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

I had been reborn five years into the past—back to when the world was still whole, and the worst of it hadn't yet been written in stone. I had just arrived back at the fortified estate on the outskirts of the city when the butler approached, holding out a letter. "I have another letter for you, Donna Moretti—it's from Don Moretti. He's currently in Chicalum settling a territory dispute, yet he still finds time to write to you every single day. "You're the envy of the whole famiglia, since Don Moretti treasures you so much, Donna Moretti." I looked at the letter, which read, "To my one and only love," and noticed the sharp and authoritative penmanship, a perfect reflection of Dante Moretti's

Isabella finally realized it. I had been reborn too. The coldness beneath my calm exterior suddenly clicked into place. The distance she had sensed for so long but could never explain now made perfect sense. A flicker of guilt and panic crossed her face. She couldn't meet my eyes, and her gaze instinctively darted away. She finally remembered everything she owed me. A sharp cry broke the tense silence between us. One of the kidnappers, growing impatient, struck Jasper's wrist with the flat of his knife. Jasper immediately went into full theatrics, letting out an exaggerated scream as blood began to seep from his wound.

The uncontrollable rages that came with my condition. Vivian had looked at me with disgust and told me she couldn't marry someone who was on the verge of death. She has been ready to break off our engagement and walk away. Then Mr. Cohen had found Aubree. And Vivian had suddenly changed her tune. Marriage was back on. The wedding was being planned. Because now I would live. Now I would be the perfect billionaire husband she wanted. "Darling!" Vivian walked over and sat right on my lap without asking. "I missed you."

She had imagined this moment many times since her rebirth. In her previous life, she had waited for Nicole to change. She had believed that loyalty meant enduring humiliation, that marriage required endless forgiveness, and that if she gave enough, he might eventually choose her. Instead, he had left her to die. She would never make that mistake again. Outside the office, she called a moving company and arranged to collect the remaining belongings she wanted from the marital home. She did not intend to take everything. Furniture could be replaced. Clothes could be bought again. Sentimental objects were of little value if keeping them meant returning to a life she had already escaped.

I would never have agreed to a marriage of convenience without a real emotional foundation. I smiled faintly and continued softly, "If I could start over without any memory of the past, I might just make the exact same mistakes again. It's just that there is no such thing as what-ifs. I actually think things are pretty good for me right now." … Dante Vittorio, the Don of the Vittorio Famiglia, severed all ties with Leone after learning of Papa's fury at the banquet. He came to our house to beg for forgiveness, dragging Leone along with his broken legs.

The screen lit up: 20:12 - Friday, June 12, 2021. She blinked repeatedly, rubbing her thumb hard against the glass screen as if trying to erase the words, but the numbers remained still, coldly proving an absurd truth. Evelyn's pupils contracted violently, and her chest tightened. This was the summer of 2021. It was the day before she registered her marriage to Dominic Hayes in her past life. It was also the exact day all the brutal tragedies began. Heaven had truly given her a chance to return to the starting point of her hell. "Evelyn, the master requests you to come down to the living room immediately. He says there is a highly important matter regarding the marriage arrangement to discus

Elena rested her head against Adrian's shoulder. For the first time since her rebirth... She felt something unfamiliar. Not revenge. Not satisfaction. Peace. Adrian quietly intertwined his fingers with hers. "It's over." She looked at the engagement ring on her hand. Then smiled softly. "No." She whispered. "The revenge is over." "Our life..." "...is just beginning." Far below... The ocean closed over the ruins of Blackstone Island. Taking its darkest secrets with it. But somewhere... Far beneath the waves... One small emergency beacon began flashing. Waiting. Silent. Unnoticed.

i smack my head, nothing is making sense " I am in somebody else's body for real and I am a strange ancient queen who is fucking three husbands everyday! Great just great" " actually it's four not 3, your majesty" A voice came from right behind me

Everything sounds ridiculous, but being reborn made her believe in them. "Through a series of tests," Jasmine answered, a hopeful expression on her face. Author's Note If you have read the first book of this series, you would know about the supernatural elements it has. I am sorry if this comes as surprise to you. You can read ' Redemption's Sweet Temptation/ Rebirth insatiable CEO hubby ' for a better understanding.

But people who would think twice before wasting their lives with deaths on their shoulders. Donovan was a madman who didn't know what to do with his life, after hearing a no. And he had involved the damn brother in this whole shit. The brother who had just got a job at the BDSM club to have women at ease to torture, and pretend he was just teaching the roughest and most sadistic side of the thing. The brother who took pleasure in hurting Rebecca and curing her, just to have the chance to do that again.