روايات وقصص ضمن Reborn I’m Done Being The Don’s Wife

Melody began to fuss, so I gently cooed to her and rolled her stroller back and forth, soothing her. Looking at her little face, her new toys nestled in the storage compartment below her, I almost felt myself crack. My girls… Our daughter… Princess… It was almost too much, seeing Noah like this with our child. Seeing him so… alive. So happy. So… different from the cold man who I’d been married to. Would that change once I told him the truth about my rebirth, I wondered? Would his view of me change once I shared that part of myself? I hated the thought of doing anything to wipe that smile off of his face.

“So I’ll tell you the truth, Don Luciano. I did love Gabbi. He was definitely the ‘one that got away,’ as they say. But that was more than a decade ago. He’s a different person now—harder, scarier, more aggressive than I like. And while Gabbi may have changed, I definitely have. I’m not the doe-eyed, naïve girl I used to be. "Love—whatever that may be—isn’t what drives me. I’ve signed a contract with the Luciano family. And even though I can have relationships outside this sham of a marriage after I’ve had our first child, I know better than to pursue one with your rival. "You have nothing to worry about when it comes to me and Gabriele Reino.” The Don stares for a moment longer before a wid

An assassin for the Mother’s Revenge. I found my purpose; I found my home. In two men I love with my all. Two men who have been there through it all. A mafia Don and a biker of The Princes Of Darkness MC. I am no longer the broken mafia biker princess, no. I am Rebel, the wife of a Don and the wife of a biker. THE END. Hey lovelies, thank you so much for reading our Rebel’s story. I know it was heartbreaking to read as it was to write. So thank you for sticking with it.

Of course, his sons, led by the new Mafia Boss, Piers Delano, had been spearheading the search. And now, the Don had killed the man who had been the one to ‘buy’ Proserpina at the auction on the dark web. But before that, the Don’s Woman, disheartened and depressed, had slit her wrists. Jamie was still talking, “Mumma’s at the hospital, Ethan, but Pappa is with her.” Ehtan smiled. Jamei was such an adorable child. She believed that now, since her father, the powerful Don, had killed El Toro and was beside his wife in the hospital, the world was fine again.

He'd caught her before she hit the ground, his hands immediately pressing against the wound, his voice—usually so controlled—breaking as he shouted for help. The hospital. Surgery. A week-long coma. And when she'd woken—in her original timeline—she'd learned three things: One: She'd nearly died from blood loss. Two: She'd been pregnant. Had been. Past tense. The blood loss, the trauma, the stress—she'd miscarried a baby she hadn't even known existed. Three: Her family had begged Lucian to sign the divorce papers. Her parents, terrified of losing their daughter, had told him that the marriage was killing her. That if he loved her at all, he'd let her go.

“I’m pregnant with your child.” My voice trembled uncontrollably. “I found out about it recently, and was going to tell you about it.” For a split second, something flickered across his face. Then irritation. “So what?” he snapped. “Isla is pregnant with my pup too.” Isla smiled. “And she’s obviously going to give birth to a stronger child.” I stared at him in disbelief. “Are you really going to kill me,” I whispered, “and your own child?” “I don’t care about you,” he said calmly. “Or that child inside you.”

" I straightened my coat collar as my eyes gradually sharpened. From today onward, I was no longer Sirena Cabrera, the wife who only knew how to hide behind Fabio. Instead, I was the Consigliere of the Romano Famiglia, an avenger who had already died once and still crawled back onto my feet. "Let's go," I said, striding forward, the crisp sound of my high heels clacking against the floor. "Coincidentally, I was also curious about what the enemies are offering in exchange for my child's life." I pushed open Don's study room door, and a strong smell of cigar wafted toward me. Don Romero was sitting behind his massive deck, toying with a delicate lighter in his hand. When he heard me, he looked

He never frequented nightclubs, nor was there ever any romantic scandal about him since our marriage. Charles Gunning and Sierra Gunning, our children, had excellent grades and were well-behaved, never giving anyone cause for worry. It could be said that my life was a source of envy and jealousy for others. I had already learned that it was all an illusion since I had been reborn. I looked at my youthful, radiant face in the mirror and stated resolutely, "I no longer want Holden or the children. I'll tell my family shortly that I'll be returning to my hometown tomorrow."

But no matter how hard I tried, I still couldn't remember who that woman was. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Frederick's triumphant smile. I hated it. I hated the fact that even after being reborn, I was still going to die at his hands. I couldn't accept it. But it was already too late. My mother raised her whip high. Just as it was about to strike my face, a gunshot rang out from the doorway. "Who gave you the right to lay a hand on my man?"

‘This outfit,’ she mumbled before panicking. “What’s the date today?” she asked, eagerness and panic in her tone, causing the man to frown. However, he soon concluded that maybe she didn’t know the date, as she was from the countryside. “Sixth of April two thousand and fifteen,” the driver said, staring at Tracy. He saw the shock and disbelief on her face. Tracy pinched her arm so hard, then yelped out in pain. She looked out of the car and saw the environment. She hurriedly walked out. “I was reborn twenty years ago when I was brought back to the Grants family,” she mumbled in disbelief.