The Don’s Favorite Lover Vanished Novels & Stories

“Go on.” “The other is Mark Donovan,” she said, pointing to the man curled tighter against the bamboo. His body shook, and his eyes flickered from me to the ground and back again, too afraid to hold my gaze. “Vanished last year. His sisters put out missing notices, but nothing came of it. One of them was found dead last month. The other has not been seen since.”

"Are you trying to make me jealous? Careful, or I'll walk into your office and announce to everyone that Don Vito Hart is cheating on his wife. With his old mistress." A chuckle. "Behave. Don't let her find out." The doors opened. He was standing there. Vito Hart. My husband. The Don of the Hart family. Suit sharp, tie straight. He stepped forward, wrapped an arm around Rosa's waist, and kissed her. She laughed and pulled back. He pulled her closer and kissed her deeper. She tapped his chest. "There's someone here…" Vito finally looked up. I turned away fast. My eyes burned.

] [By the time I knew our baby existed, I had already lost it. [I loved you enough to give you everything I had and stand beside you through the hardest seven years of your life.] [You destroyed that love with your own hands. You killed our child with it.] [The seventh divorce ceremony is over.] [This time, I am not coming back.] The paper trembled between his fingers. The hall suddenly erupted into noise. His assistant hurried back in. "Don, someone has taken over the main screen." Damon ran into the ballroom. Security footage from the estate appeared on the main screen.

I would not back down. "Yes sir, Madam refused to have anything." She reported. It almost seemed as if she was reporting me to my mom. He nodded and waved his hand, dismissing her. She hurriedly went her way. My guess is that she is scared of him, but who wouldn't? After all, he is a Mafia don. That's a well-known fact. He is ruthless when it comes to those that offend him. That was why he is labeled VENOM. "Why didn't you eat?" He hissed at me the second the maid went out of sight.

Tears spilled down his face at once. "Will you please come home with me, Lydia? I know I was wrong. I regret it now. I didn't know you were the one who saved me. It was all Serena's fault for impersonating you! I've broken her hands and sent her to prison. I avenged you. Please forgive me, okay?" he pleaded. People were shocked to see the once untouchable Don humbling himself to this extent. I remained where I was, calm as if I were looking at a complete stranger. "This is a private exhibition, Mr. La Rosa. Entry is by invitation only."

I suddenly remembered something from a few years ago. We were at a meeting with some old-school Don. "A Don's wife should be accommodating. It's normal for a man of his stature to have a mistress," the fat man with the gold chains had said. "Women need to know when to look the other way. Harmony in the family is what's important." I remember Blair's face turning to stone. He shot to his feet and slammed his whiskey glass on the floor. It shattered.

The silence was worse than the gunfire had been. I stood at the shattered bar cart, surrounded by broken crystal and the metallic tang of spent ammunition, and listened to the penthouse breathe. Dante's men moved in quiet currents around me—sweeping glass, securing the hallway, dragging the last of Enzo's failed assault team toward the service elevator. No one spoke to me. No one looked at me directly. I was the Don's woman, and the Don was gone, and that made me something between royalty and a widow in waiting.

The night Luca Caruso became the most powerful Don, he slid a diamond ring onto my finger in front of the heads of the five major mafia families. "You'll be my only wife, Elena. No woman will ever take your place." I believed every word. I was the daughter of his strongest ally, and the woman who'd helped make him Don. For six years, I stood beside him through gunfights, betrayals, and assassination attempts. I even lost our first baby. The whole underworld envied me. They said Luca was cold to the rest of the world, but he would always give in to his wife. That lasted until the day before Luca's birthday, when I slipped away to Tuscany to surprise him. At the villa, I found Luca. He was sup

“ What do you mean ? “ asked mr Donovan acting confused . “ People like you are always the easiest ones to read . “ said Antonio . “ I guess you really did work for Damian . Since you can read me then it won’t be that hard for you to meddle in with the others . “ said mr Donovan pleased . “ Huh ? “ said Antonio confused . “ I admit that it was hard for me to believe that you actually worked with Damian . I thought that maybe you were his secret lover under the cover of an assistant . “ said mr Donovan . “ How can I be his lover ? “ said Antonio looking away . “ Well , you like boys and you are nice looking . It isn’t impossible for you to catch his eye . “ said mr Donovan . Antonio looked a

I ask him "No, Love I'm sorry but he's already living this is how it has to be for a while," He says I sigh nodding my head to let him know I understand. Really it would probably look like favoritism of in this world the ongoing soft and I know that some people think that because he didn't kill my best friend. We all get in our cars the guys going with Lu and the girls gong with me. we start driving to Club Toronto. "Oh god guys I thought that we were going to be caught," Nov says.