All Chapters of The Don is Mine: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

LUCAThe days after dawn were slow, fragile, and heavy with relief. Holly was awake now, her strength returning in small steps. Every word she spoke, every smile she gave, every squeeze of my hand was a victory.I refused to leave her side. The hospital bed became my throne, the chair beside it my prison. I ate there. I slept there. I lived there. Because she was here, and I wasn’t letting her out of my sight again.One afternoon, as the light spilled across the room, Holly turned her head toward me. Her voice was soft, but steady.“You haven’t left,” she said.“I won’t,” I replied.She smiled faintly. “You’re stubborn.”“I learned from you.”She laughed weakly, then grew serious. “Tell me what happened while I was asleep.”I hesitated.Her eyes sharpened. “Luca.”I sighed, brushing her hair back from her face. “Giovanni came.”Her brow furrowed. “Here? To the hospital?”“Yes. Uninvited.”She studied me, her gaze steady. “What did he want?”“To see you. To see me. To remind me he’s wa

HOLLY Weeks had passed since the crash. My body had healed, my strength had returned, but the estate remained my cage. Luca insisted I wasn’t ready to go back to the tea shop, not yet. He said it was for my safety. I knew he meant well, but the walls felt closer every day.So when the servants began cleaning the storage rooms, I offered to help. Anything to escape the silence.The air was thick with dust, the scent of cedar and old paper clinging to the shelves. Boxes stacked high, some labeled, some forgotten. I brushed my hands across one, the ink faded, the handwriting delicate.It read: Maria.Luca’s mother.Curiosity tugged at me. I lifted the lid, the hinges creaking, and inside I found fragments of a life preserved.Photographs, edges worn, colors fading. A young woman with Luca’s eyes, smiling in gardens, holding a child. Her hair was dark, her smile radiant. She looked like love itself.I pressed the photo to my chest, my throat tightening.Beneath them lay baby clothes, sof

LUCAThe estate was quiet when I returned, but the moment I stepped inside, I saw her. Holly.She was fresh from her day with Bianca and Giulia, her hair shining, her nails polished, her smile soft but radiant. For a moment, I simply stood there, watching her, letting the sight of her wash away the weight of the day.She looked like light itself.I crossed the room, my hand brushing her cheek. “You look… dangerous.”She laughed, tilting her head. “Dangerous? That’s not the word I expected.”“It’s the truth,” I murmured. “Because if you walk into a room looking like this, every man will want you. And I’ll have to remind them you’re mine.”Her cheeks flushed, her eyes sparkling. “Then remind me too.”I kissed her forehead, then pulled back with a grin. “Get dressed. Tonight, we’re going out. Dinner. Somewhere special.”Her eyes widened. “Out? Really?”“It’s been too long,” I said firmly. “And I want the world to see you. To see us.”The restaurant was one of the most exclusive in the cit

HOLLYI hadn’t told Luca about the boy at the restaurant. It felt beneath me, beneath us. He wasn’t worth Luca’s time — sloppy, arrogant, untrained. Adelina’s nephew, yes, but not up to par with me.Adelina herself was another matter. She was deliberate, calculating, dangerous. And I needed to think carefully about what to do with her. But not now. Luca had enough on his shoulders, catching up with business dealings and meetings he’d missed since the accident. I wouldn’t add petty distractions to his burden.So I went on with my day.The tea shop was alive again, humming with quiet chatter. The bell above the door chimed, and in walked Juliet, her smile bright, her energy infectious.“Holly,” she said, sliding into a chair. “I need you. Urgently.”I raised a brow, amused. “Urgently?”She leaned forward, eyes sparkling. “I have a hot date tomorrow night. I need a dress. Something stunning. Something that says I’m unforgettable.”I laughed, shaking my head. “Of course. Let’s go shopping

HOLLY The phone call had left me shaken, but I didn’t waste a second. I threw on a coat, grabbed my keys, and drove through the empty streets, the city still asleep while Juliet’s world burned.When I arrived, the scene was chaos. Fire trucks lined the street, their lights flashing red against the night sky. Hoses snaked across the pavement, spraying torrents of water into the skeletal remains of Juliet’s home. Smoke billowed upward, thick and choking, carrying the acrid scent of destruction.Neighbors stood clustered in blankets, whispering, watching. And there, near the ambulance, was Juliet.She was wrapped in a fireman’s coat, her hair tangled, her face streaked with soot and tears. Barefoot, shivering, clutching herself as if she could hold her life together with her arms alone.When she saw me, she broke. “Holly!”I rushed to her, pulling her into my arms. She trembled against me, her sobs raw, her voice fractured. “I thought I was going to die. I smelled smoke, I thought it wa