The Don’s Hidden Wife Novels & Stories

“Ms. Quinn, congratulations. You’re three months pregnant.” As I sat across from the family doctor, not a flicker of emotion crossed my face—not even a hint of joy. The doctor, who was clearly excited, reached for the phone to call Gideon Wade, but I took it straight from his hand. “There’s no need to do so.” The nurses exchanged confused looks, not understanding what I meant. With my status as the Don's wife, this child would be the family’s glory. They did not understand why I wanted to keep my pregnancy hidden.

And I stood there, unseen, clutching my secret: the divorce decree hidden away, the knowledge that soon—I would vanish, leaving them all behind. I stood at the edge, invisible, listening as strangers told me about my own husband’s devotion—to another woman. I pulled out my phone, calculating the time until my flight. Three hours. If I left now, I’d make it. But my silence only made me look broken in their eyes. Soon,Bianca and her entourage drifted toward me, smiles dripping with cruelty. “Valentina,” Bianca cooed. “So many years married to my brother, and what do you have to show? Standing here, watching him with the woman he truly loves.”

“I have to think that.” “Because of Don.” “Because of everything.” Jay looked away for a beat, as if trying to collect something scattered in his thoughts. His gaze settled on the distance, somewhere behind me, and then drifted back, quieter now. “Don doesn’t see you.” I froze. “Don is my husband.” “And you’re his possession,” he said sharply, eyes darkening. “I saw the way he paraded you around like a trophy. Tell people how ‘tame’ you are. Is that what you want? To spend the rest of your life being displayed?”

“But we've been warned never to speak of it again. Nevertheless, I'll tell you if you promise not to tell the Don who revealed it to you. He'll surely kill me if he finds out.” Now,Isabelle was getting scared at this revelation. She hadn't even told her yet but her heart raced continually. It was hard to get it to slow down when this woman was being so hesistant to say everything at once. But now she mentioned Alessandro’s threat, she now understand what the reluctance was about. And this made her wonder how important Ava could be. “Ava is the Don’s wife. The Don…has been married before you.” There came the revelation as a slap to her face. Now there were more questions roaming through her h

At the dinner party in the Falcone estate, Fiora held up her hand, showing off the ring symbolizing the Don’s wife on her ring finger to the socialites around her. Exclamations erupted from the crowd, who then turned mocking glances toward me in the corner. Santino sat at the head table, his gaze flickering over to me every now and then. After soaking up all the flattery, Fiora picked up a glass of red wine and walked over to me.

“Don Falcone, If that’s what you call a tantrum, Don Falcone, what do you call a married man proposing to his mistress in Las Vegas?” “How did you know—” “The whole world knows.” The line went dead. Matteo stared at the phone, a true, deep fear creeping into his heart for the first time. The news hit the streets like a car bomb. Within two hours, the entire Chicago underworld was buzzing with the explosive story: Matteo Falcone, Don of the Falcone family, had a secret wife all along. And he had proposed to his mistress in Las Vegas, causing his wife to leave him in fury.

Revenge should taste sweeter but instead, there’s just silence and I kept seeing Serena’s face, uninvited, relentless. Morning light cuts across the Monaco suite when I wake. Catalina is asleep beside me, one leg draped over my thigh like a claim. I don’t move her, I reach for my phone instead. It won’t stop vibrating, there were series of missed calls, messages and alerts stacked on top of each other. I open the first headline. THE DON’S DOUBLE LIFE: MYSTERY WOMAN IN MONACO I scroll. Photos fill the screen… Catalina on my lap, her mouth at my ear, my hand at her waist and My wedding ring visible in every frame.

“I'm afraid it's not safe for you to be outside, ma'm. The guards are on high alert, and I wouldn't want anything to happen to you.” I raised an eyebrow at him. Who was he to tell me what I could or couldn't do? I was Dermos's wife, for crying out loud. Well, I'm supposed to be Dermos' and Donna here, even though I find no joy in either. But all said, Carlos is supposed to be Dermos' worker, meaning he's to listen to the donna too, right? I sighed, Dermos' words coming back to me. Donna didn't have any real status here. She was just a breeding machine.

The old Don looked at the boxes for a long moment before opening the first one. Inside was a hand-embroidered Donovan crest, stitched in black silk and silver thread, with the names of the family’s founders worked carefully along the border. It was the kind of gift expected at the Founders’ Dinner, formal, respectful, and impossible to dismiss as an insult. For a moment, the old Don’s expression softened. Then he opened the second box. The room went silent. Inside lay the emerald brooch his late wife had given me on the day I married Mark. Every woman at the table knew what it meant. A Donovan wife did not return the matriarch’s jewel unless she was giving back her place in the family.

At our wedding, Julian, the head of the Moretti family, declared his love for me in front of New York’s most powerful crime families. “Here’s to our marriage, my beautiful wife.” A second later, he ripped off my veil and whispered coldly in my ear. “And here’s to our divorce, Claire.” The tears of joy froze on my face. The wedding was supposed to cement an alliance between our families. An encrypted livestream was carrying every moment to the allies who couldn’t attend. As I stared in shock, he pulled Sienna—the woman who managed his family’s books—into his arms. She wore a white Versace gown. The bride’s color. “If you’d just let her have that necklace last week, none of this would be happe