Reborn I’m Done Being The Don’s Wife Novels & Stories

“I’m serious. I’m not Ellya. I’m Rebecca Cathy Castillo. I’ve been trapped in Ellya’s body since that accident.” Catherine fell silent for a few seconds, then looked at her in disbelief. “Ellya, don’t joke like that. You almost gave me a heart attack.” “This isn’t a joke, Mom!” Rebecca’s voice rose unintentionally. “I’m truly not your daughter. I’m Samuel Wilson’s wife. I have a son—his name is Reno.” Catherine smiled gently, trying to calm her. “Sweetheart, you must be stressed because of all the engagement preparations. Maybe you’ve been overthinking.”

I was done fighting. “It’s not worth it Bryce.” I sighed. “I literally died again trying….” “Again?” Bryce raised an eyebrow and I stopped. Shit. They were both staring at me weirdly. “What do you mean?” He pressed. Shit. Shit. Shit. I couldn’t tell them I was reborn. They would think I was insane. Why was I slipping more and more all of a sudden? “Nothing. I…I just meant…” I stuttered. “I don’t want to die. I just want to divorce him and go far away.”

Billy smirked through the screen. "You're going all out for this act, Isabel. Forgot what happened last time? Need to lose the baby to learn?" "I'm not acting!" I screamed. My abdomen sank, something slipping away. Blood pooled beneath me. Something was wrong with the wine. I realized it had been spiked with an abortion drug. "This is our child! He's eight months old!" I cried my heart out. He didn't flinch. "You know how that kid happened. Good riddance. You don't deserve my child. Only Alicia does."

The old don spat, lips pulled down into a heavy frown that was enough to make his face hurt. “The only woman you should care about here is me! You slept with her and you had those men of yours taint my skin with their dirty hands” Vivienne shut her eyes tight as if trying to block out the memory of the days she spent locked up in the dungeon, how those men whipped her, disrespected her, and tossed her like she was nothing more than a mere rag… The wife of a Don? Her face flushed with extreme embarrassment. She finally pushed her eyelid open “We are even now. Let's put those days behind us and go back to what we were”

And before anyone of them had time enough to say Jack Robinson, I stormed towards the congregation, grabbed Nathaniel’s hands, my supposed husband's older brother, and dragged him out with me. **** ONE YEAR FORWARD 18 October 2025 8:00pm I sighed deeply as I pushed open the huge mahogany doors of our house and walked in. I wonder what version of my husband I’m walking into today. I clutched my chest tightly as a painful cough escaped my throat. I know my cough is not getting any better, but the doctor keeps saying it is. I need to go back to him as soon as possible. “Really, when are you going to divorce that wench!” I heard my sister, Lenny’s moan as I walked up to our room. Oh, it’s my sis

I never thought I would wake up again. The banquet hall was filled with guests, and my previous life felt like a distant dream. Yet I knew every moment had been real. As I stood at the hotel entrance, all I wanted was to cancel this ridiculous homecoming party. A banner that read, "Welcome Back, Sienna! Congratulations on the completion of your studies!" hung prominently nearby. My mother, Emily Pierce, looked at me with concern. "What's wrong?" "Mom, I want to call off today's event."

What's the first thing you'd do if you were reborn? Me? I'd start by divorcing my husband, Finn Gallagher. Yeah, Finn Gallagher, the same man who runs half the underworld from behind closed doors. The Don. The richest man alive. The man women dream about; his face plastered on magazines, named "Sexiest Man Alive" five years in a row. In my last life, I tried everything to make him look at me like I mattered. I married him. I gave birth to his son. I swallowed every ounce of pride, trying to be the perfect wife.

The man stumbles back, hands raised, his face paling. "I—I’m sorry, Don. I’m sorry. It won’t happen again. I didn’t know—" Don. My heart slams against my ribs. He’s the Don? My pulse roars in my ears. How? What happened to his father? How did he become the Don? A low snicker cuts through my racing thoughts. "Your pretty little Russian wife wouldn’t like that."

He wanted to calm down and consummate the marriage after getting to know her well. With this chance of rebirth, he insisted on choosing me despite the accusation of being ungrateful. During the first few days of our marriage, he did not touch me because he was afraid of sacrificing, and I would have difficulties remarrying if I got pregnant. I hugged him tightly and called him a fool. The next day, Flora arrived early, accompanied by Elaine. She arrogantly walked in front and shouted as soon as she entered, "Sally, come out! I want my husband back!"

I sometimes wonder what in the ever loving f**k would he do that. I didn't even know how I got the chance to be back fifteen years in the past when I was twenty five and her twenty two. All I know is that I vowed to take revenge on my brother for all the wrong he did her and that if there is another chance at life I won't let her get away. I guess I didn't think the marriage thing properly but hey it is what it is I remember the exact moment I realized I was reborn... well sort of reborn...