Beranda / Romance / The Don's Stolen Bride / Chapter 12: The Healing

Share

Chapter 12: The Healing

Penulis: Flo Benson
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-08-09 02:45:53

The funeral was small and private.

Daisy stood at the graveside, her hand clasped in Enzo's, watching as Valentina's casket was lowered into the ground. The sky was gray, threatening rain, and the wind carried the scent of damp earth and dying flowers.

It felt wrong, somehow. Standing here, mourning a woman who had tried to destroy her. A woman who had been her twin, her mirror, her shadow.

But Daisy couldn't help the tears that streamed down her face. Valentina had been her sister. Broken, twi
Lanjutkan membaca buku ini secara gratis
Pindai kode untuk mengunduh Aplikasi
Bab Terkunci

Bab terbaru

  • The Don's Stolen Bride   Chapter 30: Forever and Always

    Five years had passed since the hundredth anniversary of the garden.Daisy Rose sat on the stone bench, her hands resting on her walking stick, watching her great-grandchildren play among the roses. She was sixty-seven now, her body frail, her steps slow. But her heart was still full of love, still full of gratitude.The garden was more beautiful than ever. It had grown over the years, expanded, flourished. New flowers had been planted—peonies, lavender, hydrangeas. The arch of climbing roses was covered in blooms, their petals catching the golden light of the afternoon sun.It was her legacy. Their legacy. A testament to the love that had bloomed in the most unlikely of places."Great-Grandma! Great-Grandma, look!"Daisy looked up to see her great-granddaughter, Lily, running toward her. She was six years old, with her mother's honey-brown eyes and her great-great-grandmother's stubborn determination. Her dark hair flew behind her like a banner, and her face was split in a delighted g

  • The Don's Stolen Bride   Chapter 29: The Eternal Garden

    Ten years had passed since Isabella's death.Daisy Rose sat on the stone bench in the garden, her hands resting on her lap, watching her grandchildren play among the roses. She was sixty-two now, her body slowing, her hair streaked with silver. But her heart was still full of love, still full of gratitude.The garden was as beautiful as ever—more beautiful, even. Her children and grandchildren had taken over its care, expanding it, nurturing it, making it their own.It was her legacy. Their legacy. A testament to the love that had bloomed in the most unlikely of places."Grandma! Grandma, look!"Daisy looked up to see her granddaughter, Isabella, running toward her. She was ten years old, named after the grandmother she'd never met but whose spirit lived on in the garden. Her dark hair flew behind her like a banner, and her face was split in a delighted grin.The roses were in full bloom, their petals catching the golden light of the afternoon sun. The arch of climbing roses was cover

  • The Don's Stolen Bride   Chapter 28: The Circle of Life

    Ten years had passed since Daisy Rose's wedding.Isabella sat on the stone bench in the garden, her hands resting on her lap, watching her grandchildren play among the roses. She was seventy-two now, her body frail, her steps slow. But her heart was still full of love, still full of gratitude.The garden was as beautiful as ever—more beautiful, even. Her children and grandchildren had taken over its care, expanding it, nurturing it, making it their own.It was her legacy. Their legacy. A testament to the love that had bloomed in the most unlikely of places."Grandma! Grandma, look!"Isabella looked up to see her granddaughter, Elena, running toward her. She was eight years old, with her mother's honey-brown eyes and her great-grandmother's stubborn determination. Her dark hair flew behind her like a banner, and her face was split in a delighted grin."What is it, sweetheart?" Isabella asked, her voice soft.Elena skidded to a stop and held out her hands. In them was a single perfect r

  • The Don's Stolen Bride   Chapter 27: The Legacy Continues

    Twenty years had passed since baby Daisy's christening.Isabella stood at the center of the garden, her hands clasped together, her heart full of love and gratitude. The roses were in full bloom, their petals catching the golden light of the afternoon sun. The arch of climbing roses was covered in white flowers, just as it had been on the day of her wedding.The garden was more beautiful than ever. It had grown over the years, expanded, flourished. New flowers had been planted—peonies, lavender, hydrangeas. The stone bench beneath the arch was still there, worn smooth by time and love.And today, the garden would witness another celebration.Daisy Rose was getting married.Isabella's eyes filled with tears as she watched her daughter walk down the aisle. Daisy was beautiful—radiant, glowing, her dark hair catching the light. She wore a simple white dress, just like the one Isabella had worn on her wedding day.At the altar, waiting for her, was her fiancé—a young man named Luca, with

  • The Don's Stolen Bride   Chapter 26: The New Bloom

    A year had passed since Isabella's wedding.The garden was thriving, more beautiful than ever. The roses had grown taller, their blooms more vibrant. The new rose bush—the one Daisy had planted from beyond—had become the centerpiece of the garden, its deep crimson petals a symbol of enduring love.And today, the garden would witness another miracle.Isabella sat on the stone bench, her hand resting on her growing belly. She was six months pregnant, glowing with the joy of new life."I can't believe it," she said softly, looking down at her stomach. "I'm going to be a mother."Matteo appeared, his footsteps soft on the grass. He sat down beside her, his hand covering hers."Are you okay?" he asked, his voice gentle.Isabella smiled, her eyes shining. "I'm more than okay. I'm happy. I'm so, so happy."Matteo leaned over and kissed her forehead. "I'm happy too, Isabella. I never thought I'd have this. A wife. A child. A family."Isabella leaned into him, her head resting on his shoulder.

  • The Don's Stolen Bride   Chapter 25: The Wedding in the Garden

    Two years had passed since Isabella found the rose bush.The garden was more beautiful than ever. The roses had grown taller, their blooms more vibrant. The new rose bush—the one Daisy had planted from beyond—had flourished, its deep crimson petals a symbol of enduring love.And today, the garden would witness another celebration.Isabella stood in her bedroom, her hands trembling as she adjusted her veil. The dress was simple but elegant—white lace that flowed like water, with a train that swept behind her like a whisper."You look beautiful," Sofia said, appearing in the doorway. Her eyes were filled with tears, her smile radiant.Isabella turned to face her, her heart pounding. "I'm so nervous, Aunt Sofia. What if I trip? What if I forget my vows?"Sofia crossed the room and took her hands. "You won't trip. You won't forget your vows. You'll be perfect, Isabella. Just like your grandmother."Isabella's eyes filled with tears. "I wish she could be here. I wish she could see this."S

Bab Lainnya
Jelajahi dan baca novel bagus secara gratis
Akses gratis ke berbagai novel bagus di aplikasi GoodNovel. Unduh buku yang kamu suka dan baca di mana saja & kapan saja.
Baca buku gratis di Aplikasi
Pindai kode untuk membaca di Aplikasi
DMCA.com Protection Status