My Don Wants Two Wives Novels & Stories

"Isabella, do you have any idea how long Lena cried and begged me today to stay by her side?" "You're the only one with the title of Mrs. Corleone. No matter how much I accompany Lena, it's all just for show. Stop being unreasonable, okay? You know you're the one I care about most." According to him, I should be grateful that he chose to spend the night with me. The most basic duty of a husband—Vincent made it sound like some grand favor. My nails dug into my palms as I looked calmly at his irritated expression. "Vincent, I don't want the title of Mrs. Corleone anymore." "Let's get a divorce."

"You said it. And look at those twin heirs, they're just like their father. They only have eyes for Jessy. As for that Mrs. Alessia... hah, she's nothing but window dressing." The whispers of the other wives cut through the jazz music, sharp as daggers in my ears. "Santino and Jessy grew up together. Back in the day, he took on three whole neighborhoods single-handedly just to win her back. The entire Veridian underworld knows that story," one of the top capos said in a low voice to his wife. "He almost put the Donna's ring on her finger right there at his own coronation ceremony." "I see!" his wife giggled, covering her red lips. "The one that got away, I get it. Even if she ran off with a

For a moment he slipped an arm around my waist, clearly about to escort me out, but his phone rang before we could take a step. He answered, listened for a few seconds, and then slowly let go of me. “Take Donna to the hospital,” he instructed one of his men. Then he looked back at me, his tone as steady as if we were discussing a routine business matter. “Elena, I have something to handle. I’ll check on you later.” I stared at him in disbelief. “Victor, I’m your wife. Someone just drugged me, and you’re sending me to the hospital alone?”

Donald stepped forward slightly, placing himself just enough between them. “Now that you've settled in, tell me, why are you here?” he asked, his tone calm but firm. Damon leaned back slightly, unfazed. “I just wanted to see where my Queen is living.” Donald’s eyes darkened slightly. “Rebecca is my wife,” he said. “Not yours.” Damon smiled lazily. “Titles don’t change history.” Donald’s jaw tightened. “What would it take,” he asked slowly, “for you to leave her alone?”

He sat down and took my hand, his tone carrying that self-righteous helplessness men in our world often used. "Sophia, you know how it was yesterday. You are lethal; you can protect yourself. But Bella is weak. She has a five-year-old son. I couldn't let a child lose his mother." I nodded. "I understand." Alexander looked relieved. He reached out and stroked my cheek. "You act more like a true Donna every day. I’m lucky my wife is so understanding." I laughed internally. So that was the duty of a Don's wife—to bleed, to sacrifice, and then watch her husband protect another woman.

Seven years into my secret marriage to Leon Ferrante—Don of the Ferrante Family—and he still wouldn't make it public. Before the vows, I was his Consigliere. After? My name vanished from the meeting roster. He didn't want kids. Said he had to take care of his autistic little brother, Antonio. So I did it all—brought that boy from blank stares to full-on smiles. His family kept pushing for a "real heir." And today, just when I was about to tell him I was pregnant, I caught Antonio asking,

I didn't answer. I just kept pressing the spots Dr. Miller had told me about. Pressing as hard as I could. Even if the hope was razor thin. Ashley kept going. "If you hadn't gotten pregnant early, my brother never would've married you." "The plan was for you to pop out a son, at least make yourself useful." "But then the ultrasound came back. A girl. The old man's face went black." "Thank God Rachel's carrying a boy. Otherwise the Martinez line would've died out this generation."

Eli Jefferson decides to go to the shopping mall to buy a present for his son, Zachary Foley, who is about to celebrate his first birthday. Alas, once again, he runs into Jason Snider, who causes a scene, calling him a homewrecker and beating him up. To keep Zachary out of harm's way, Eli is forced to endure the beating without fighting back. Jason pummels him until he's covered in bruises and almost breaks a few of his bones. In the end, Eli has no choice but to call the police. Both men are taken to the police station—and both claim to be the husband of Christina Foley. The police officer calls Christina to verify their claims. When Jason hears that Christina will be coming down to the

he says turning to me. "Horrible the wives and girlfriends are so fake," "Yea that's to be expected," "So have you taken over yet?" "Yep, it's so awesome sis everyone respects me and I have so much power that men fear me so I couldn't be happier," "I mean we were raised in this world dad raised us to enjoy everything about it so i'm not surprised," He just shrugs in return, "so how is your bastard of a husband," "He's speaking with some of our allies, about what happend at our wedding oh that reminds me I need to go tell him who did it those dumb wives couldn't keep there mouths shut,"

Don ask him. "..first off! She is not your wife, and secondly...if i love her that's non of your business." Carlos said to him, and his words made Don really angry. "..Non of my business? You better stay away from my wife you gat that. She is mine! Monika is mine!" Don yells at him. "..This damn beast is obliviously out of his mind, i better ask him the last question and get out of here before his dislocated arm heals." Carlos thought to himself.