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

’ huffed the home wrecker, her long, pink nails clawing at my arms like she was drowning. But Sarah, already recovered, grabbed my arm to halt my attacks so she could throw a real slap on that cakey cheek. ‘You’re the bitch, you bitch!’ She roared with my fury. ‘Didn’t you know that the Don’s already married? This is his wife!’ The woman jerked back with furious eyes. ‘He’s divorced! Said so himself. Besides.’ She gave me a scan and scoffed. ‘Who wants an oil tank when he can have these!’ She pushed up her big tits and they threatened to spill from her low-V.

Now. … As soon as I stepped off the plane, news reports flooded in about Leander abandoning the wedding and leaving Dinah stranded at the altar. "They say Dinah left Leander years ago, and that's why he went abroad. So why would he leave her now, just before the wedding?" someone whispered. Ryan murmured, "Mamma, are they talking about Don Beaumont?" I let out a chuckle, slipping my hand into Ryan's as I led him out of the airport. "It doesn't involve us anymore."

"Do you really believe that love would come in the process?" "I would never love you." Don said it so straight forward like he didn't care about her feelings at all. "This marriage is only a way to help improve the stock of both companies, that's all." He lay more emphasis on the last two words. Tears trembled on the brink of her lashes. "But I love you." She said it so low, it was just above a whisper. Don scoffed. "I've had enough of this drama." Gosh this guy was so heartless, this girl just confessed her love and he can't even try to reject her nicely. "Do you have any thing else to say?"

I gulped when he stared at me, I couldn’t keep up with his glare. “I asked you A QUESTION!” He yelled out and I felt a pang of fear surge and course through my veins. “He married me for love.” I replied because that felt like now. “LOVE?” He scoffed and told a deep puff before tilting his head. “Love?” The other echoed at the back. “This bitch is stupid.” He added as he shook his head. “Chase didn’t marry you for love but yet we know that he doesn’t want to let you go for some reason.” He scoffed as he looked at me.

The black SUV sped through the night, but it felt like a cage. Every time the tires hit a bump, my shoulder brushed against Alessandro’s. He didn't move. He didn't look at me. He sat there like a statue carved from ice, staring straight ahead. "Why are you doing this?" I finally whispered. My voice sounded small and broken in the quiet car. "If you know I’m not Bianca, why did you marry me?" Alessandro didn't answer for a long time. Then, he turned his head slowly. The light from a passing streetlamp hit his eyes, making them look like cold glass.

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.

My husband had a face that could make any woman in the city swoon, and a heart colder than Siberian permafrost. As if sensing something, he looked up at me. My body stiffened, and I instinctively tried to avoid his gaze. Just then, a reporter who didn't know any better rushed to the front, microphone in hand. "Don Marino! Rumor has it your marriage was solely to secure the old Don's inheritance. In two years of marriage, you've almost never appeared in public with the Donna. Tell me, are you happily married?" The question was not on the approved list. The atmosphere froze, and even the band missed a beat.

"At first, I thought that a man like him must already have his heart set on someone else, so there was no way he would agree to the marriage. However, to my surprise, he immediately agreed to the proposal the day right after my family brought it up! I'm sure he must have fallen for me at first sight, just like I did with him!" Luciano Carlotta had once told me that it was love at first sight with me too. He had even vowed that once he became the Don, I would be his one and only Donna. All I had to do was give him three more years. Once he had gathered enough power and influence, no one would be able to stop him from publicly marrying me. Yet, three years had gone by, followed by another thre

One second before the ceremony was set to begin, my groom, Alvin Mercer, suddenly turned and walked out. "Lillian, Hannah's exhibition is falling apart. She's home alone right now and I have to be with her. We'll reschedule the wedding." Hannah Deneuve was the maid's daughter he'd grown up with. I caught him by the cuff. My voice came out flat and cold. "Alvin, this is the sixth time you have called off our wedding for her. If you walk out that door today, you and I are finished." But Alvin flung my hand off. "Enough! We can get married any time. Hannah needs me right now!" He left without looking back, and my heart slowly went cold. The priest clutched his Bible, visibly uncomfortable, and

*** Nonna Rosa received the news with a complicated mixture of grief and grim satisfaction, her weathered hands trembling slightly as Dante recounted the previous night's conversation, careful to include every detail about Renata that Tomas had shared. "I remember her," Nonna Rosa said quietly, something distant and sorrowful entering her voice. "I was young then, newly married into this family, still naive enough to believe love could survive men like your grandfather and father. I remember thinking, even then, that something about her disappearance felt wrong, though I never had the courage to ask the questions I suspected would carry unwelcome answers." *** "You knew," I said carefully.