My Don Husband Wants Two wives Novel – Chapter 1 Two days before our fifth wedding anniversary, I clutched the positive pregnancy test in my trembling hands. I secretly booked a flight to Andorra, desperate to surprise my husband, the ruthless Don of the Thompson Crime Family, who was supposedly away sealing a high-stakes alliance deal on neutral ground. Andorra’s ironclad laws made it the perfect place for delicate matters in our shadowed world. I hurried down the opulent hotel corridor to his suite, the door left slightly ajar. Just as I raised my hand to knock and throw myself into his arms, familiar voices drifted out—his most trusted capos and underbosses, laughing and clinking glasses. “One at home, one abroad—congratulations, Leon! “ ”Enjoying the best of both worlds, Leon.
We wish you and Monica Nieves a joyful new marriage. Binding under Andorran law—no divorce, only widowhood. That’s some real old-school commitment right there.” My blood turned to ice. I froze against the wall, the pregnancy test suddenly heavy as lead in my pocket. “But Leon, you serious about that slum girl? You flew all the way here just to marry her?” one of the capos pressed, voice thick with disbelief and dark amusement. Another voice cut in, curious and low. “Does this count as bigamy? You’ve had Evelyn Anderson at your side for years, haven’t you? The family would spill blood over less.” A chuckle rolled through the room, cold and knowing. “You don’t know? The Don never registered the marriage with Evelyn. He’s been waiting for Monica to come of age. Legally, he’s been single the entire time. No paper trail, no loose ends for the feds or rivals to exploit. Smart.
Only our Don could pull that off without starting a war inside the syndicate.” I pressed a hand to my mouth, knees buckling. Inside, Don Leon’s deep, commanding voice sliced through the air. “I’m dead serious about Monica. Five years ago, she risked her life donating blood to save Evelyn after that hit-and-run that nearly took her out. She was willing to live forever in Evelyn’s shadow. All she wanted was a real, protected marriage in this family, and I can give her that. She’s earned her place by my side.” Monica’s mature, seductive face flashed before my eyes. The girl we’d taken in after she saved me—the one the Thompson family had funded through school, overseas programs, everything. Leon had sworn her sacrifice was the same as saving him. His gratitude had no limits. No one had imagined that gratitude would end with him raising her to adulthood and making her his wife under unbreakable Andorran law.
I staggered back two steps, the world tilting violently. “What about Evelyn, boss?” one of his underbosses asked, voice edged with caution. “Aren’t you afraid she’ll find out? The Anderson name still carries weight, and she’s been loyal through every territory war we’ve fought.” Don Leon lowered his gaze, fingers tapping across his phone screen. “I will continue loving and protecting Evelyn as I always have. She will never discover the truth. Keep your mouths shut. If even a whisper reaches her, I’ll have your tongues cut out myself. Understood?” The next second, my phone vibrated. I pulled it out with shaking fingers and read the message he had just sent. “Baby, I miss you like hell. This deal is dragging me through hell. Every second without you is torture I can’t stand. I’ll move heaven and earth to fly back for our anniversary. Love you more than my own life, Leon.” I glanced through the crack in the door.
There he was smiling faintly, absentmindedly unbuttoning the top two buttons of his black shirt. This was not my Leon. My Leon had once climbed through my window as a boy, breaking his leg just to retrieve my fallen hairpin and then holding me while I cried. My Leon had scaled a snow-capped mountain at eighteen to confess his love, swearing he would cherish me forever without a single lie. My Leon had handwritten 9,999 love letters and baked a hundred cakes to propose. My Leon had given me a grand wedding at twenty-two and spent every night after claiming me with fierce, possessive passion. Not this liar. Not this mafia king who could profess eternal love to me while binding himself to another woman in secret. Pain carved through my chest like a dull blade. I bit my lip hard enough to taste blood. The conversation inside continued, but I no longer had the strength to listen.
My phone vibrated again—Leon calling. I remembered the last time I’d left my phone behind. Within three hours he had mobilized half the Thompson syndicate to tear the city apart looking for me. When they found me, he had pulled me into his arms, eyes red-rimmed, voice raw. “Evelyn, I thought you’d left me. I can’t fucking live without you.” Since then, I had never ignored his calls. Yet now, I let it ring. Inside the room, his expression darkened instantly. He gripped the phone. “Why the fuck isn’t Evelyn answering? Quiet, all of you!” The room fell silent for a beat. “Don’t worry, Don. She probably just didn’t see it,” someone offered quickly. “You’re too damn anxious about her, Don. Women miss calls sometimes—it’s normal.” “It’s not normal!” Don Leon snarled, genuine worry and unease flashing across his face as he paced. “You don’t understand what Evelyn and I have. None of you do.” He dialed again, over and over.
Standing outside, I found it bitterly ironic. He had fallen for another woman, yet he still cared for me with this ferocious intensity. Could one heart truly hold two women in this world of blood and power? I finally texted back: “In the shower. I’ll call you later.” Through the door, I watched his shoulders relax, a satisfied smile curving his lips. “Evelyn, I can’t live without you. Never leave me.” Reading those words, I could no longer hold back the hot tears flooding my eyes. We had been together seven years, bound in every way that mattered to the family—except legally. He had never given me the protection of a registered marriage. Footsteps sounded inside. I slipped away like a fugitive into the stairwell, heart hammering against my ribs. Don Leon emerged with his men and entered the room opposite, punching in the code with practiced ease. Monica stood there in a striking red gown with a high slit, her figure graceful and alluring, her face bearing a mature seductiveness far beyond her years.
The moment she saw him, she pressed herself against his chest. “Leon, does this dress look good on me?” Her voice was sultry, triumphant. “You look fucking perfect, baby. My woman looks good in anything,” he growled, wrapping a possessive arm around her waist and pulling her flush against him. “Let’s go celebrate our marriage the right way.” His gaze never left her as they moved toward the elevator. He remained completely unaware of the broken woman hidden behind the stairwell door. My heart felt as though it were being carved out by a blunt knife. The relentless pain stole my breath. I sank to the cold floor, curling into a tight ball as silent sobs wracked my body. If any part of me had still been searching for excuses for him moments earlier, I could no longer deny the truth. My Leon had truly fallen in love with another woman. I cried until the world blurred. Only then did I force myself to stand.
I would never accept him loving two women at once. Since he and Monica were now legally bound, I would step aside and grant them their wish. In half a month, it would be the anniversary of my parents’ deaths. After paying my respects, I would disappear completely from Don Leon’s world. I hailed a taxi to the airport and booked the earliest flight home.