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The Don’s Regret Chapter 12
The entire estate fell silent. Every guest’s gaze fixed on Vincenzo as he stormed in.He wore a black suit streaked with dust, his hair plastered to his forehead, red veins spreading across bloodshot eyes.In his hand was the misshapen leather bag, battered and worn, making him look utterly defeated. It was an image unrecognizable compared to the once‑imperious Don Corleone.“Vincenzo, you dare make a scene at Ella’s engagement?” Leonardo rose instantly, positioning himself between Vincenzo and me. He held the pink diamond ring that hadn’t even made it onto my finger yet, his gaze cold as the Sicilian winter.“This is not your place to act recklessly. One more step, and I won’t hesitate to make sure you never leave this estate alive.”Vincenzo ignored Leonardo’s warning. He didn’t even glance at the soldati circling, his eyes locked solely on me. His voice rasped, roughened as if sandpaper had been rubbed over it a thousand times.“Ella, give me one more chance. I know I dese
The Don’s Regret Chapter 11
While he was still recovering in the underground clinic in Sicily, Vincenzo’s phone vibrated.His bandaged hand fumbled to pick it up. As the screen flashed with the name “Sophia”, his fingers hesitated, but he still pressed answer.“Vincenzo! Save me!”Sophia’s cry tore through the line, mingled with the clatter of chairs and tables. “That old man is the devil! He hits me every day and locks me in the basement! He won’t even give me clean water!”Her cries were punctuated with desperate pleas.“I regret it! I shouldn’t have listened to you, shouldn’t have bullied Ella, shouldn’t have taken her skin, shouldn’t have been so jealous! Vincenzo, please save me! Please, I’ll do anything. I won’t cause trouble again! I still love you! Let’s go back to Chicago and start over!”Vincenzo leaned against the headboard. Every movement tugged at the burns on his back, yet his mind remained as cold as the Mediterranean ice.He remembered Sophia’s arrogance when she had carved my tattoo with
The Don’s Regret Chapter 10
Vincenzo’s relentless pursuit finally pushed me past my limit. Marco, even more so, had completely lost his patience.So, he found an excuse and sent Vincenzo an encrypted message, inviting him to dinner at the estate for a proper talk about him and me.Thinking there was hope, Vincenzo went without hesitation.At the dining table, Marco raised his glass again and again. The Sicilian red wine was rich and deep, and Vincenzo, completely off guard, drank cup after cup.Perhaps the thought of winning me back was too tempting that it made him forget that there was never such a thing as a proper talk among mafia families.After several rounds of wine, Marco suddenly laughed, a smile edged with malice.“Vincenzo, you know what? I’ve wanted to deal with you for a long time.”Vincenzo opened his mouth to question him, but dizziness washed over him. His limbs went weak.Marco had drugged the wine.“You—” He braced himself against the table, trying to stand, only to collapse heavily ont
The Don’s Regret Chapter 9
In the following days, Vincenzo moved into a hotel near the estate. Every morning, he appeared at the gates, carrying my favorite breakfast.However, each time, a soldato at the entrance blocked him, his voice cold and hard. “Mr. Rossi’s orders. Corleone personnel are not allowed near.”Undeterred, he would park his black armored car near the Rossi port by evening, waiting for me.Whenever Leonardo and I finished inspecting the containers, he could be seen leaning over the steering wheel, eyes fixed intently on us.Vincenzo would watch me get into Leonardo’s car, Leonardo handing me a bottle of warm water and fastening my seatbelt. When his fingers brushed my hair, Vincenzo’s heart felt pickled in both jealousy and pain.It was exactly how I had once been with him.Back at Villa Corleone, I woke thirty minutes early each day to make him a perfectly tempered espresso. I even left a warm lamp on while he worked on arms deals late into the night, handing him hot milk. However, he
The Don’s Regret Chapter 8
Twelve hours of transatlantic flight, and Vincenzo hadn’t slept a wink.In his hand was a custom diamond ring, engraved on the inside with “V&E”. The mafia don’s fingers traced the cold metal, his usual certainty now shredded by an anxiousness rising in his chest.When the plane landed at the airport, he drove straight to the Rossi family ancestral estate.Outside the car window, bougainvillea climbed along the stone walls. The Mediterranean breeze carried a salty scent, just like the first time he saw me six years ago, my hair catching that sea breeze.The estate’s iron gate was ajar. Vincenzo pushed it open and froze… On the lawn, I wore a red slip dress, the same one he had deemed too flashy years ago.I stood on my toes with arms around a man’s neck, laughing happily while he held my waist and leaned down for a deep, tender kiss. Sunlight fell over us, painting a picture-perfect scene that stabbed Vincenzo’s eyes like shards.He knew the man. It was Leonardo, my brother M
The Don’s Regret Chapter 7
When Vincenzo returned to the Corleone family headquarters with the Princess Diana limited-edition necklace meant for Sophia, the main hall felt unusually cold and silent.In the past, whenever he came back, someone would report ahead of time. There would even be faint movement from inside the villa. However, today, even the patrolling soldati looked tense.“Don Corleone.” Michael hurried over with his head lowered, hesitation in his voice. “Ms. Rossi left three days ago. She left a withdrawal agreement for you… and left with the Rossi family.”“Left?” Vincenzo frowned. He casually handed the velvet box containing the necklace to the bodyguard behind him, his tone unconcerned.“Is she throwing a tantrum again? Where could she possibly go?”It wasn’t until Michael placed the agreement signed with the name “Ella Rossi” in front of him that something finally pierced through.The words “relinquish all Corleone interests” and “no mutual interference” stabbed into his eyes like needles
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