My Don Wants Two Wives Novels & Stories

“I have to think that.” “Because of Don.” “Because of everything.” Jay looked away for a beat, as if trying to collect something scattered in his thoughts. His gaze settled on the distance, somewhere behind me, and then drifted back, quieter now. “Don doesn’t see you.” I froze. “Don is my husband.” “And you’re his possession,” he said sharply, eyes darkening. “I saw the way he paraded you around like a trophy. Tell people how ‘tame’ you are. Is that what you want? To spend the rest of your life being displayed?”

“Don Falcone, If that’s what you call a tantrum, Don Falcone, what do you call a married man proposing to his mistress in Las Vegas?” “How did you know—” “The whole world knows.” The line went dead. Matteo stared at the phone, a true, deep fear creeping into his heart for the first time. The news hit the streets like a car bomb. Within two hours, the entire Chicago underworld was buzzing with the explosive story: Matteo Falcone, Don of the Falcone family, had a secret wife all along. And he had proposed to his mistress in Las Vegas, causing his wife to leave him in fury.

"The traitor is alleged to have killed the Don's mother. The Don believed his mouth was killed by her father, so he is probably seeking revenge for the death of his mother. " Draven muttered, turning around to return back to his car. His business at the gala was done, he was not a social person and did not see the reason or importance of socializing, so he preferred to go back to his hotel room and enjoy some quiet time. "Does that mean, the mother of the Don was really killed by Mr. Vale? Isn't that what he is called?" His assistant muttered and Draven hummed, confirming the fact that his assistant was on the right track.

“Shut your mouth. The Don built her an entire private hospital. That can’t be her. You’re seeing things.” “Ma’am, if you could just sign here,” the nurse said, her voice cutting through my thoughts. I lowered my eyes to the consent form. On the television across the room, an interview with Vincent was playing on a loop. The notoriously cold-blooded Don of New York’s most powerful crime family looked into the camera with a tenderness few people in the world had ever seen. “My wife is carrying twins,” he said, his voice softening. “Watching how hard this pregnancy is on her breaks my heart. Once the babies are born, everything I own belongs to her and our children.”

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.”

of his raised every hair on my body. "Start over?" I laughed coldly. "For those whole five years you were tangled up with Romina behind my back. Start over from what, exactly?" I stared into his eyes and said it word by word. "Go back to being your mistress? Back to being your kept canary?" The color drained from Orlando's face. "You said it yourself, esteemed Don, Don Hale. Ahead of love comes the family's interests." "Romina's the one worthy of standing beside a Don. Not me."

"Nora. Sorry. Bianca's pregnant again." I stared at him, tears threatening to spill. "The first one was because the Costello family needed an heir." "The second was because the family needed a daughter for an alliance marriage." "The third was because the family business is dangerous and they needed to ensure succession." "So what's the fourth? What's the reason this time?" Dante pulled me close. His voice was calm, but what he said left me freezing cold. "Nora, I'm sorry. This one was an accident. But since Bianca's pregnant, there's no reason not to have the baby."

“Are you serious?” Donato offered no response. He simply held his gaze, the gun still pointed at him. Jesse let out a disbelieving laugh. “You pulled a gun on me because I don't want to eat?” “You think I care?” Donato asked, leaning in slightly. “I'm only doing this so I won't have a dead man in my house. A man considered to be my husband.” Jesse rolled his eyes and shot him a tired look. “Ah. I see. You're just worried about your reputation. So nobody gets to say the Don killed his husband by starving him.”

"Donna, stop. As long as you don't apologize to the Don, you don't get to use the Don's things." "This estate was bought by the Don. No apology, no entry." He looked me up and down and let out a sneer. "If you ask me, just apologize already. There are plenty of women lining up to take your place. Look at you. Your family has fallen. You're not young anymore. You can't have kids." "He's got a woman on the side who's pregnant, and he still won't divorce you. That's already very generous of him. What more do you want to fight for?"

"I won’t have you speaking about her like that. She’s a good woman." "And what about me?" I asked, and for the first time, my voice cracked. "I took a bullet in the stomach for you. I lost the ability to have children for you. I gave up everything for you, Vincent. And this is what I get." He looked away, his jaw clenched. "You’re still my wife. You’re still the only Don’s wife the Capelli family has ever had. Nothing will ever change that." Before I could respond, Sofia called out softly, "Vincent? The baby’s crying."