Snatched By The Don: My Enemy's Father のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

Kaan’s POV. She suddenly dropped to her knees. “I wouldn't dare, dad. I didn't know you two were married.” Her voice was frantic and she trembled as she spoke, "I-I wasn't targeting you, Dad. I swear. I just...I couldn't bear the thought of her being happy with you, while I'm still grieving the man I loved." I leaned forward, my voice growing cold. "Soni, are you blaming your mother for that good-for-nothing’s death?” “She's not my mother, dad.” She lifted her head, she was crying, but I wasn't moved by her tears. She's disappointed me twice. Both times, she was after my wife's life. “I don't like her, dad. Please. I can't like her. I won't like her. Please, divorce her, dad.” Uncontrollable anger was surging inside me but I kept it in, staring at her blankly. One of my ways of disarming enemies was to regard them without emotions on my face. When her tearful eyes met my blank expression, Soni began to grow anxious. I knew she wanted me to react, even a tiny bit. It would give h

Kaan’s POV. This territory was closer to mine, maybe I should truly consider snatching it. I don't want insects feasting on my good crops in the long run…moreover, I have the belief that someone in this territory lent the Kim gang a hand to lay siege on my property. Our cars pulled over at a resort, away from the bustling and chaotic streets of the city. Men in black suits lined along the way, looking intimidating and alert, but I wasn't intimidated by them. I went in with Richard, and Raven, who was inside of the cars behind us. Apparently, we were supposed to go in with two guards while the others stayed around the building. When I entered, the noisy atmosphere instantly died down. Indeed, that's how it should be. They should all be scared of me. I walked with confidence and purpose, with a cigar stick dangling between my lips. My hands were tucked into my pants. It seems I'm the last to arrive. They must have been waiting for years for my arrival, again. My lips curled. I li

Rena's POV. My voice was low, just for her ears. She was stunned after hearing that, and I took a drag of my cigar and blew the smoke at her stunned face. Alessia took a step back, her face pale. The smoke from my cigar wafted around her, and for a moment, she seemed to be surrounded by a mist of uncertainty. Then, her expression changed, and a sly smile spread across her face. "A wedding, you say?" she repeated. "How...quaint. And who's the lucky bride?"“A beautiful woman. You're invited.” A smile subconsciously played on my lips when the thought of that crybaby crossed my mind. I should head home before she wakes up. But the meeting wasn't over, those fighting and cussing each other were being chastised by the ‘peacemakers’. I don't have the patience to listen to this nonsense.“Oh? Seems that's her only quality? I'm sure she's a lucky woman. But I know you'll be bored with her in no time. You have a certain...reputation, Kaan." She raised an eyebrow. "One that I'm not sure your

Rena's POVThinking of it now, the event finally made sense. At the auction, he waited to see who would win the bid. When he made sure it was Kim Jeon, he left. After that, he barged into Kim Jeon’s yacht and killed them all… I had thought he did it to show me a glimpse of his world, but as it turned out, I was only a pawn. Otherwise, why would he kill everyone for a woman he barely knew? He was wealthy, he could have simply won the bid if he truly wanted to save me… my gaze suddenly snapped to Soni. “Why are you telling me this?” I asked. Of course, I knew why. She didn't want me to go ahead with the wedding. “Because I hate you so much, that seeing you smile makes me want to peel off your skin.” She said it with so much hate, that my skin crawled. For some reason, I felt she was capable of it. “But I can't physically hurt you,” she smiled bitterly, a lobe tear sliding down her cheek. “My dad, he doesn't want me to hurt you. But Rena, I want you gone from our lives.” She said in

Rena's POV A group of men and one woman strode over with glasses of drinks in hand, the young woman whistled, “What a beauty.” She wore a mini black dress and black choker necklace. Her makeup was leaning towards a baddie girl makeup, with dark red lipstick and bold eye shadow. She looked like she belonged on the cover of a fashion magazine, and her confident stride and sassy attitude only added to her allure. The men with her were all dressed in sleek, expensive-looking suits, and some wore printed shirts. Unlike the disrespectful looks I've gotten so far, this group looked respectfully at me, with genuine smiles. “Behave like a decent woman for once," one of the men, a bald-headed guy with tattoos said to the lady who whistled. But the lady glared at him and sneered, “Lazy bum,” she whispered, and sashayed over to me. The bald guy flared, but was dramatically held back by a few others, who laughed so hard that I also found myself smiling. The lady came to stand before me, her