The Don’s Hidden Wife Novels & Stories

“I looked for you, Jesse. I kept looking, and when I couldn't find you, I thought I'd lost my chance.” “Stellan—” “I haven't forgotten you. Not once.” His gaze dropped to Jesse's lips. Jesse's heart pounded as Stellan leaned closer, leaving barely any space between them. The door opened. Donato and Octavia stood at the entrance. Donato's gaze settled on Jesse sitting on the table, then moved to Stellan standing between his legs, his hand still wrapped around Jesse's. The change in Donato was immediate. His jaw clenched, and the hand resting at his side curled into a fist. He didn't shout or ask to know what was happening. He simply stared at Stellan. “Take your hands, off my husband.”

When I went to get a replacement copy of our marriage certificate, the clerk at the registrar's office told me, "This certificate is a forgery. There's no record of your marriage in the system." "But Michele and I got married four years ago, at St. Mary's Church. We had witnesses..." I steadied my breathing. "Please check again." The clerk sighed and clicked her mouse a few times. "We found a registration for Michele Corleone, but the spouse listed isn't you." My voice shook. "Who's his legal wife?" The clerk answered without looking up. "Rita Greco." Before I heard that name, I'd still been telling myself the system might have made a mistake. But of course it was Rita, Michele's chi

“What is it? What’s wrong?” “Nothing,” I growled softly, my lips trailing down the sensitive line of her throat, drowning her questions in a tide of slow, possessive heat. “Nothing is wrong, Vale. Just let me hold you.” She yielded to me, her body still soft and open beneath mine, her fingers digging into my shoulders with absolute devotion. But even as she surrendered to the aftershocks, I saw the subtle, terrifying awareness in her eyes—the quiet, sharp intuition of a Donna who knew her husband was hiding a mortal wound.

He picked up his phone, ready to call my father. But the moment Don’s number appeared on the screen, Dante suddenly stopped. How was he supposed to explain this? Explain that he had married Don’s daughter years ago. And hidden the marriage for three years. Explain that he had personally signed the divorce papers. Explain that he had lost me. Dante lowered his eyes and stared at the word “Don” on the screen. For the first time, he realized something.

I was operating on my husband, Don Cassius Vitelli, when I removed a bullet lodged less than an inch from his heart. He'd refused general anesthesia just so he could stay on the phone with his childhood sweetheart, Mia Russo. He'd insisted on local anesthesia instead. "Stitch faster," he ordered, gripping his phone and fighting not to tremble. Watching him wince in pain, I fought to keep my nerves in check as I pulled out a document and slid it in front of him. "It's a consent form for your post-op medication. Standard procedure." I looked at him. "Sign it, and I'll take care of the rest." Cassius didn't hesitate for a second. Cassius had fought his way to the top and he trusted no one. He n

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

For the first time, Donatello truly understood what it felt like to have his heart torn to shreds. The next day, Donatello went public with the news of his three-year marriage, ignoring the shockwaves it sent through New York. Now everyone knew. The Don of the Vexille family had a secret wife, she’d run away, and he was turning the world upside down to find her. Even if it's too late, Donatello thought, I have to give her the recognition I denied her.

His face had the usual cold expression. Athena nodded in enthusiasm. As long as he had agreed to be her golden goose she would do anything. "Don't worry, Mr Morin. I will be very obedient and do whatever you say as long as you fulfil my demand. No one will no, I will be the CEO's hidden wife." Athena answered while doing a lips sealing gesture. Roman frowned hearing the part CEO's hidden wife. That girl was really crazy. "Okay. I will have the contract prepared and bring it to you. Goodnight." Roman said as he held the contract in his hand and prepared to leave when suddenly Athena stopped him by calling his name.

Donald. "You need to shut your mouth sometimes," Mr. Donald said as he slapped her across the face again and I gasped "That monster killed our son, our Don" Mrs. Donald sobbed as she grabbed Mr. Donald's beard. "I didn't" I whimpered. Mr. Donald pulled Mrs. Donald to a room as the other family members walked away. Mr. Donald is the cause of all these, my marriage to his son, and all these calamities. He is overprotective of his wife and now, he slapped her because of me. Is he hiding our deal from his family？

I tell her. She frowns. “What’s up…” “I need Simone Wells. David’s brother wants to hire someone to be his Fiancée until he gets his promotion…" I explain. Her frown deepens. “And you’re sure Simone could, do it?” she asks. “She’s one of the only women we have that could pass as a doctor’s wife…” I remind her. “Rather send in. Quinn Daily.” She says. I bite my lip. Quinn was gorgeous, long blonde locks, sea blue eyes her entire face was made to be a model. The only problem we had with her was that her clients always fell in love with the role she played.