The Don’s Favorite Lover Vanished Novels & Stories

“Don Falcone, If that’s what you call a tantrum, Don Falcone, what do you call a married man proposing to his mistress in Las Vegas?” “How did you know—” “The whole world knows.” The line went dead. Matteo stared at the phone, a true, deep fear creeping into his heart for the first time. The news hit the streets like a car bomb. Within two hours, the entire Chicago underworld was buzzing with the explosive story: Matteo Falcone, Don of the Falcone family, had a secret wife all along. And he had proposed to his mistress in Las Vegas, causing his wife to leave him in fury.

He remembered the small wooden horse that had been reduced to ashes. "Ah–!" Blake roared, unleashing every ruthless method at his disposal to investigate. Within a single day, the entire city was thrown into chaos. The men who had run Lily down were dragged into the basement. Under torture so brutal it made death seem like mercy, they finally broke. "It… It was Victoria! "She leaked Madam's whereabouts and paid us to kill Miss Lily. She said she was the Don's favorite woman. As long as Helena and her daughter were gone, she could be the Don's wife."

Everyone in the mafia world whispered the same story. The Don of the Santoro family had been with his fiancée for seven years, and she died in a car accident. After her death, he wrote a 10,000-word confession by hand and set up a rescue foundation in her name, saying it was to remember her. He filled the mansion with roses and told everyone they had been my favorite. But only I knew that I had never loved roses, and he had never truly paid attention to what I liked or disliked. Back in Valdoria, Mamma saw the injuries on my body and pulled me into her arms, heartbroken. "You're our precious daughter. How could you let yourself end up like this over a man?"

The thread just kept blowing up, everyone more fixated on Rico and Seraphina’s past than the two exes themselves. “Seraphina’s been single for years. What about Rico? Anyone got tea on his situation?” “Hell if I know. Who’s dumb enough to dig into the Valentinos? Dude doesn’t even pop up in finance rags or underground circles these days.Bet that workaholic doesn’t even have a girl. Zero scandals in years.” “Their love was legendary back in the day. Dude probably never got over her. So why’d they even break up anyway?”

To repay Victor for saving my life, I gave up a brilliant career as one of America's finest neurosurgeons and willingly became his trophy wife. For seven years, Victor lavished money on me and treated me with bone-deep tenderness. Yet his obsessive rules suffocated me. Every other week, I had to subject my scalp to agonizing bleach treatments to keep my hair icy platinum. I had to bathe in a discontinued Venetian white iris perfume. And I had to wear a fake beauty mark at the corner of my right eye. I once mistook it all for the obsessive devotion of a Mafia Don. Then, on the eve of our wedding of the century, I found a wall covered with portraits of another woman. The measurements of my gow

The interview room was small, fluorescent-lit, a single table between me and the detective who introduced himself as Marchese — mid-fifties, tired eyes, the particular flat patience of a man who'd learned not to show his hand until he was ready to use it. "Ms. Romano. Thank you for coming in voluntarily." He opened a folder without looking at it, which told me he already knew everything inside it by heart. "I want to walk through a few things with you. For the record." "Go ahead." "You were married to Dante Falcone a little over a year ago." "Yes." "An arranged marriage. To end a conflict between your two families." "Yes." "You didn't love him when you married him." I held his gaze, refusing

After being reborn, I no longer stop the Don of the De Luca famiglia, Enzo De Luca, from bringing his pregnant first love, Mia Conti, home to take care of her. I personally annul our engagement, allow them to be alone together, and quietly withdraw from this love triangle. Everyone calls me weak and spineless for stepping down without a fight. Yet, in my previous life, I use my position as Enzo's fiancée to force Mia to leave. On her way home, she miscarries in a car accident and can never conceive again. From then on, Enzo hates me with every fiber of his being. Even after we tie the knot, he neglects me and even takes our child from me and entrusts the child to Mia. However, right bef

He realized he'd gone too far and hurried after me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. "Alright, alright. You're so easy to tease. How about we go and register our marriage this afternoon?" Vincenzo lay on the stretcher, watching as Alexander and I went farther and farther away. My voice drifted away with the wind and left his world for good. He shut his eyes. … The legendary racing dark horse fell from grace in his third year. He vanished without a trace, so those waiting to see who he really was were disappointed. Only a minority of people were pleased because the Cursley family's Don had returned. However, he was like a different man now. He was a work machine, never sleeping and workin

For the five years I was married to my mafia husband, Dante, I never once showed my face to the Moretti family. I thought it was Dante’s way of protecting me. Until a family meeting record landed in my hands by mistake. It said Dante Moretti had formally married Gianna Romano. The date was five years ago. When I saw that name, I froze. She was Dante’s most trusted capo. She’d saved his life. She was also in love with him. Five years ago, she’d been against Dante marrying me. While I was performing on stage, she deliberately sent a spotlight crashing down and destroyed my career as a pianist. Afterward, she cried and said she hadn’t meant to. Dante believed her. He couldn’t send her t

The night we fought for the port, I took a ricin-laced bullet for my husband, Don Nick Valenti. As I lay dying, Dr. Bruno Esposito, the Valenti family's doctor, brought out the last dose of antiserum. He said a shot right away would save me. But Nick injected the lifesaving serum into Mia Conti instead. Mia suddenly developed stomach cramps, so Nick ordered Bruno to give her the antiserum slowly through an IV. He ignored the fact that I could barely breathe and my skin was turning blue. Isabella Valenti, Nick's mother and the former Donna, clutched her crucifix. “Your wife is the one who was poisoned, Nick! Why are you saving Mia?” Nick pressed a cotton ball to Mia's arm to stop the bleeding