روايات وقصص ضمن Married To The Don Replaced By His First Love

“I just lost the love of my life too—only in my case, she married someone else.” Lissa looked at him, her eyes softening with understanding. Donald continued, the words tumbling out as if saying them aloud might lighten the burden on his heart. “It was supposed to be temporary. We had a plan: she’d marry him for the sake of her family, and after some time, she’d divorce him and come back to me. But things didn’t go as planned.” His voice dropped to a whisper. “Now, she’s in love with him—and carrying his baby. She’s not coming back.”

My father died. He left me a contract. A marriage to the Donovans. The Chicago Outfit. He wanted the future Don to protect me. The whole family's power, wrapped around me for life. But on my wedding day to the eldest, Finn… he ran. Took my family housekeeper's daughter with him. His brother, Cillian Donovan, stepped up. He married me instead. Wedding night. I was in the music room. Alone. Playing the cello. A sad song for my father. Cillian kicked the door open. His eyes were bloodshot. Pure jealousy. A sneer on his face. “Does marrying me instead of Finn really hurt you this much?” For the next five years, he brought women home. Different ones. Kissing them in my rose garden. Fucking them i

“Fucking bullshit! I gave my life to this empire. We aren’t running a monarchy here. Fair and square, I should’ve been made Don, and to think this is the only possible way to make you recognize that. I did every possible thing I could to prove myself to you, yet you kept letting me down, over and over again!” “You are insane,” she said, her vein bulging from anger. She had regarded him, and even if she couldn’t make him Don, she had made him the consigliere of the mafia empire. She had sorted his opinions in most matters, and as for falling in love with him again, she didn’t like him that way. She couldn’t force herself to love him, could she? “And even when you finally agreed to marry me, I

He leaned on the table between us and moved his hands across it before taking my hands in his, caressing them. "Baby, I know. But it shouldn't be hard to do that, right? I know what you are capable of, only that you've been a good follower of the law all your life. Now it's time to go on the other side of the law" He says like he was explaining why humans should eat and not about breaking the law. But then again, why am I surprised? My husband is a Mafia Don and me marrying him shouldn't be a lawful matter. "Okay then" I squeezed his hands in response.

I say. "You may be right, but still, it has nothing to do with us. Right now, we have to concentrate on finding somebody willing to marry you after your performance tonight. I do not believe that any honest Don would want a Donna who faints at the sight of blood. All you have to do is get married so that we can keep the family together. We will do a prenup and ensure that the family will come back to us if you get divorced. They said nothing about getting a divorce. You only have to stay married to the Don for a while," My father says.

How could I feel nothing as life and death separated us? “Marco, this time, it really is goodbye.” With the Don dead, chaos erupted around the room. I reached into Marco’s jacket, took the key, unlocked my handcuffs, and walked out without looking back. Now, I was truly free, and I would live my life, just like I had promised. I returned to the research base and never remarried. Love was a riddle with no solution. I had seen it myself. For the rest of my life, there would only be science and the distant horizons waiting ahead.

“So I think it’s time we all got reacquainted.” I walked over to Marco. The man who once broke my heart now looked so small. “Marco, by the rules of the family, I’m your aunt now.” My voice was soft. “Shouldn’t you say hello?” Marco’s lips trembled, sweat beading on his forehead. Isabella finally snapped out of it, rushing to grab Marco’s arm. “No! It’s not possible! How could she be Don Dante’s woman? She’s just a bastard!” “Miss Isabella.” Vincent’s voice cut through her. “Watch your mouth. What did you just say?”

A streak of blood still clung to the corner of his mouth. As he dragged himself up from the wreckage of the champagne tower, his eyes were wide as he took in the scene. His brain couldn't make sense of what was happening. "Marco, what are you…" Michele stammered, "I-Isn't she Isabella? Why are you kneeling to her?" Marco didn't respond. He couldn't answer because he knew, better than anyone, who I was. I was his father Antonio Colombo's new wife. I was the Don's woman, the current Donna of the Colombo family.

In that moment, the last of the New York fog finally lifted. The wedding was held at a private estate in Sicily, surrounded by fields of white lilies and the salt-heavy breeze of the Mediterranean. On the day of the ceremony, Damian—who had been ghosting the perimeter for weeks—suddenly crashed the gates. He was a skeleton of a man. His cheap linen shirt was torn and disheveled, and his eyes were wide with a frantic, jagged despair. "Elena! You can't marry him... I know what I did! Please, just one more chance!" He tried to lung for the altar, but Cyril’s soldiers intercepted him yards away, pinning him down.

In my last life, I married the gentle tech mogul and my sister married the ruthless Mafia Don. Both our marriages were disasters. Reborn the day before the weddings, I decided we were swapping husbands. My mother caught me at the airport, right before the private jet took off. She pointed a finger at me, furious. "Are you out of your mind?! Who gave you the right to make a decision like this? You had a perfect match with a tech mogul, and you're throwing it away for that… that fucking gangster?"