All Chapters of The Don's Secret Legacy: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Katya My nightmares consisted of the day I had woken up to find my parents gone from my life. Then, I had despised Ferrara and vowed to bring him to his knees. But right now, as he spewed those words, threatening to take my son away from him, I was triggered. "I don't have to listen to this shit. I'm taking Christopher out of here." I muttered as strictly as I could, hearing the sound of my own heart racing in fear, in something beyond rage. "Katya..." Ferrara started, but I already turned around and reached for the door, my footsteps louder than they had ever been as I stomped down the long hallway. I could feel the smokes coming out of my ears, the pounding drums in my heart, and the lethal rage I was feeling. I needed to get out of here. With each step I took, all I thought of was pulling my son into my arms and not stopping till we were back in the hotel. I was meeting with a real estate agent anyway to finalise the deal on a house I had set my eyes on while outside the cou

Katya "Done. He has been told about it now." It was thrilling, the feeling of achievement that rushed through my blood at the thought of Ferrara's face right now. I could imagine how his expression had changed when he realized I now had the land he had been trying to acquire for a year. A perfect day for a drink. Based on what Matteo texted me about, how he had stormed out of the office, I was expecting him in my new office, anytime soon. After all, I was aware that he was keeping tabs on me, a knowledge which made me extremely cautious of each step I took. I sat cross-legged in the executive seat which had been imported from Italy along with the other furniture in the space which was being transformed into an office building. We would be launching our brand next week, and I couldn't wait to officially start up this business... Well, that excitement didn't exceed the feeling of triumph coursing through my blood when I heard footsteps echoing against the floors. My sixth se

Katya It happened in the flash of a lightening. One moment, I had slumped on the floors, shaking despite the suit covering me, with Ferrara looking like he had just seen a ghost, the most confused I had ever seen him be. And the next moment, fleets of cars covered our view of the waters and two groups of security dashed out of their cars, each surrounding their side. Ferrara's team started to point their guns at me when he lifted a hand, halting them. Like trained military, they dropped their weapons immediately. Kyrian and my own team were around me in a minute, and he offered his hand, his expression lacking a grudge for how I had kicked him before coming here. Slowly, I slid my hand into his and stood, and he placed supporting hands on my shoulders, leading me towards the car with my security surrounding us, their weapons drawn. "Contact the realtor and put me on the line, now." I wondered if I had imagined hearing those words from Ferrara as I climbed into the car and acc

KatyaWine, buffet, decor, fireworks, lighting, red carpet...So far, the grand opening of the Petrov brand was going even better than I had envisioned. Security was stationed in different parts of the building to ensure that only the exclusively invited guests were coming in.Reporters were outside the building, taking pictures of the celebrities on the red carpet, the elegantly dressed guests completing the perfection of the event.From the elevated floor which was designed with glass walls, I stared at the guests mingling and taking pictures, with a glass of wine in between my fingers.I had no intention of having more than a sip tonight, but it felt good, powerful, to twirl that glass of wine in my hand while I watched the execution of a project I'd had for five years.Footsteps echoed behind me, and I turned slightly, expecting to see Kyrian who had stepped out to answer a call.Another person who usually made this kind of dramatic appearance was Ferrara De Castello, but I was su

KatyaOpera music, courses of delicious meal and the greatest guest of all, Lady Awkwardness, graced the table with each clatter of cutlery against the plate..."More wine?" The butler asked, holding the bottle of red wine which had been poured into the wine glasses in front of us, with the exception of Christopher, who had cranberry juice in his."No, I'm good, thanks." I muttered to the butler who moved to the other men... Well, so far, none of them had managed to melt in the burning gaze they had had for each other."I didn't know that cops were paid enough to afford this unit, or that they could in fact, use false names to sign a lease." There was only one man who didn't have enough preservation to keep himself from making sarcastic comments in front of his four year old kid.Ferrara De Castello twirled the glass of wine in his hand, the dark red liquid swirling without making bubbles as he held the glass in between his fingers, with expertise.Alistair lowered his cutlery and sa