The Don’s Hidden Wife Novels & Stories

Maybe, he knew that there’s no way I could get out of here. Donovan's threat hit me like a ton of bricks, and I felt sick to my stomach as he led me to a luxurious room. Inside, four women were lounging on a plush couch, their revealing outfits leaving little to the imagination. I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy at how beautiful and confident they all looked. Donovan looked at me with a twisted smile. "Meet my secret wives, Anna." I felt my jaw drop as the realization hit me. This man, who claimed to love his son and his pack, was using these women for his own pleasure. I couldn't believe it.

He went all crazy by the moment he wanted to change her life or maybe no, it wasn't the reason why he changed her life in such a good way, maybe the reason that made him do that was when she helped him to hide important information about the company from his wife, in those days, Rebecca Osara. “I have good news,” Donnovan said. “Oh, really? About what?” The woman asked. “I talked to the man," Donnovan said. There was no need to say his name since they already new the person whom they had became in their target was the Mexican. “What did he say?” Rutt asked. “Does he think you're not the kind of a man he needs to produce his dirty business?” Donnovan got up from the bed all angry. He couldn't

Don whispers in my ear, causing my whole body to jolt with sensation. I cover my ear, feeling the hotness caused by his breath. "Why can't I? Terry is my friend. Of course, I care about him." Also, you are getting jealous of a woman. But I'm not going to blur out the secret. I value my friendship with Terry. Don is my husband, and I promise not to keep secrets from him, but I can't jeopardize it by revealing Terry's secret to him. Don glared and let out a feral growl.

What an ass! “There's rarely a woman who wants to be like you, Feb. Maybe there won't even be one,” said Widya starting his sentence after a moment of silence. “You're willing to be married, but don't demand to be recognized.” “Because our marital status is hidden. Is that what you mean, ma'am?” Widya replied with a shake of her head. “You know who Ares is, right? Our husband?” Our husband? Even Widya said it so smoothly. Making Feby shudder in horror because she didn't know how to measure the depth of the feelings of the woman in front of her.

“I changed our names and identities after your father killed my husband. Don Westerly wasn’t a man of mercy—he was ruthless, powerful. My husband made the mistake of getting entangled with him, and it cost him his life. I knew that settling the score wouldn’t be enough; your father would come for me and my children next. So, I ran. I fled Rome and started over in Naples.” Jaxon nodded slowly, absorbing every word with unwavering attention. “Do you know why Don killed your husband?” Jaxon asked. Mrs. Bennett gave a bitter nod. “Because of a stupid misunderstanding,” she muttered, resentment lacing her voice. “Someone tipped your father off, claiming my husband was a spy for another Mafia boss

Control. The car rolled in and stopped in front of a huge white mansion. Someone opened the car doors and I stepped out. We were ushered into their sitting room and we waited a few minutes. “There you are.” I looked up and there she was, Martinez's Widow. She looked younger than I expected she'd be. But she couldn't be that young, not when she had a son as old as Gabriel. She was said to have killed her husband because she had an affair and bore a bastard child. After her husband's death, she laid claim to his seat as Don. She's the only female Don, yet she managed to be one of the most feared. Looking at her now, I couldn't reconcile her with her reputation. Beside her was Gabriel Martinez,

Yet his mother had dragged it into the open without a shred of hesitation. As Donna continued her ruthless assessment of her children, Grace tried to make herself invisible, sitting perfectly still in hopes she would be overlooked. But Donna’s gaze shifted—and landed squarely on her. “And Grace…” Donna let out a long, disappointed exhale, the kind that made the entire table tense. “Your husband’s shady dealings… I suppose that explains why he isn’t here. Your obsession with luxury. The charity funds you conveniently ‘misplaced.’ And those constant altercations with reporters that you believed I wouldn’t hear about.”

Rob’s hand was now fully on his weapon, his eyes darting between Leonardo and Henry, ready to act if things went south. Before the situation could escalate further, the door to the office swung open, and one of Henry’s subordinates entered, looking nervous. “Father, we’ve checked the convent. There’s no sign of the Don’s wife. The Mother Superior is also missing.” Henry’s eyes widened slightly, but he quickly composed himself. “Well, there you have it, Don. Your wife must be off somewhere, maybe handling some personal matter. As for the Mother Superior, she often travels for the church’s affairs. I told you there’s nothing sinister here.”

others echoed, their voices growing louder with conviction. Mrs. Diego couldn’t hide the gleam in her eyes, though she kept her expression measured. *Talia and Marco married in secret,* she mused. *If Malia and Marco’s affair is exposed, the Donovans won’t want any scandal. They’ll be forced to have Marco divorce Talia and accept Malia as his new wife. And my daughter… she’ll finally be part of the Donovan family.* Her heart swelled with triumph, her fingers tingling with excitement. She turned back to the group, her expression the picture of humility. “Thank you, everyone. Please, be careful as you leave,” she said sweetly, gesturing to the door.

He sat down and took my hand, his tone carrying that self-righteous helplessness men in our world often used. "Sophia, you know how it was yesterday. You are lethal; you can protect yourself. But Bella is weak. She has a five-year-old son. I couldn't let a child lose his mother." I nodded. "I understand." Alexander looked relieved. He reached out and stroked my cheek. "You act more like a true Donna every day. I’m lucky my wife is so understanding." I laughed internally. So that was the duty of a Don's wife—to bleed, to sacrifice, and then watch her husband protect another woman.