My Don Wants Two Wives Novels & Stories

Three years ago, on our wedding night, I walked in on my ex-husband, Filippo, tangled up with his friend Teresa in our marriage bed. Just because Teresa said she was scared, Filippo threw me out of the villa and left me to walk alone through the pitch-dark night for hours. By the next day, the rumor that I'd sold out family secrets had spread through every street in Naples. I became the traitor who'd betrayed the Naples Mafia, and one rainy night, I was driven out of the city. Three years later, after marrying Rafael Vitale, the new Don of the Sicilian Mafia, I returned to Naples to take back the estate my father left me. I never imagined the estate that was mine alone would be used for

The night Luca Caruso became the most powerful Don, he slid a diamond ring onto my finger in front of the heads of the five major mafia families. "You'll be my only wife, Elena. No woman will ever take your place." I believed every word. I was the daughter of his strongest ally, and the woman who'd helped make him Don. For six years, I stood beside him through gunfights, betrayals, and assassination attempts. I even lost our first baby. The whole underworld envied me. They said Luca was cold to the rest of the world, but he would always give in to his wife. That lasted until the day before Luca's birthday, when I slipped away to Tuscany to surprise him. At the villa, I found Luca. He was sup

The entire New York mafia world knows that Don Alessandro of the Rossi family takes a brutal punishment from the Council every year just to marry me. Because the Rossi family has a strict rule: all marriages must be approved by the Council. Yet, for three years in a row, Alessandro submitted our marriage application, and every time, it was rejected! The first year, he was locked in solitary confinement for three days and nights. The second year, his back was whipped raw. The third year, he even knelt in a torrential downpour to beg for their mercy. I always thought it was my fault, that I just wasn’t good enough to meet the Council's standards. It wasn't until the fourth year that I found ou

At our wedding, Julian, the head of the Moretti family, declared his love for me in front of New York’s most powerful crime families. “Here’s to our marriage, my beautiful wife.” A second later, he ripped off my veil and whispered coldly in my ear. “And here’s to our divorce, Claire.” The tears of joy froze on my face. The wedding was supposed to cement an alliance between our families. An encrypted livestream was carrying every moment to the allies who couldn’t attend. As I stared in shock, he pulled Sienna—the woman who managed his family’s books—into his arms. She wore a white Versace gown. The bride’s color. “If you’d just let her have that necklace last week, none of this would be happe

"Hmm.. Don't make me nervous." "You? Nervous?" Sarah laughs. "Yes, you make me feel nervous." "I did not know you also feel nervous." Don chuckles. "You're the first one who made me feel this way." "Now you know how it feels." "Yeah." Don said shaking his head in contrast to what he is saying. "What it is that my love wants to ask?" "Ah.. I want to know what do you mean when you said I am your mate?" "Is that it?" Don chuckles. "It means you're my destined wife."

he pointed at her protruding belly "Everyone believes this is his(the Don's)" He continued "Why do you think the Don has continuously chased after you?? He's in need of an heir and he wants that from a young woman. The Don will acquire more lands, states, wealth and power at the birth of an heir, against the rest of his blood thirsty brothers who would certainly do everything to make sure this baby does not come out alive."

“What do you want from me?” he shouted. “Marry me; because I have your baby” “You have what?” “Your baby” “After all, I paid you to get rid of …” “Get rid of what, Don…I cannot do that” “I beg you in the name of God, Bisi, get rid of that baby” he howled “For crying out loud, I am married Bisi” “Getting a second wife is not bad. After all, you have the means”

He still couldn’t manage to wipe her memories away because it was simply impossible. He only wanted her to become the obedient wife of the Donquite family. After all, he had taken a fancy to her, especially due to her beauty and her perfect figure. She was a perfect wife for him. At the very least, she was much better then the women he had previously met. Once, he had her in his hands, he would take advantage of her splendid Gene’s a have a son. Then he could proceed to play around with other women. However, it also depend on Dora’s charm. Doflamingo wouldn’t just neglect her that easily. Once the honeymoon phase was over, he would still take care of her to make sure she loved him

And it was also said that someone was behind it. Master Don was a widower with two daughters of 25 years and 22 years old. The elder one was called Clara and was a lawyer in the United States, while the second daughter was a graduate that studied music as a course because she loves singing. The two girls had lost their mother since there were tender and has grown attached to their late father, especially Mara who had lived with her father ever since she was a child. His death was something they wouldn't bear but seek revenge on whoever was responsible.

"Well, he met and married a Korean woman who was tending his injuries. They fell in love and left my Lola to raise her daughter alone. The family doesn't want to discuss him, especially your Lola Vicky." It's no wonder Lola Vicky is bitter toward Tita Diana. She already had set a man for her to marry, and she took that trip to meet Uncle Jacob because her father left his wife and child for another woman. "So, make sure you marry him before he runs off with someone, and you have to raise two kids." "Mum," the shower stops as Don is done showering. "Don will never leave me." "How sure?" The bathroom door opens as Don steps out, letting the steams out as I stare at his glory. His rip-shiny body