The Don’s Hidden Wife Novels & Stories

After saying those words, she ordered Keron to take me out of her sight. I didn't want him to touch me but l was weak and still invaded by shock, so he took me out of that room to ours on the third floor.l take myself as his wife. That statement was on my mind for the entire day. Yes his mysterious hidden wife for six years. At that moment l didnt know what do or say to Keron. That thing was not really human. A human can't change eyes to different colors and also shift into an animal. Realization hit me that she is the she devil the news used to talk about. Every thing was actually infront of me but it took me long to find out.

He had a circle of wingmen, alert and watchful, and the Capo and the sons of Don were not fools. But the fact that Don was obsessed with his wife did not go unnoticed. He had an arm anchoring her to his body, and every now and then, his large hand would drift over her body teasingly and surreptitiously. Proserpina trembled at his touch, tipping her face up to meet the watchful gaze of the Don. Karina sighed. Even at forty years of age, the woman looked ravishing. She smiled secretly as she thought of how her household upheld very firm views on women being unspoilt until the day they were married. Claude, ever the wily beast, had found a way to get through that one.

’ huffed the home wrecker, her long, pink nails clawing at my arms like she was drowning. But Sarah, already recovered, grabbed my arm to halt my attacks so she could throw a real slap on that cakey cheek. ‘You’re the bitch, you bitch!’ She roared with my fury. ‘Didn’t you know that the Don’s already married? This is his wife!’ The woman jerked back with furious eyes. ‘He’s divorced! Said so himself. Besides.’ She gave me a scan and scoffed. ‘Who wants an oil tank when he can have these!’ She pushed up her big tits and they threatened to spill from her low-V.

The Don looks in Norwan’s direction and gives him a small smile. “And you’re the Alpha, the ex-husband of my daughter who made her cry, am I right?” Don asks, and his voice suddenly changes as he says that. Norwan swallows and bravely nods to Don. A small smile forms on Don’s lips before he nods at the two.

I said immediately as I answered the call. “I do,” Don replied, his voice smooth, almost amused. “Hospitals are very talkative when you know where to listen.” “They staged it,” I said. “This wasn’t her.” “No,” he agreed. “It wasn’t.” I waited. Don never spoke unless there was more. “You’re not the only one who’s been watched lately,” he continued. “Your wife’s name has started appearing in places it shouldn’t.” My grip tightened on the phone. “Do not let her see you,” I said. “Ever. You stay invisible.”

“You look like a man whose wife already owns the house.” I didn’t look up from the papers in front of me. “Careful, Carlos. That mouth of yours will get you killed one day.” He chuckled, unfazed. “Maybe. But not by you. You’d miss me too much.” I finally raised my eyes, narrowing them. “Test me.” Carlos smirked, leaning against the desk. “All I’m saying, Don, is you’re wound up tighter than I’ve ever seen. And it’s not because of Belluci’s men. It’s because of your wife.”

The Don realized David was right about that, his wife would be disappointed in him and yes, his daughter meant something to him, she meant a lot more because she reminded him that she was better than him, more cunning and his worst enemy, he was going to find and do unimaginable things to her “This should be the last time you call David unless you have what I want” the Don said and hung up the call before David could say anything. He let out a sign and grabbed his keys going to his study. Once in there, he got the keys and opened a hidden door, inside was a huge room that had his wife's pictures and belongings. Even after so many years, he had them all in here, he rarely came into the room,

“Mama… is Lejandro really your son? How can you talk about your own child like that?” “Hmm? Don’t you want ME to treat YOU as my own child instead? Isn’t that better than that useless Lejandro?” BLAGGG! A loud thud echoed from Mr. Ferman’s room. “What was that noise?” Elijah asked. “Nothing!” Donita said quickly. “That must be my husband. Don’t worry about him. He’s useless anyway.” Her tone was cold and unbothered. But inside his room, Don Ferman was crawling across the floor, struggling toward the phone hidden in his cabinet—one his wife didn’t know about.

Franco's wife Luca's mother, dead fourteen years was a ghost I reconstructed from fragments. Things Giulia said occasionally. The way Franco's face changed when her name came up, which was rarely and always briefly. A photograph in the study that Luca had never commented on and that I had never asked about. She had lasted thirty one years in this family. That told me something. What the Don's wife was required to be, in practical terms, was this present without being visible, informed without appearing to be, useful without threatening the architecture of authority that the Don's position required.

To my face, they were polite, deferential even, out of fear of the Don. But the second Luca turned his back, the sneers and whispers cut through the low hum of the room, sharp as a switchblade. “A steward’s daughter, at the Don’s right hand? It’s a disgrace to the honor of the Families.”“She’s just the help that kept him alive when he couldn’t speak. Thinks she’s the Donna now?”“He’d never marry her. No bloodline, no name. Shames the Vitali legacy.” I stood alone, invisible, a ghost at the Family banquet.