The Don’s Hidden Wife Novels & Stories

It looped photos of us from the past with the caption: Isabella, I was wrong. At the New York premiere, he even used what remained of the Corleone family's connections just to try and see me. When the bodyguards blocked him at the door, he knelt down in front of the entire media corps. The next day, the headlines of every tabloid read: Former Mafia Don Kneels in the Street to Beg Ex-Wife's Forgiveness. I ignored all of it, pouring all my energy into filming my new movie. It was during filming that I met Luca Moretti.

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.

She looked remarkably young, almost like a high school student, with two large, dark eyes set in a face as small as a palm. In person, she seemed even more lively than in her photos. With such an innocent, naive face, it was hard to associate her with someone who schemed to climb into power as a mistress. I approached her. “Is the Don inside?” She looked flustered as she stammered, “M-Madam, hello. “W-Why are you here?” I smiled. “Oh? Am I not allowed here?” “No, no… That’s not what I meant.” From her nervous reaction, it was obvious she recognized me. Even though I rarely visited, Sienna definitely recognized me. She knew I was the Don’s legally wedded wife, their Donna!

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

The Marchettis moving. The Conti alignment. Romano standing behind it. She thought about what it meant — truly meant — to be the wife of the Don. Not the romantic version of it that lived in last night and this morning and a burgundy ribbon on red roses. The real version. The version where phone calls interrupted things and cars were sent and the city outside the glass contained people who were assembling against the man she loved. The man she loved. She let that sit. She had said it to herself before — in her Diary, in the specific privacy of her own mind, in the careful language of someone who had never said it out loud to anyone.

"What did you just say?" Bianca sobbed so hard her makeup ran down her face. "The baby isn't yours. He's Marco's. My cousin's. My father was afraid the scandal would ruin the arms contracts, so he pushed me into this marriage. The drug... I switched the drug. I only wanted to secure my place." Gasps rolled through the chapel. Luca looked like a man slapped in front of the entire underworld. The wife he had pushed aside for power was the Chairman's daughter. The woman he had been desperate to marry was carrying another man's child. The legitimacy he thought he was buying had been a joke from the start.

"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.

What wife in her right mind would challenge her own sister to keep her husband away for a night, knowing how desperately that sister wanted him? And this wasn't just any man. It was Leone Romano—the invincible Italian don, a man whose power, wealth, and looks made women fall at his feet, desperate for even a little of his attention. Yet here I was, his wife, practically offering him to the very woman who wanted to take my place. To Naya, I must have looked as though I'd lost my mind. But I hadn't. I was simply trying to find a way out of the pathetic life I'd been trapped in.

I'd been married to Matteo, a Mafia Don, for eight years and had never been able to get pregnant. All because eight years ago, when his enemies ambushed us, I took the blade meant for his heart. The doctors told me my chances of conceiving were almost zero. Matteo said it didn't matter. He had me, and that was enough. Until the day I finally got my pregnancy report, and saw him walk into another house. Inside, a woman took his coat. A pair of twins ran out and grabbed his legs, calling him Daddy. I stood outside the door, the report still crumpled in my hand. That was the moment I learned he'd had another family all along. I didn't ask him why. I tucked the test results away and decided to f

She was already in the middle of the stairs when someone pulled his hand. "Let go of me!" She commanded but the man didn't even look back. "I said let go!" The man took her to a private room. He let her go, Grace looked at the man in disgust. "What is your problem?" "My problem?" The man is interested. "What's your problem?! You are hiding my wife from me!" "Your wife is not here? And who are you, mister?" Denver laughed and breathed. "Me? I am the wife of the woman you are hiding. Please, tell Dr. Xyl, give me back my wife."