Todos los capítulos de The Night the Don Died in My Arms: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 8

The game began in earnest.This time, everyone played to win.First hand — Damien won.Serena raised her hand and pointed to the left. "Him."I was pushed onto the man's lap to deal. His hand rested on my shoulder, lips grazing my cheek between hands.The stench of alcohol against my ear made my stomach turn.Second hand — Damien won again.Serena picked someone else."That one looks like he'd enjoy it more."I barely stood up before another pair of hands pulled me over.Third hand."Switch."Fourth hand."He hasn't had a turn yet."Men's laughter filled the room.One told me to lean closer while dealing. Another held his card between his teeth and made me bend down to retrieve it. Someone deliberately scattered chips across the table so I'd have to lean over to collect them.After every hand, I was reassigned to a new lap — like a chip being passed around the table.I lost count of how many men I'd been pushed onto. All I remember is the alcohol, the laughter, and the hands.And Damie

Rosalie was my mother's student, and the most beautiful girl in school. Almost every boy was in love with her.Which made her a target.The girls locked her in the bathroom, forced her to drink from the toilet, took turns slapping her, and eventually brought in thugs from another school to assault her.My mother heard the commotion and went to check. But by the time she arrived, the bullies had already fled.All that was left was Rosalie, stripped bare, and a man pulling up his pants.My mother turned away and muttered under her breath: "Absolutely shameless."She didn't know that one sentence sealed the verdict.After that, no matter how Rosalie tried to explain, no one believed her. Rumors spread that she'd been selling herself.With nowhere left to turn, Rosalie went to my mother — begged her to set the record straight.But the bullies had already poisoned everyone's minds. My mother let out a long sigh:"Rosalie, beauty is a gift. It's a shame you misused it. You'll have to live wi

I stood in the doorway, unable to bring myself to walk in.Damien was quiet for a long time. Then he rose slowly, walked to the hospital bed, and knelt.His hand came to rest on Luca's head — clumsy, but gentle."Since your dad's gone," he said, voice low and measured, "would you let me be your dad?"Luca stared.Then his eyes lit up like stars."Really?"Damien nodded."Really."Luca nodded so hard it looked like his whole body was bouncing."Then yes! I want that!"He said it so fast, as if terrified the offer might be taken back.I stood in the doorway, something crushing down on my chest.When we left the room, the hallway was quiet.Just the two of us at the elevator.Neither of us spoke.After a long silence, he said, "You heard him. Luca needs a father."I couldn't help the bitter laugh. "He needs a father. He doesn't need two mothers."Damien turned to look at me — a gaze so deep it was impenetrable.After a pause, he said simply, "I'll break off the engagement."The elevator d

In those final days, Damien was better to me than he'd ever been.Money flowed endlessly. He took me to galas, dinners, every event worth attending.The same men who'd groped me at the card table couldn't bring themselves to crack a joke.All they could manage was a respectful:"Miss Colter."And wishes for our happiness.Happiness.I nearly laughed.I hated him. I had never stopped.Especially when Luca called him "Dad" — the hate peaked so sharply it felt like a blade in my ribs."What are you thinking about?"Damien wrapped his arms around me from behind.I gave a quiet laugh."Luca's transplant surgery."He squeezed my hand, trying to comfort me."Don't worry.""I'll make sure the success rate is one hundred percent."I smiled and nodded.To anyone watching, we were a deeply devoted couple.As the weeks passed, Damien's body deteriorated. He could barely breathe without a ventilator. I stayed at his bedside.Maybe because he knew the end was close, he softened. For the first time,