Todos los capítulos de The Don's Daughter: Love & Betrayal: Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

Someone is trying to kill Carina. The first accident she was in, it was natural to conclude that they were after De Luca because he does have a lot of enemies. Some assholes might think he's weak because he was living here with Carina but I have it on good authority that he's quiet because he's regrouping and rebuilding. I've never been able to get a read on that little fucker but he's what I recently found out. He's dangerous. More than the late Don. When it comes to made men, reputation is everything. Hence the reason some idiots would never be caught accepting a woman's help much less living in her house. It's that pride that has gotten most of them killed. De Luca is dangerous because he knows when to accept help. He's the type that wouldn't mind starting over again as a foot soldier and making his way up. Having both patience and perseverance makes him almost untouchable. He knew going to a hotel was risky and living with his second-in-command in the Carina's house was even risk

"Listen, Damiano, you're not allowed to be anything else other than a police officer. Do you hear me? That is the only thing you will be when you grow up so don't even think of dreaming about something else" That's what Mama used to tell me. She drilled it into my head until I believed that what she said was true. I wasn't allowed to be a doctor or a lawyer or even a businessman. By the time I was ten, I'd forgotten what I wanted to be. If anyone asked, being a policeman was my dream. Why? Because Mama said it was what I was meant to be. Honestly, there were times I resented her for forcing me into this career. At eighteen when my friends were going off to college, I was preparing myself to go into a police academy. That was the time I truly hated her. But I couldn't defy her because she was my mother and the only person I had in this world. For all her flaws, there was one thing I would never doubt and that was her love for me. She wanted me to grow up to be a respectable man, unl

Past Zarina, Zarina! Where the fuck are you?" "Language Edmondo. Your son is standing right next to you" Zarina chastised. She knew her husband would always have a filthy mouth, but she expected him to control it whenever they were around their son. "My son, is it?" he asked sarcastically "Go upstairs Cris, I need to talk to your mother" "But Papa, you promised to play football with me once we got home" A young Cristiano whined. His father was spoiling him and it was time to put a stop to it before he grew up to be one of those egotistical men. She wanted him to be confident but not arrogant. In their world, arrogance was something that could easily get you killed. "I'll come get you once we're done talking. Now go" "You promise?" "Yes, now leave," he said impatiently making Zarina furrow her eyebrows. This was the first she'd ever seen her husband show any kind of impatience towards Cristiano. Normally he tolerated everything his son did, good or bad. With his

The sun is shining brightly today, the kind of day that invites you to lie around and bask under the bright, warm golden sun rays. I've never done this before. I mean sitting somewhere to enjoy the day. Sweeping my gaze around the place I realize I'm in a park. And like the start of a movie, things start to come to life. The greenest grass I've ever seen spreads over the ground and with it, people appear. Men, women, children, and pets, fill the place. Playing, others sitting, some are coming while others are going. I don't think my mind has the capacity to wonder where I am or why all this is happening. I just want to enjoy everything so screw logic. There's a family in the middle, sitting on a blanket and laughing. I think they're having a picnic, something normal people do from time to time. It occurs to me that I've never been on a picnic and a wave of jealousy hits me, so strong that I feel the burn of tears behind my eyelids. Why is it that some people are allowed to do that an

"Till death do us part. Did you hear that? Till death... " She rolls her eyes but she's grinning from ear to ear just like I am. "Yeah, yeah. I heard it alright, I'm not deaf you know" "No, you're not. Just pregnant, with my baby. I still can't believe I'm going to be a father" "I can't believe I'm going to look like a watermelon in a few months. You know it's not going to be pretty, right? I won't be pretty at all" "Honestly, I can't imagine you not being pretty. Even if you do end up looking like a watermelon" "It's even going to be worse after I give birth. I went online and the other women's experiences scared the shit out of me" "Oh yeah? Like what?" "Doctors chopping my vagina if it's too small for the baby to pass through" I blanch but luckily she doesn't see it because I'm behind her. "That is not true, baby. Don't listen to them" "And then there's the husband stitch" "What the fuck is that?" "They add extra sutures to a woman's vagina to make it tighter."