The Don’s Favorite Lover Vanished Novels & Stories

Don said interrupting my thought. I chuckle inwardly at his statement. Joe will never agree to be part of a heist. He had chosen his lover Martina over his god-fatter Don who had picked him from the slum when he was a teenager and made him one of the best in the game and even me the lady who loved him to a fault. "Monalisa Parker will help us get Joe back to this table," Don announced, and my heart skipped a beat. "You're joking right?" I questioned before I could hold back my words and he nodded as he handed over a document to me.

Despite the challenges posed by the women around him, I slowly developed a deep affection for his son, mirroring my love for Don. I couldn't comprehend how he managed to stay focused amidst the distractions. While there were rumors about his one-night stands, I never witnessed any inappropriate behavior in the office. Don was known for never being with the same woman twice. His love life was complicated as the mother of his child, whom I assumed to be his wife, did not live with him, and none of his one-night stands were known. However, this woman was the only woman who seemed to have spent the night at his house. What made her so special?

The smirk on his face made my heart flutter for some reason I couldn't understand. He pushed his seat back and offered me his hand. I quietly walked toward him. When I placed my hand on his huge palm, Don pulled me on his lap and wrapped one of his arms around my waist to hold me firmly on his lap. “Did you miss me?” Don's question left me surprised. How could I miss someone who literally bit my pussy. Though, I couldn't say that out loud. I forced a small smile on my face and nodded my head. He suddenly grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. “You know, I hate it when good girls lie to me. Tell me truthfully, Mi Amor. Did you miss me? Or are you afraid of me?” He asked those questions whil

Sayer leaned forward slightly, voice lowering just enough to sound conspiratorial. “Except that didn’t happen.” “Enough,” Ione snapped. But Sayer ignored her. “The night before the ceremony,” he said, lifting his brows, “our lovely future princess vanished.” The table went very still. Ione’s eyes turned sharp. “Sayer.” “What?” he said lightly. “It’s history.” He turned back to me. “She disappeared without a word.” “For two whole years.” My chest tightened. “When she finally came back,” he continued casually, “the engagement was still standing. Our father insisted. A promise between the Donovan and Solace families isn’t something he breaks.”

"Heard you agreed to marry into the Medici Family. Good. You didn't disappoint me." "Remember what you promised. Lillian will be my mistress, but you'll be my only wife." "As long as you treat Lillian well after we're married, I'll treat you well." I looked at the screen, and the corner of my mouth lifted slowly. News spread swiftly, yet something went amiss along the way. The old Don had taken off to Mexico and no one could reach him, so Victor still thought he was the one I was marrying. Just like last time. He stood on the mountain and tossed his love down to me at the foot.

Meanwhile, a thousand miles away, Westport had fallen into chaos and unrest. Dean pulled the footage from every camera in the city, put every man he had on it, tore the place apart, and still found not a trace of me. Lena was thrown out of the apartment for good, her name in ruins, her degree void, the laughingstock of the whole industry. She reached out to Dean countless times and got nothing back but a cold block and silence. Dean finally came all the way awake: his years of favoritism and indulgence had, with his own hands, driven away the person who loved him most and whom he loved most.

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

I told him I was making dinner. One last meal. A farewell dinner. I cooked all his favorites. Risotto. Beef Bourguignon. Tiramisu. I set the table with candles. I wore my best black silk dress. But Gwen never came home. I called him. No answer. At ten, I finally broke down and asked the butler. "Where is the Don?" The butler hesitated. "The Don and Miss Eliza went to Las Vegas, ma'am," he said quietly. "For a limited-run show."

Everyone in Chicago said the same thing: Leonardo Rizzo, the cold, ruthless Don of the Rizzo family, had vanished. It had started a month earlier, when Esme Vale, the most famous fortune teller in the city, told us our marriage was like the moon. "When your marriage shines brightest, a stranger will enter your lives, and it will go dark for good, like the moon swallowed by an eclipse." After that, Leonardo stopped directing the family's gang wars. He stopped going down to the docks to oversee the shipments. He never left the house anymore. He never left my side. He cooked every one of my meals himself and picked out everything I wore. His fear of losing me had become an obsession. All that n

Everyone knew Dario Moretti loved me more than life itself. Five years ago, he was an heir who had lost everything, hunted by his enemy. He was badly injured, and I hid him in my parents' wine cellar. The Cavallo family made us pay for helping him. They burned down the vineyard and killed my parents in the fire. The day Dario reclaimed control of the Moretti family, the first thing he did was lead me into the main house by the hand. When someone sneered that I was just a vineyard owner's daughter, he had them thrown out on the spot. At our wedding, in front of the entire Moretti family, he promised I would be the only woman he would ever marry. In our five years of marriage, I went through 1