All Chapters of The Don's Daughter: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

VITTORIA'S POVI had never in my life experienced anything like this before, These feelings, this pleasure, this pain, everything. I didn't know how to react, I had never had training to prevent me feeling aroused, I had never trained to conceal moans before. I was almost embarrassed at how vocal I was being as Nikolai, kissed and sucked my neck and my breast. However I was too infatuated with the pleasure I was feeling to entirely care about the embarrassment. My hands were in his hair, my legs were parted for him, I was only wearing some panties. I felt exposed, but I also felt like a woman. I felt heat pool in my lower abdomen, I didn't know what that meant but it feel good, it felt strange and my core began to pulse but it felt really good. Nikolai began to leave my breast, trailing down my stomach, planting small kisses as he travelled down.He got down between my thighs, my legs spread. I could feel his breath on my inner thighs. He slowly planted kisses on my inner thighs

VITTORIA'S POVI left the dining hall after eating dinner, I planned to wait for Nikolai but it was becoming late, so I figured I might as well go to sleep. I'll just wake up when he gets home. A guard straightened as I passed him, his attention sharpening the way it always did when I moved around the house alone.“Signora?” he asked. “Everything alright?”Routine. Always routine.Making sure I don't run away or do something, like he could even stop me if I wanted to do something.“I’m going to bed,” I replied.He nodded and stepped aside "Good night then"I nodded and then continued down the corridor, my pace steady, my posture relaxed. The manor was quiet, most of the staff retired for the night, the lights dimmed to their evening setting.Nothing about the walk felt unusual.The moment I opened my bedroom door, I knew something was wrong. I knew someone was here, somewhere amist the darkness.It was my Instincts that tipped me off.The air was wrong. Too still. Too heavy.I didn’

NIKOLAI'S POVThree hours.That was all it had been.Three hours since my world split open and bled out across the floor of my own home.The study was dark except for the desk lamp and the amber glow of whiskey in my glass. My third. I hadn’t tasted a single one. They sat in my throat like glass, burning but useless.Everyone had been sent out.Every man I trusted. Every resource I had. Guards pulled apart and interrogated. Cameras reviewed frame by frame. Staff questioned until their voices shook. Vehicles checked. Roads monitored. Ports flagged.Nothing.No leads.No ransom.No demands.Just absence.I leaned forward in my chair, elbows planted on the desk, hands gripping my hair like I could pull the answers out of my own skull. My chest felt too tight. My breathing was wrong. Too shallow. Too fast.This wasn’t how I operated.I was the man people came to when things went wrong. When something was lost, I retrieved it. When someone disappeared, I found them. When blood needed to be

VITTORIA'S POV “Okay,” Elena whispered. “I trust you.”The words didn’t sound brave. They sounded desperate. Like she’d run out of options long before I ever stepped into her room.Her son clung to her hip, small fingers twisted into fabric, eyes locked on me like he expected me to turn into another monster the second he blinked.I didn’t soften my face. Softness invites hope, and hope makes people sloppy.But I lowered my voice anyway.“Good,” I said. “Because we’re moving. Now.”Elena swallowed. “Where—”“You don’t need to know where,” I cut in, not unkindly, just efficiently. “You just need to do exactly what I say.”She nodded immediately.I didn’t waste time explaining why. She already knew the shape of fear. You don’t survive living under Frank Rinaldi without learning how to obey quickly.I bend down, on one knee so that I was eye level to the little boy. He looked scared and he clung to his mother like his life depended on it. As scary as I must have looked, I smiled at him

NIKOLAI'S POV It's been four hours after I received that phone call from Vittoria.I'd be lying if I said I hadn't been thinking about her this entire time, She told me to focus on getting Frank but It was easier said than done.The information stopped feeling like fragments and it has now started forming a picture of something I didn’t like.My mother, she betrayed me. That is unforgivable. Vittoria had taken her revenge on my mother, I just hope she pulls through and survives her wounds, so that I can kill her. I stood at the floor-to-ceiling windows in my study, jacket still on, phone pressed to my ear while one of my men spoke in clipped, efficient bursts. Outside, the estate was unnaturally quiet. No cars moving. No guards pacing. Everyone was out doing exactly what I told them to do.Find my wife.Break Frank Rinaldi.Or die trying.“Sean Rinaldi,” the voice said. “Second-in-command. Younger brother. Known for logistics, enforcement, and internal discipline. Confirmed deceased