The Don’s Favorite Lover Vanished Novels & Stories

"The traitor is alleged to have killed the Don's mother. The Don believed his mouth was killed by her father, so he is probably seeking revenge for the death of his mother. " Draven muttered, turning around to return back to his car. His business at the gala was done, he was not a social person and did not see the reason or importance of socializing, so he preferred to go back to his hotel room and enjoy some quiet time. "Does that mean, the mother of the Don was really killed by Mr. Vale? Isn't that what he is called?" His assistant muttered and Draven hummed, confirming the fact that his assistant was on the right track.

"No matter who he loves, we're gone now. In this life, we don't go back." I looked toward the fading outline of Cesielle. Lorenzo would not let us go easily. We knew his secret. And there was one thing a Don could never tolerate—someone who knew too much.

“You don’t have to believe anything.” Another silence fell between us. Then Sebastian stepped closer. Close enough that I could feel the intensity of his presence. “Donn disappeared the morning of your wedding,” he said quietly. “Yes.” “He left the country.” My breath caught. “What?” Sebastian watched my reaction carefully. “You didn’t know that?” “No.” My voice sounded almost like a whisper. That was impossible. Donn had left the country? Why would he do that? Sebastian’s gaze hardened slightly. “Interesting.”

"My first love, my one true love for this lifetime is my wife." I pressed my lips together. The cold diamond sat in my palm, but warmth spread through my chest. "It's just a shame." Antonio suddenly sighed. "I only found out after I married her that Elena's nothing special. Women are only fun when they're young and beautiful." My hand clenched tight. The diamond dug into my flesh as the smile froze on my lips. "What about me, Don?" A sweet, soft voice suddenly rang out, full of wounded injustice. "You said your one true love is your wife, so what am I? Last night, you said you loved me most!"

At thirty weeks pregnant, I had just left a prenatal appointment when a Porsche struck me and threw me across the pavement. Blood spread beneath my dress. My daughter kicked frantically, then began to weaken. I begged someone to call an ambulance, but the woman who had hit me remained behind the wheel, calmly touching up her lipstick before making a call. “Dante, I’m in trouble. A pregnant woman stepped in front of my car, and now everyone is blaming me.” “Stay inside. I’ll send someone.” Three minutes later, two black SUVs blocked the street. Six Valenti guards surrounded me and stopped the arriving ambulance. “She may be bleeding internally,” a paramedic warned. “We need to examine h

It had taken me seven whole years to help Leonardo Caruso become Don. The night he took the title, he held my hand tightly and announced to everyone, "From now on, no matter what happens, forget about me if you have to. The Donna stays safe." That night, everyone envied what we had. Then his childhood friend, Isabella Greco, returned from Sorrenza. He still escorted me to dinners and galas on his arm, but he handed the family business to Isabella and told me to focus on resting and caring for our baby. Isabella's father had died for him. Whenever she needed him, I had to come second. I believed that after surviving so many brushes with death together, he would never truly abandon me.

Nico kept staring at me for a long minute before he chuckled, shaking his head. “I can’t believe the formidable Don is in love with his wife—and so deeply that he’s planned all of this for her. But...” He paused, and I waited for him to finish. “You know your family is pressuring her for an heir. Even I had to schedule her medical checkup appointments because your mother ordered me to.”

In the fifth year of our contract marriage, Horst Ferrara, the Don of the South District, took his childhood sweetheart, Erin Costa, and me to the underground armory to pick out weapons. The armorer recognized them and bowed respectfully. "Don, the usual for the two of you?" Horst gave him a cool nod. Erin made herself at home in the best seat behind the bulletproof glass. The newest heavy sniper rifle on the table didn't even have a biometric lock, so she could try it out whenever she wanted. The guards kept me outside the weapons area. I wasn't even allowed near the table. When it was time to log the serial numbers, the armorer opened his records and said, "Don Ferrara, Ms. Costa, your bla

Most importantly, he could help the Zimmer family! At this moment, the entire Zimmer family was looking at Don as if he was the God of Wealth! Don smiled and waved to the people around him. He looked like a star walking on the red carpet and also looked like a high-flyer. “Senior Zimmer, I’m sorry to bother you. I come here uninvited. However, I am a straight-up guy. So, I’ll speak up if I have something to say!” Don was smiling ambitiously. He said loudly, “I fell in love with Mandy at first sight, but unfortunately, she was married to a loser!”

I closed my eyes. “Who?” I asked. Don chuckled. “Your little wife’s best friend. Serena. Smart woman. Didn’t leave fingerprints, but she wasn’t invisible.” Fear moved through me fast and cold, bypassing logic entirely. “What did she find?” I asked. “Not enough,” Don said. “But enough to get herself noticed.” He paused, then added with a smirk I could hear even through the line, “Your little wife’s smarter than I thought. Interesting.” “It’s not interesting,” I said flatly.