Lahat ng Kabanata ng What The Don Wants: Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 120

Isla ~The artificial glow of mall lights buzzed above me, flickering faintly with a constant, annoying hum. Shiny floors reflected high-end brand logos and tired faces, all tangled in the chaotic ballet of Saturday shopping.I sighed for what felt like the hundredth time that afternoon.My hand ran gently over the soft cotton of a pale pink maternity dress, wrinkling my nose in silent disapproval before putting it back on the rack. Too frilly. The next one was too loose. The next one had prints that made me want to vomit.Literally."Ugh," I groaned under my breath, rubbing my lower abdomen gently. Nothing was showing just yet, but I knew it wouldn't be long before my regular wardrobe started to betray me.I moved on to another section; neutral tones, basic cuts. Still nothing exciting. Still nothing... me.And behind me, like a goddamn shadow stitched to my heels, stood Miguel.He hadn't said a word the entire time we walked into the mall. He was just... there. Quiet. Sharp-eye

Isla ~The wind howled against the car, rushing past in bursts of cold air that cut through the night like invisible blades. My fingers gripped the steering wheel so tight, my knuckles had gone pale. The car sped along the near-empty highway, its engine growling in protest as I pushed it faster than I ever dared before.I didn't tell Dante I was leaving.I didn't tell anyone.But I wasn't worried about that. I knew him. He would find me. There was a tracker in the car, something he decided to install in case of times like this. He would be furious, probably beyond that. But he would find me.Right now, all that mattered was Kayla.Her voice still echoed in my ears, fragile and trembling."Isla..." she had choked out through sobs. "I... I found him. I found my father."I had frozen in place. The room spun.Kayla was calling, reaching out to me. She needed me."But I need help, Isla. I need to save him, keep him alive. I don't have anyone else to call."Her voice cracked on the last

Isla~Clearly, I had underestimated Jake...or whoever he had become now.The man in front of me was someone...different from the boy I once fell in love with. I knew that from the moment I set eyes on him tonight. And it only got clearer with each passing second.I was dealing with someone far dangerous."You remember the last time." "When his men beat you half to death right in the middle of the road? When I had to beg for your life like a dog? Do you remember that?"I had thought those words would get to to him, make him tremble in fear.But the only emotion I managed to get from him was anger...and maybe even a slight hint of irritation.I had intended to get under his skin. However, he seemed to be thicker now. Tougher.I watched him walk toward a nearby table, where a lamp was glowing softly. His strides were powerful and effortless.He was like a man who had everything figured out."Fuck this," Kayla muttered, her voice sharp with nerves as she turned toward the door, her arm

Dante ~The night air was cold, bitter, biting at my skin like tiny knives as I stepped out of the car. Gravel crunched beneath my boots as I moved, fast. Miguel trailed behind me, silent, tense. His hand hovered near the gun at his waist.The GPS had led us to a neighborhood that barely deserved the name; quiet, empty, the kind of place where you could scream and no one would come running. And that only made the dread in my chest multiply.Isla.I could feel it in my bones, something was wrong.She had left the mansion without a word. No warning. No message. Not even to me.And now I was here, standing before a small, nondescript apartment with peeling paint and a wooden door that looked like it hadn't been oiled in decades.I clenched my fists."She's in there," Miguel said quietly beside me, eyes narrowed. "Confirmed it five minutes ago."My pulse thundered in my ears. I was already moving before he finished speaking.She was inside.And if anyone had laid a finger on her,on my wif

Isla ~The scent of damp earth and grass filled my senses. At least, tha was the only scent I could pinpoint. I stood there, still as stone, my eyes fixed on the fresh heap of sand piled over the grave. The reddish-pink glow of the setting sun brushed across the burial ground, painting everything in muted, sorrowful tones. And it really should have been a beautiful scenery.But it felt like standing at the edge of a wound that hadn't closed properly.The chirping of crickets echoed through the quiet field, blending with the soft rustle of trees swaying gently in the evening breeze. But I barely heard any of it. My thoughts were too loud.My heart too heavy."Father," I whispered...just the word, nothing more. It tasted bitter.My arms were crossed tight across my chest, as though holding myself together was all I could do to stop from unraveling right there. No one else had stayed long after the burial. A handful of people had shown up, mostly out of obligation, with stiff hugs and