My Don Wants Two Wives Novels & Stories

"I don't doubt that, Mr La Grand. The last thing Don King wants is to get married, however, he knows his responsibilities, it's been one year since his father died, he's had the time to catch up and now he needs a wife by his side." "Like I said, she knows her role and will do it very well, I don't care if she dies giving birth to Don's child, at least she'll have done her part " I feel like a hand is squeezing my heart and my throat is choking me slowly. I didn't know he hated me that much. Why?

My jaw tightened as I looked at the front page. Bloody hell. They got a nice shot of Kristoff and me throwing punches at each other. Huh, really? Dammit. "The El Deal Real Prince little secret about his marriage." Don started reading it, and I rolled over to my left side, pretending I didn't hear him. I can't blame myself, and no one should blame me. It's normal for a husband to act that way. Simple. I don't have to explain myself. "I want my phone, Don. Give it to me." I stretched my hand towards him, and he stopped reading. Then, I heard his footstep, probably getting what I wanted.

Don Anderson is currently married to his third wife, Virginia, and Charlie Anderson is still on his first marriage, Linda Buckwidth-Anderson. Between the three families, there are twelve cousins in the younger generation, ages ranging from twelve (Timothy, Clark and Becky’s youngest) to twenty-eight (Lorena, Don’s oldest from his first marriage). Seven boys, five girls. Don, across his three marriages, has the largest group of kids—six—while Charlie and Linda have four and Clark and Becky reign in at only two.

Donnie said, waving his hands in a dismissive manner, “he has some bit of, actually never mind.” I frowned, feeling my patience wear thin. “Just get to the point, Donnie.” “He needs a contract wife because he has a condition and can’t marry as he wishes. Consider yourself lucky because this isn’t meant for a girl like you. Men like him don’t go for girls like you. Consider this a favor and an opportunity.” He said, his eyes gleaming with malice. I clenched my fists, swallowing my pride once more. “Are you serious?” “Dead serious. Are you interested?” he asked, his tone making it clear he enjoyed seeing me in this position.

Don Moretti says. "Your daughter knows the conditions for us not taking her family away from her because you have already handed the family to her. You cannot take it back. She asked the merry, a strong Don, who could help her with the family. Besides, you cannot come out of retirement. You need to rest. You need to get your daughters married to someone who can take care of your family. Unfortunately, she cannot marry Dante. He is my son-in-law. She does not have to get married in two days, though. I would appreciate it if she got married as quickly as possible. I do not like the way she is pursuing my son-in-law. My son-in-law will not even look at her because he loves my daughter. I know w

The morning light streaming through the tall windows caught the silver in his dark hair, showing how much he had aged. “Don Eldon Rayes has requested a wife,” he continued, cutting into his eggs. “You should be honored.” The bread turned to ash in my mouth. “Don… Don Rayes?” I choked. “The ruthless mafia king?” Even speaking his name felt like invoking a demon. Everyone in our world knew the stories about Eldon Rayes. The tales of a man who collected wives like other people collected stamps and disposed of them just as easily. “He’s sixty-three years old,” I whispered.

Isla~ "How dare you, Dante?" I seethed at the mafia don seated across from me, a cigar between his lips. Earlier, I got information on where he had been. It made me furious. "We had a fucking agreement!" I yelled, feeling like I was about to burst from all the anger I felt. Dante however, didn't seem to be even slightly fazed by my outburst. His eyes had a bored expression as he listened to me rant continuously. "You forcefully took me as your wife." I continued.

She stroked her flat stomach and whispered in his ear like a snake hissing venom. "Elena isn't coming. She was just putting on a show last night to trick you. Since you didn't go back, she's definitely throwing a tantrum." "Today is a big day for the family. All the Elders are watching. For the sake of stability, you can't let us become a laughingstock. I will stand by your side as your companion to witness the moment you become the Don of the Corleone family." Lorenzo looked at the woman beside him, then at the empty entrance. The flicker of expectation in his eyes finally hardened into disappointment and cold resolve.

“I see distance hasn’t improved your manners.” She turned, hands on her hips. “And I see you still brood like the world owes you an apology.” I bit my lip to keep from laughing. Maya’s gaze flicked between us before she dropped onto the sofa dramatically. “Alright,” she declared. “Important question.” Don sighed. “I already regret this.” “How many children do you want?” The room went utterly silent. I froze. Don blinked once. Then twice. Then, without a trace of hesitation— “Three.”

I said, walking away. “Yeah, just like you lead men twice your age into your bed. You have always been shameless. Now you can be a whore whenever you want with your husband. I’m honestly surprised he wants you as badly as he does.” He spat. “And who wants you? Last I heard, there isn’t a woman in this town that wants anything to do with you.” “You know nothing. Once I’m the Don, then I will create a marriage alliance to strengthen the family, and I will choose the ripest woman of all the families.”