Married To The Don Replaced By His First Love นิยาย & เรื่องราว

They were curious about what was going on between them. “Bella, what’s your relationship with the Don? He seems to adore you.” “So, the rumors are true. The Don never took an interest in women before because he already has one.” “Looks like she’s the future Mrs. Wade. We’d better stay on her good side.” My parents stood proudly in the center of the crowd, beaming with pride at their younger daughter. They used to brag about me being the Don's wife until Gideon publicly warned them to keep their mouths shut. After that humiliation, they started resenting me more and more.

He's waiting for you to come to your senses. "I know he is," I said flatly. Five years. Even the love faded, I knew his pride, his anger, his patterns. "But I'm not going back." A year ago, he loved me fiercely. We were planning our future. Then the Rossis came. They didn't just bring home a forgotten son—they revealed him as the true heir, the next Don, who was already promised to a flawless mafia princess from the rival Costello family. Still, he fought them. He endured three days of their brutal regime—a test meant to break him—just to secure their permission to marry me.

she returned the kit and tilted her head, “rest well, Valentina.” And immediately I was all alone. Every scene from yesterday flashed in my eyes immediately. Camila escaped, leaving me. Dad used me as a collateral and here I was married to a Don that didn't even care enough to introduce me to the house. What was I even saying? Did I expect that from a mafia Don? A bitter laugh left me as I adjusted on the bed. Why did Nikolai marry me? What was I about to be used for? To give him heirs? Or something worse?

After I recovered, he confessed to me, blushing, that it was love at first sight. My father looked down on his background. However, because I loved him, I hid my identity and married him. For six years, I stood by his side. I bled for him. I took blades for him. I used my family's power to eliminate his enemies and pushed him, step by step, into the position of Don. The man who was ruthless to others would restrain all his violence in front of me and treat me like something precious. I once casually said I liked limited-edition dolls. The next day, he acquired the company and built a private production line for me.

I suddenly remembered something from a few years ago. We were at a meeting with some old-school Don. "A Don's wife should be accommodating. It's normal for a man of his stature to have a mistress," the fat man with the gold chains had said. "Women need to know when to look the other way. Harmony in the family is what's important." I remember Blair's face turning to stone. He shot to his feet and slammed his whiskey glass on the floor. It shattered.

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.

After I gave myself the last dose of painkiller, I stood outside the hotel all afternoon in the vintage couture gown Lucian had chosen for me himself. The black Bentley motorcade that was supposed to come for the bride never arrived. What I heard instead was the chatter of people passing by. "Did you hear? The youngest Don in New York is getting married. He and the bride have been together ten years." That stopped me, because Lucian and I had only been together seven. "They say he bought a blue diamond, the only one of its kind in the world, just to set it in her ring. He's proposing at the church today." The moment I pushed open the church doors, Lucian looked straight at me. "Cassie, I kne

They believed that an outsider whom the Rossi family had elevated could never be worthy of their only daughter. However, Isabella knelt before them with red-rimmed eyes and said that she would marry no one but Enzo in this lifetime. If they wanted to drive him away, then she would leave the Rossi family with him. That day, Enzo also knelt beside her and swore an oath before Riccardo and Elvia. He said that within ten years, he would establish his own family and rise to the position of a Don whom no one could look down upon. He said he loved Isabella more than his own life. He said he would never do her wrong.

She had no idea that, for the first time since he had wed her, her husband was finding it difficult not to look at her. Immediately after dessert was served and a few of the guests rose to drift to eh dance floor, Donatello clamped his large hand on Maris’ slim wrist. “We are going for a walk, wife,” he gritted between clenched teeth. Maria. I looked up at him worriedly. Wearing the new guns had not been a great idea, I thought, biting my lip and rising. Donatello seemed to be furious. He guided me out, cold-shouldering the people who tried to stop us. Someone had put on music, and a few older couples had drifted to the makeshift dance floor to dance sedately.

Well I agreed to the friendship idea and that was the beginning of our beautiful journey. Ofcourse we started going out every weekend, to dance and listen to music and infact, it was all good and exciting. I had now given up on the team in office because I really needed time to get to know him better. Never could I have imagined that , it was a road to a beautiful journey in our lives. This man was called Don. Don was in his mid thirties and a handsome, soft, humble and gentle man. Don had good eyes which when he looked in my eyes, we could lock into each other and I felt being carried away by his love. Just imagining him even now makes my heart skip bits. Infact, it turns me on. He was