The Don’s Hidden Wife Novels & Stories

“Relax. The Don’s stamina is insane. And Ava knows exactly how to keep him interested. They won’t be done anytime soon.” “She’s pregnant too, and they’re still not holding back.” “So what? You get used to it after a while. It’s rare for the Don to find a woman he actually wants. Finally someone new instead of circling the same wife every day. Of course we help him cover it up.” Laughter. I couldn’t hear the rest. The ringing in my ears swallowed everything. So everyone knew. They smiled at me. Called me Donna. Poured my wine. Cleared rooms for my comfort.

I can't kill my feelings for him if he still looks at me like that. He shouldn't do that to me. Shouldn't make this difficult for me. With tears threatening to fall, I tear my gaze away first. Because if I don't, I fear someone unlikely might notice. “Finally, you're here. Welcome!” The Don's wife approaches us with a smile on her face. She's extremely beautiful, elegant without trying. I don't think she can stand in a room filled with people and not get noticed. I always wonder how she is able to stay with the Don, wonder the story behind their getting together.

I didn't even have to go out of my way to find news about the celebrated Don. I only had to listen to the gossip from the low-level enforcers collecting protection money on the street corners to piece together his movements. "Hey, you hear? Don Connor popped ten bottles of Louis XIII at the club last night just because that woman, Riley, said the champagne was too dry." "And get this, I hear he bought her son a purebred racehorse for over half a million dollars!" "I heard the Don has a wife, but she's never been seen in public. Poor thing."

The man stumbles back, hands raised, his face paling. "I—I’m sorry, Don. I’m sorry. It won’t happen again. I didn’t know—" Don. My heart slams against my ribs. He’s the Don? My pulse roars in my ears. How? What happened to his father? How did he become the Don? A low snicker cuts through my racing thoughts. "Your pretty little Russian wife wouldn’t like that."

I was accompanying my mother-in-law to our family-owned hospital for a follow-up appointment. She had developed a lifelong gynecological condition from complications during my wife's birth. A muscular man passed by, recoiled in disgust, and shuffled to the other side of the aisle before shouting for a nurse. "What kind of hospital is this? You just let any filthy person sit in the waiting area? This old hag reeks. Is nobody going to do anything about it?" The nurse hurried over and recognized my mother-in-law. She held up her hands. "Sir, this patient is here for a scheduled follow-up. We can't turn her away." The man lost it. "What part of that don't you understand? Take this old hag

Suddenly, the crowd parted, making way for someone who walked in as casually as if he were strolling through a fivestar hotel lobby rather than a trashed, rundown apartment. The man wore a dark gray threepiece suit that looked immensely expensive, even in the dim light of the flashlights. His leather shoes gleamed as he stepped over the door debris without hesitation. His face was sharp, with a strong jaw and eyes as black as soot that radiated absolute dominance. Matteo De Luca. Noah swallowed, his throat as dry as a desert. He recognized that face from the thousands of articles and files he had just hacked. The Don himself had come to catch him.

"Don Brocchi said that for the sake of our baby, he'll give me everything you have. An infertile woman like you should've left the Brocchi family already instead of embarrassing yourself. "You know what? I'll even allow you to stay on the island and give you a respectable job so you can support yourself." I stared at the screen, neither ruffled nor tempted to reply. Instead, I simply congratulated her in my mind. "You'll have your wish fulfilled very soon, Anna, and so will I. Tomorrow, I'll say goodbye for good." Meanwhile, the household staff kept texting me nonstop, asking where I was and urging me to come home. "Please return, Donna. Don Brocchi keeps asking where you went and when you l

The year I turned 19, I met my father's adopted brother, Luca Ferraro, for the first time. He was the most ruthless Don in all of Sicily, and on paper, he was my uncle. That day, he looked into my eyes and couldn't seem to tear his gaze away. From then on, I was his personal assistant by day, never more than a step from his side. By night, he tore my stockings and took me on his desk. For five years, I was his secret lover. He had me wear red dresses and get a rose tattooed on my thigh. He turned me into exactly what he liked best. Then Sofia Russo, the woman he'd never gotten over, came home. He walked out of a meeting with his men to pick her up at the airport. I followed him there and saw

After helping me finish my father's funeral, he took me to the Gambino family, a place Jesse would never find. After that, he stayed by my side, helped me through the pain, and we slowly fell in love. When we decided to marry, no one in the Gambino family approved of a commoner like me becoming their Donna. They even tried to assassinate me. Landon fought them all off. He took so many wounds protecting me, and only then did I finally become Donna. Four years of marriage. Even when the Gambino family repeatedly pushed him to divorce me and marry a woman from another family to secure his position, he never agreed. He announced to the entire family that I was his only Donna.

While they were all horrified by the old man's bluntness about his death, Donny just smiled at them. "I'm not here solely to meet the family" He announced after a while. The way he gets serious makes everyone tense. "I'm here to discuss your roles in the family since Lucy has already found a wife" he averted his gaze to Abby. "Although Abigail Marie is aware of her significance to the Wright and Petrov, she must know her role as the wife of the eldest heir from the Godfather" Donny seriously proclaimed.