Who Does Daniel Larusso Marry Novels & Stories

He grumbled in annoyance and leaned against the table next to me. “Tell me something.” I turned my attention fully to Daniel, “do you plan to marry Lara or are you just trying to see how far this relationship goes till you find your mate?” Immediately a very offended look clouded his face, “I do want to marry her. I am not a jackass, Alpha.”

I licked my lips knowing she would be so fucking excited she'll let me take her body any way I wanted. "Daniel will handle all the arrangements. We leave for Columbia next week and in three we'll be married." I gave Daniel a genuine smile and it made his eyes confused at what they saw in mine. "Of course, sir!" He replied. His eyes were asking me if I was insane but I just smiled right back at him. I was fucking insane, but that's how you kill evil in this world. ———

It was nine o'clock in the evening and his favorite news channel had started airing. "This just in: Manhattan's hottest, most eligible bachelor and Alpha, Daniel Sturm is set to get married to business magnate and Delta royalty Anita Gavin," Sawyer struggled to sit up but Maddie held him back, shaking her head. He relented, the corners of his eyes stinging as the news reporter disappeared and was replaced with photographs of Daniel and the infamous Anita laughing in the same Italian restaurant he'd taken Sawyer to that first night they met. At the same table. The same chair he'd sat now occupied by the chosen Luna. He couldn't believe his eyes.

Sofia Marquez married media mogul Daniel Gray to save her father’s collapsing company. Their agreement was simple: three years of marriage, no feelings, no affairs, ten million dollars, then a clean divorce. She kept her side of the deal. He didn’t. One night, she finds the texts, his ex-girlfriend is back, and he’s been sneaking her into their penthouse while Sofia sleeps in the next room. But the betrayal runs deeper: his "mistress" isn't just a fling, she’s been plotting to take over Gray's empire from the start. Then the doctor confirms it: Sofia is pregnant. Daniel gives her an ultimatum: Stay and play the perfect wife, or I’ll make sure you and your baby have nothing at

"We have nothing to talk about." "Oh, I think we do." He stepped closer. "You think you can just walk away from me? After everything?" I met his gaze. "I already walked away. You're the one who can't let go." "Let go?" He laughed—sharp, humorless. "You filed for divorce. You froze our accounts. You humiliated me in front of my business partners. And now you're living with some stranger." "Marcus is not a stranger." "He's a man you've known for a week." Daniel's eyes narrowed. "What do you even know about him? His real name? His past? What he actually wants from you?"

“The cameras showed the spy wasn’t human. They tried to attack, but she was too strong. She dropped a letter with numbers—8 . 5 . 2. Do you know anyone who uses numbers to communicate?” “The same digits that were written on the bullet that was used to attack my girl today,” Madden added. “Your girl?” Mrs. Hart’s voice came from the door, her back against the wall. “She became mine the moment she said she was my wife,” Madden replied. Mrs. Hart smiled. “Is she hurt?” “No. The maid died instead.” His gaze darted to Mr. Hart. “I don’t know or remember anyone who does.” “And it looks like Carlos is working for them,” Madden said.

News of Daniel's arrest spread like wildfire and sparked lots of discussion. After all, the don of a mafia being imprisoned was not exactly a small matter. In the mediation room, Pedro slammed his palm on the table, fury written all over his face. He yelled at me, "Come on, Rosalie! No matter what Daniel did, he's still your fiance! Nothing good will come out of making a circus out of this. Withdraw the charges immediately!" Siding with Pedro, Dad chimed in, "He's right, Rosalie. We're all family. Why make an issue out of this? If Daniel goes down, my business is finished. For my sake, can't you—"

When Daniel finally answered, his voice was barely above a whisper. "She was never Crownline's information collector." Another pause. "Marissa is Lucas Vale's wife."

“Dante, you promised no one would know. You promised you would protect me.” Dante’s jaw tightened. “Aria deserves the truth.” “Then tell her all of it,” Serena said softly. “Tell her why you have to stand beside me at the altar, and why my child needs your name.” For a moment, the room seemed to tilt. I looked at Dante. “What does she mean?” Dante closed his eyes briefly. “Serena is Don De Luca’s daughter. Her father helped me secure the Russo family when half the old captains wanted me gone. If the Commission learns she’s pregnant before marriage, the De Lucas will be humiliated. Their enemies will use it against them.”

One thing I was grateful for was the fact that no one could hear how fast my heart was beating. “I’m fine,” I answered, forcing the worst smile anyone had ever seen before shifting my eyes back to Liam, my stranger from last night. “You’re welcome to our home.” “Thank you,” his eyes pierced through my soul to see how uneasy I was. “Daniel here never told me the woman he married was the goddess of beauty herself.” The entire room erupted in laughter, and Daniel shook his head with an amused grin. “Relax, man. I already married her.” “Just stating facts,” Liam replied, lifting his hands to surrender peacefully.