My Don Wants Two Wives Novels & Stories

But it was just some pointless email. My stomach twisted. She hadn’t called since that woman arrived. Was she angry? Hurt? Of course she is. Imagine giving your heart to a man who swore you were his forever, only for him to become a Don who can’t even control his own empire. I scoffed, my grip tightening on the phone until my knuckles whitened. What kind of Don am I if I can’t protect my wife, my home? If a bunch of old vultures from the Table of Dons can shove a new wife into my life without my consent?

“Now you can talk?!” Malcolm leaned back and chuckled. “Okay, okay. As amusing as this is, I didn’t come here to mediate a lover’s quarrel. I’ll tell you what I’m here for, Aziza since your husband is too chicken. And I, well... I have the balls to do so.” Laughing, he continued as I reluctantly took a seat. “You’re aware of the debt your husband was in. What I don’t think you’re aware of is how bad it was. To put it plainly, he—or rather, you both—were ten toes in debt.”

I glanced toward the door, where I knew Dante was standing just outside, I could feel him even when I couldn’t see him. “I’m married again,” I said. Her eyes snapped back to me. “What?” “I remarried,” I repeated. “His name is Dante Romano.” The color drained from her face so fast it scared me. Her hand tightened in the sheets. “Dante… Romano?” I nodded. “The Don?” she whispered. The word felt heavier hearing it from her lips. “Yes.” Fear crossed her face… real fear, unfiltered. “Oh God,” she breathed. “Serena, what have you done?”

Roman replied. "Then give me all the trillions you earned recently, everything" Donovan said. "You'll have it all if that's what you want" Roman replied calmly. "You're willing to go that far for her? I can see you're really insane but listen, the contract is left with a year and till that one year rolls in, I'm not ready to let her go no matter how much you offer, she is my wife!" Donovan shot and stood. He walked out on Roman, and Roman sat back.

For six years. My mind raced into a dark, chaotic spiral. The sheer arrogance of the man angered me, but what sickened me even more was the deep, hypocritical disgust I felt toward him. He was a powerful mafia lord who threw millions of dollars around like pocket change, pretending to play the dutiful protector by sending upkeep money to my mother while willing his multi-billion-dollar empire to my secret sons.

I said carefully. "I suspected," Nonna Rosa corrected, echoing almost precisely the distinction Luciano had drawn weeks earlier about his own suspicions regarding his parentage. "Suspicion without proof felt safer, in a house that punished women for asking too many questions about the men who ran it. I've carried that particular cowardice for longer than I care to admit." *** "It's not too late to correct it," Dante said gently. "I intend to acknowledge Renata publicly, formally, as part of this family's history rather than a buried scandal. I'd like your support in that, if you're willing to offer it."

On Christmas Eve, my husband's widowed sister-in-law, Roxy, called again. My husband, Damian Caruso, was in his study, listening to his underboss go over the books. I glanced at my husband's phone. Roxy's name flashed across the screen, and I answered. Her voice was sweet and helpless. "Dami, the backyard cameras just caught a man climbing over my wall. I don't know what to do..." I knew that carefully practiced helplessness all too well. I kept my voice even. "Do you want me to send some men to check it out?" There was a pause. When Roxy spoke again, the sweetness had drained from her voice. "Camilla? Why are you answering his phone? I don't need armed men showing up at my house and drawing

For all seven years of our marriage, I believed Nolan Harris was an orphan who'd never been to school and could only find work hauling cargo at the docks. Nolan brought home so little money each month that I worked two jobs every day to help make ends meet. Nolan practically lived at the docks and was hardly ever home. Every day, I cooked for him and had someone take him the food. Then complications during labor sent me to the hospital. There, I saw Nolan in a room with a woman I'd never seen before. She was crying in his arms. Nolan wore a sharp, expensive suit, and a crowd of his men stood behind him. That was when I found out Nolan had never been a dockworker at all. He was the Don of the

At thirty weeks pregnant, I had just left a prenatal appointment when a Porsche struck me and threw me across the pavement. Blood spread beneath my dress. My daughter kicked frantically, then began to weaken. I begged someone to call an ambulance, but the woman who had hit me remained behind the wheel, calmly touching up her lipstick before making a call. “Dante, I’m in trouble. A pregnant woman stepped in front of my car, and now everyone is blaming me.” “Stay inside. I’ll send someone.” Three minutes later, two black SUVs blocked the street. Six Valenti guards surrounded me and stopped the arriving ambulance. “She may be bleeding internally,” a paramedic warned. “We need to examine h

Don was not affected by Alejandro’s vicious words. “If you’re capable of doing that, then, go ahead. As long as you’re married, I won’t bother with your affairs. However, don’t think you’ve fulfilled your responsibility to the family once you’ve gotten married. Don’t let the Larks find out about your affairs with other women. You have to be nice and considerate toward that young lady from the Larks and make sure she’s loyal to you. It’s best if you’re able to give me a great-grandson. Do you understand that? Let me advise you, you don’t necessarily need to possess someone just because you like them. In fact, if you’re stubborn like that, you’ll only ruin the person you like.”