Novel & Cerita My Don Wants Two Wives

he admitted “Is that thing you desperately want from my father happen to be your wife?” Ryan asked and watched as The Don's expression began to change to that of surprise “My wife?” The Don asked after a few seconds “Yes, she is alive isn't she?” Ryan asked knowing he was unto something with the way the Don was reacting to all this…

“Silvia leave us alone.” Silvia nods and went into her room. “How long?” “Two weeks,” I replied. “Shit. Your fucking papa,” my mama cursed angrily. “Well, we need to get you ready. A bride. You'll bee radiant.” I didn't really care for that. “What do you know about the Donovan family?” Mama stopped in her tracks. “That's who he’s marrying you to?” “Yes mama.” “Why for fuck sake? They beat their women too.”

"Are you really that desperate? In such a hurry to replace Jenny?" Dinah stared at Leander in disbelief, her words coming out in a stammer. "L-Leander?" Leander seized her by the throat and yanked her close. "You think you're worthy of Jenny's place? You really think you could ever replace her? She's the only wife I'll ever have. You're just Derek's whore. I was never going to marry you." Dinah thrashed against his grip, her once-alluring face twisting into something vicious. "Why are you doing this to me?"

I suddenly remembered something from a few years ago. We were at a meeting with some old-school Don. "A Don's wife should be accommodating. It's normal for a man of his stature to have a mistress," the fat man with the gold chains had said. "Women need to know when to look the other way. Harmony in the family is what's important." I remember Blair's face turning to stone. He shot to his feet and slammed his whiskey glass on the floor. It shattered.

"Your wife and kids?" "Yes, they are two... she gave me two beautiful sons. Suitable for my status." Don Diego couldn't contain the joy he felt, different from any feelings he had had in recent times. He was now a father and needed to double his capacity as both a father and a good husband to Ravenna. Don Diego walked back into the room where his wife lay peaceful. "My lady, do you want anything? "No baby, I am absolutely fine. I just want to see my baby."

At the dinner party in the Falcone estate, Fiora held up her hand, showing off the ring symbolizing the Don’s wife on her ring finger to the socialites around her. Exclamations erupted from the crowd, who then turned mocking glances toward me in the corner. Santino sat at the head table, his gaze flickering over to me every now and then. After soaking up all the flattery, Fiora picked up a glass of red wine and walked over to me.

He placed the bouquet in my hands, and said it slow, every word full of promise. “Layla, I was an idiot before. But from today on, I’m going to make sure the whole world knows you’re my wife. Rico Valentino’s wife. The only mistress of the Valentino family. I’m going to give you the biggest wedding this city has ever seen. I’m going to make you the happiest woman in the world.” “So, Layla Valentino. Will you marry me? Again?” Tears streamed down my face, unstoppable. I choked out the words, nodding hard.

I continued, voice trembling with anger. “You stand there and talk about ownership like it’s a gift,like forcing your mouth on mine is some kind of lesson I should be grateful for,Bianca came here today to laugh at me, to tell me I’m just the next disposable virgin in your bed,and instead of denying it, you threaten me more,how is any of this supposed to make me accept this marriage?” Rossi closed the door with a deliberate click and leaned against it, arms crossed over his chest. His expression remained cold, ruthless, the mask of the Don firmly in place.

When I went to get a replacement copy of our marriage certificate, the clerk at the registrar's office told me, "This certificate is a forgery. There's no record of your marriage in the system." "But Michele and I got married four years ago, at St. Mary's Church. We had witnesses..." I steadied my breathing. "Please check again." The clerk sighed and clicked her mouse a few times. "We found a registration for Michele Corleone, but the spouse listed isn't you." My voice shook. "Who's his legal wife?" The clerk answered without looking up. "Rita Greco." Before I heard that name, I'd still been telling myself the system might have made a mistake. But of course it was Rita, Michele's chi

Six years ago, I took a bullet for Dante Romano, the head of one of New York’s most powerful Mafia families. The injury nearly cost me any chance of becoming a mother. At my hospital bedside, Dante swore that as long as I survived, he would never need children. Then, against all odds, I became pregnant. I was about to tell him when I heard a little girl call him Daddy in a voice message on his phone. That was how I discovered Dante had fathered twins with his former secretary, Bianca. Everyone in the Romano family knew about them. Everyone except me. Dante continued to call me the only woman he loved, even as he gave Bianca a ring and prepared her son to inherit the family. I didn’t confront