Street to Beg Ex-Wife's Forgiveness. I ignored all of it, pouring all my energy into filming my new movie. It was during filming that I met Luca Moretti.

He looked like a man who had already moved on to the next problem. Donato heaved a long sigh. "Ginevra, the deed is done. Jesse is my husband, and a Sindacato never goes back on his word." Ginevra breathed out a short laugh. "Your word?" She stepped closer, her heels clicking against the floor. "Your family. My family. Years of planning. And you throw it away for a boy you barely know?" Donato lowered his hand. His eyes met hers; there was no apology. "Jesse is my husband. Fucking deal with it."

They were just leaving the boutique, flanked by their new mistresses. The moment they recognized me, they deliberately fanned out to block my path. “Well, if it isn’t Donna Cross. We haven’t seen you around lately.” “Haven’t you heard? The Don filed a preemptive divorce suit against her. She isn’t the Donna anymore—the real lady of the house just walked right past us a minute ago.” The men erupted into crude, mocking laughter. “That throne belonged to her sister in the first place anyway.” “Word is this one refuses to sign the divorce papers, so the Don was forced to sue her. You should just sign the damn things and save yourself whatever dignity you have left.”