The Don’s Hidden Wife Novels & Stories

Caio stared at her, as if preparing to reveal another dark family secret. "The woman in question was the Don's ex-wife; she had become Jeff's mistress," he said, surprising Molly. She stared at him in shock. "Yes, Jeff was able to get the Don's woman, who had planned to kill him, and give the succession to Jeff. If they had hesitated, Braston wouldn't be alive anymore. His life has more significance than we can think. After all, Braston alive is a pawn to get to the Don." Molly was in shock with the revelation, unable to process everything she had just heard.

muffled sounds could be heard from the man underneath "I..I swear to you,the man disguises himself it was so difficult to differentiate,Don" Blood seeped from the side of his lips. "I promise you Don I didn't know of their plan! That daughter of mine must have planned it with her mother! Don,please don't kill me" he feigned crocodile tears "I...I think I might know who..who dared to go against you,Don Anderson!" he stammered. The Don gave him a gruesome stare. "First of all where's your wife?" he snarled "I will murder her in cold blood.." he said with rage in his eyes.

She was supposed to be a source of strength to Teni. Donovan ascended the stairs with her and put her down before a door right before a room near his, just as he had described. Standfast who had followed behind them, opened the door. "Get inside." Donovan ordered. She made a last attempt at plea. "D, please, you don't have to do this. I am your wife." "If you had stayed at home like I told you, would we be here? But you had to come and complicate things. So, my dearest wife, get inside."

The mischievous grin and raised eyebrow made me blush "Who-who t-told you" I looked away to hide my red cheeks face "Aldonis is a real blabber mouth you know " She giggled at my reaction. I groaned hiding my face in my palms "It's not a bad thing to have feelings for your husband" She stressed the 'your husband' "That's the thing I don't know if I have feelings for him mrs juli. He's complicated and difficult. And he was under the influence. It didn't mean anything"

But it was just some pointless email. My stomach twisted. She hadn’t called since that woman arrived. Was she angry? Hurt? Of course she is. Imagine giving your heart to a man who swore you were his forever, only for him to become a Don who can’t even control his own empire. I scoffed, my grip tightening on the phone until my knuckles whitened. What kind of Don am I if I can’t protect my wife, my home? If a bunch of old vultures from the Table of Dons can shove a new wife into my life without my consent?

Sienna was surprised how the receptionist could change her face so quickly. Her heart was inexplicably a little unpleasant—why was she so unhappy that someone was coveting Grayson! Immediately she explained to herself that she was now his nominal wife. Although the marriage was a fake, the marriage certificate was authentic. If others like that coveted her husband, it was she, the official wife, to be embarrassed! Sienna made a telling-secret look, covering her mouth and whispering, "But he is gay and dislikes women."

I was already aware of this information and had no desire to learn more at that moment. Everyone was curious about whether the late Don had feelings for Eve. He had never officially called her his wife, only referring to her as his partner. This would infuriate her, causing her to lash out at the staff. The room in question had remained closed until the Don's death, and when Eve attempted to move in afterward, Silvio refused her entry, declaring himself the new Don. Unable to bear the humiliation, Eve had to leave. The intriguing part? A few years later, Silvio gave that very room to a maid who seemed to appear out of nowhere, she said, and I shot her a glare.

For a moment he slipped an arm around my waist, clearly about to escort me out, but his phone rang before we could take a step. He answered, listened for a few seconds, and then slowly let go of me. “Take Donna to the hospital,” he instructed one of his men. Then he looked back at me, his tone as steady as if we were discussing a routine business matter. “Elena, I have something to handle. I’ll check on you later.” I stared at him in disbelief. “Victor, I’m your wife. Someone just drugged me, and you’re sending me to the hospital alone?”

His face cooled at once, and when he looked at Sofia again, his voice had gone flat. “That’s my wife,” he said, each word precise enough to cut. “You will address her as Donna Moretti.” Sofia’s expression froze.

"Where is Isabella? Did she come back at all?" She flinched and shook her head. "No, Don Corleone. Donna Corleone hasn't returned since leaving earlier." The car had barely cleared the estate gates when Vincenzo's phone rang. It was a call from the police. "Don Corleone, we received a report that your wife was abducted at the old downtown and taken to the abandoned docks. A witness says she may have fallen into the sea. We found a bloodstained scarf on the shore. Please identify it."