Lahat ng Kabanata ng What The Don Wants: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

Isla ~I pushed the door open so wide it rebounded off the wall with a loud crack, but I didn't flinch.My eyes darted across the room in search of someone.And there he was.My father. Santos DeLuca.Lying on a bed, hooked up to wires and machines that beeped steadily, too calmly, like the past hadn't finally come to collect its debt.The room smelled like antiseptic and stale silence. The kind of silence that pressed down on your skin, heavy and suffocating.He looked… smaller somehow. Thinner. Fragile in a way that would have one showing pity for him.His eyes widened the moment he saw me, and for one second, I swear he looked almost… happy. Like he was about to smile.But I wasn't here for a reunion.I was here for reckoning.And I didn't care that he was sick.Just as my mother came storming in after me, her heels clicking furiously against the tiles, I pulled the photo out of my pocket and threw it across the room.It landed on the blanket covering his lap, face-up.Kayla.Her i

Isla~The room was wrapped in a lazy kind of silence, the kind that only came after an exhausting, sinfully satisfying night. And I would know because this wasn't the first time experiencing such.But last night. Dammit! Last night.A warm ray of sunlight had just begun slipping through the heavy drapes, casting a soft golden hue over the tangled sheets and the man lying next to me.Dante.My eyes fluttered open slowly, the soreness between my thighs the first reminder of everything that had happened just hours before. Then came the flood of memories; his hands on my hips, his mouth claiming every inch of me, the way he growled my name like it was a curse and a prayer all at once.I turned crimson."Oh God," I muttered to myself under my breath, my face heating up further as every position, every sound, and every whispered command replayed itself in graphic detail in my mind.I glanced to my side, and there he was, sprawled out, butt naked. The sheets barely covered his lower half.On

Isla~Over the course of the next few days, Dante had been the absolute best husband.Always thoughtful, doting on me and even leaving really important meetings just to listen to me rant about mundane things.There were times when I would feel very overwhelmed with emotions, and Dante would be there, ready to let me soak him in my tears.He had even prepared breakfast for me on one of such occasions and when I teased him about being such a good cook, I saw him turn red for the very first time.Being his wife wasn't so bad afterall.Today, Dante had arranged for a surprise and had me dolled up in the most beautiful, expensive dress.Whatever the occasion was, he didn't tell me. He wanted to surprise me and I didn't mind.I smiled at my reflection in the mirror, admiring the stunning pearls around my neck; a "small" gift from Dante.Although he was nowhere to be found, even though we were supposed to leave together.Not seeing Dante anywhere around, I decided to go look for Katya, as s

Isla~The crowd had gathered in a half-circle, phones and cameras out, flashes twinkling like stars in the night sky. A man with a booming voice called out through a microphone,"Alright, ladies and gentlemen! Let's give it up for Mrs. Isla Moretti!"The cheers echoed around me like waves crashing on a shore, growing louder as he raised his hand for attention.I could see him exchanging glances with Dante every now and then, like he was taking permission."And now," he announced, his tone playful and grand. "Help us count down to the official ribbon cutting of the Isla Moretti Shelter!"I could barely breathe. My fingers curled tighter around the golden scissors placed delicately in my hands.Dante stood beside me, his palm gently pressed to the small of my back, grounding me."Deep breath, amore mio," he murmured.I looked at him and gave a small, trembling smile.He was calm. Proud. Present. And that made all the difference.The countdown began."Ten!""Nine!""Eight!"I felt my h

Isla~It was past midnight already. The kind of hour where silence settled over everything like a heavy wool blanket, suffocating and unmoving.The old wall clock ticked steadily on the far side of Dante's room. Our room. Its sound should have been a comfort; familiar, grounding. But all it did was gnaw at my nerves, each tick echoing louder than the last, each second stretching like hours.My patience and sanity were barely hanging by a thread.And it was all because of him.Dante.His name had become a pulse in my mind. A steady, aching rhythm of guilt and anger and something far worse; fear.We left him behind.No… they left him behind. I didn't want to go. I had screamed at Vargo, begged him to stop the car, clawed at the door, but the engine only roared louder and the building faded in the rearview mirror. Katya forced me in. And then we were gone.But Dante was still there.Fighting, bleeding...maybe even dying.I couldn't get the image out of my head; the chaos, the screams, th