All Chapters of The Don's Diabolic Desire: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

“You are looking beautiful, Ms. Hadley,” one of the makeup artists, who had helped Esme in getting ready for the wedding, complimented her.Esme's green eyes were staring at her reflection in the huge mirror before her. A pale-white wedding gown was perfectly hugging her body, along with a long vein, which was attached to her head. Her neck, ears, hair bun and wrists were covered in extremely expensive diamond jewelleries.Her face wore a perfect layer of make-up to hide all her flaws completely. Her appearance was looking ethereal but her heart was feeling ugly. Her heart was getting crushed inside her chest.In the last five years, she had completely stopped dreaming about looking like this. There used to be a time when she had desires of becoming the most beautiful bride for her groom but after that night, she had burnt all those desires with her own thoughts. She had started hating just the thought of becoming someone's bride, but her fate had chosen to test her more painfully no

Sitting on the corner of the bed, Esme was patting the head of her toddler who was sleeping. Elea turned so tired that she fell asleep in the car when they were returning back from the wedding ceremony.After taking their wedding vows, he took her away from the eyes of the public immediately, even though many of his guests requested to meet and greet the newly wedded couple, but he straightly declined and took her away from there, and Esme was sure….it was just because of he was embarrassed to show everyone that he had married someone like her.He was ashamed to accept her as his wife in front of the public, just like the whole world, which had always felt mortified to share even their introduction with her.A knock on the door took her out of her thoughts.Esme turned her head around and saw Maeve standing at the door. Esme nodded at her.“Is Elea sleeping?”Maeve asked her while walking towards the bed. Esme nodded her head again in her reply. When they were returning from the weddin

After changing her clothes, Esme stepped out of the bathroom with her wedding attire in her hands. She took one last glance at the wedding gown and then placed it on the sofa, inside the room.She didn't even know whether she should call this wedding attire hers or not. Exhaling a soft sigh, she turned and walked back towards the bed where Elea was peacefully sleeping. Esme laid beside her kid and pulled her closer, which made the kid instantly wrapped her arms and legs around her mother. Even in her sleep, the kid acknowledged the warmth and touch of her mother.Esme caressed her child's head. Her eyes remained fixed at her daughter's face while her mind continued to repeat his words and his warning.He was going to accept anything from her but not her betrayal and her lies, and this thing had made her soul lose its serenity. Now, she was feeling like she could not rest….not at all.Somehow, she had been betraying him by hiding their daughter from him. No matter what, he was the fath

After returning back from the gym, Luka entered his room where he noticed that the door of his room was open. He did remember closing it before leaving, so how did it get opened?No one would dare to come to his room without his approval, except for his dear new maid but he had just met her in the garden, so who had come to his room?This angered him. He hated when someone dared to break the rules he had made and he didn't believe in showing any kindness towards them, except for that woman…who had now become his wife, so she had received some special place in his manor but this didn't apply to anyone else.No one could break the rules he had made.Never.With a scowl, Luka stepped inside his room and threw the towel on the bed. He grabbed his shirt and wore it. He was just about to button his shirt when suddenly he heard a soft noise…like someone just sneezed.He turned his head around towards that table from where that noise came and he understood someone was hiding behind that table.

“I will be there,” uttering that, the mafia don hung up his phone call and shoved the phone inside his coat's pocket. After that, he started buttoning his coat where his burnt hand grazed against his coat.Taking his gaze down, he looked towards his palm which had been severely burnt by the coffee she had brought for him this morning, and on top of it, the broken piece of coffee mug had also slashed his burnt palm where blisters had appeared and the wound was looking quite deep.It looked so painful and bad that the wound could make anyone scream in pain but not him. He had felt so much pain in his life, both physical and emotional, that now he had turned numb to them, especially to physical pain. That was why, he didn't even care to look after his wounded, burnt hand after he took out his anger on that coffee she had brought for him this morning by shattering its mug in his violent hold and breaking the tray.He had no control over his anger. He had extreme temper issues, since his ch