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

In my last life, I married the gentle tech mogul and my sister married the ruthless Mafia Don. Both our marriages were disasters. Reborn the day before the weddings, I decided we were swapping husbands. My mother caught me at the airport, right before the private jet took off. She pointed a finger at me, furious. "Are you out of your mind?! Who gave you the right to make a decision like this? You had a perfect match with a tech mogul, and you're throwing it away for that… that fucking gangster?"

When Lilith, the woman my fiancé Andrew had never gotten over, was kidnapped and used as leverage by a rival family during a critical transfer of power, I urged him to put the Family first and wait until our internal affairs were stable before rescuing her. By the time he became Don and went after her, Lilith's body had already been dumped in the wilderness. She had died horribly. Andrew never blamed me. If anything, he treated me better than ever and refused to let anyone defy me. Later, after seizing control of both families, he slaughtered my people. His first act was to deliver me to the rival family bound to mine by a blood feud. He stood by while they tortured me to death. He stood ove

But she'd be disappointed. I just gave her a cold smirk and didn't even bother to respond. Little did she know, I was the one who wanted my father here right now. More than she ever could. The Don stepped out with his cigar, and the crowd at the door caught him off guard. He blinked. But before he could ask what was going on, Veronica darted over and melted into his arms, all tears and trembling. "Darling, please, you have to do something. Irene killed our baby. The doctor said it was a boy. A son. Your heir."

The current time was a year ago. Now she was sure that she had been reborn. It was a year ago, before her family drugged and knocked her out. They then sent her to marry Delbert in place of Nora. 'Delbert, Delbert...' Harriet murmured to herself. She remembered the past events, and the thought of this name made her heart bleed. Her eyelids trembled, and tears started to well up in her eyes. 'Delbert, I'm willing to marry you in this life, and I will protect you.'

He turned to her and she nodded, signalling she would take over and he should just relax. Rebekah approached Don and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. To her, he was always a mischievous son who had now been led astray. She did understand why her husband, the leader of their grove, was acting out and angry. But she needed to play her part as the listening and less aggressive authoritative figure to Don. "Don, we need to understand what happened. You need to tell us everything. How did they capture you? What did they do to you?"

It was a herculean task ahead. The Don's arrival was marked by cars hooting, motorbikes doing stunts and a blue siren on a limousine. A happy celebration that broke out in song and dance as everyone left the manor to see their Don return. Maria was among them, surprised at how they worshipped him despite mistreating most of them-they were colts working on his corn and marijuana fields. Leo's run as the Don made him worry about what was going to become of his son if he took over. "Thank you!" Don said happily waving at the small crowd. He looked healthier than he had left, "this love is too much you guys are going to make me cry" he said wiping his eyes with a handkerchief offered by his wife

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?

“I wish. It’s a kid. Probably six or seven.” I stopped dead. “Shit.” “Yeah…” she whispered. “I wonder what happened to him.” There was nothing to say. Nothing that would soften that kind of loss... The rest of the walk home was silent. Heavy. When we got inside ... I shut the door and turned to her. “I know the whole rebirth process has been long. Exhausting. All the failed attempts… it’s wearing you down.” I stepped closer. “But I don’t want you giving up. I swear to you, I am finishing what I started. I will bring you back. I will get you a new body.”

She grabbed the phone on her bedside table, her hands trembling as she checked the date. August 3rd, 2XXX. She wasn’t dreaming. She was back. Three years before disaster struck. She let out a shaky breath and smiled, a rare, genuine smile. This time, everything would be different. This time, she would rewrite her fate. Her family, who had died protecting her... Louis, the man she had pushed away... and Natalie, the so-called best friend who had orchestrated her downfall... Daisy had a chance to change it all. The phone rang, pulling her from her thoughts. The high-pitched voice on the other end was unmistakable.

The Don looks in Norwan’s direction and gives him a small smile. “And you’re the Alpha, the ex-husband of my daughter who made her cry, am I right?” Don asks, and his voice suddenly changes as he says that. Norwan swallows and bravely nods to Don. A small smile forms on Don’s lips before he nods at the two.