Ari The Don 소설 & 이야기

He continued his work without answering Andre and the man continued talking to his girls. At the same moment, someone walked into the office. When Donovan saw that it was Ariel, he groaned in disgust. “What do you want?” He asked, looking at her. Ariel moved closer with a smile. “I am here to give you a chance to choose me over her, she is a nobody and you shouldn't be seen with someone like her.” Ariel started. Andre let out a chuckle because he knew his best friend very well. Donovan hates desperate girls, they disgust him and this woman named Ariel was being the character that he hated.

Dhananjay Singh " Arohi looked up at his face," hmm .. you mean your grandfather right " Ronn shook his head " no yours " Arohi broke the hug and glared at him " what rubbish? Do you even know what you are talking about? " Arohi please listen to me first. We are here to meet Dan, The owner of the DARS group of companies the second richest man in Spain who was .... Involved in illegal businesses many years ago and was the head of the drug mafia of New York too.

I thought you said he was a donor. “Kare desu. Kare wa donā desu,” she responds. (It’s him. He’s the donor.) His eyes widen, and she says something else I don’t quite catch. Jaden looks at me, then her, then back at me. He stands and strides toward me. I glance at Ami for a clue, but she seems calm. Is he going to hit me? Should I run? Before I can decide, he’s right in front of me.

said Salvatore and got up, making sure, Aryan does not fall off. "I am coming with you," said Aryan. Salvatore turned and looked at him. "Alright, you can meet everyone. Go on, get your jacket," said Salvatore ------------------------------- "Don't call him donna to the face, you won't have teeth then, but yes, he is the new Donna, first since Donna Venkat, as the previous boss was not married," said Caroline. Aryan snorted as he heard it and Salvatore looked at him. "So, yes, he is Salvatore's donna. But don't call him donna to his face. Got it?" asked Caroline.

Word for word. That afternoon, I came home and saw a familiar figure outside. Angelo. Talking to my mother. I ducked behind a tree. My mother waved him off, disgusted. "Mr. Ferro. I know what you did." "Now you want me to talk her into coming back to you? Not a chance. Go. Don't come back." His head was down. This invincible man, the Don of the Ferro Family, was crying. Words forced out: "Isa... I'm sorry."

In that instant, the air seemed to vanish from the hall, leaving everyone breathless. Edoardo's gaze was pinned firmly on my face, fixed on those two wounds that were still oozing blood. His pupils constricted sharply as he swallowed hard. At that moment, the man who ruled them all, the legendary Don Ariani, lost all strength in his legs and dropped to his knees before me. That single, heavy thud felt like a blow to everyone's heart. Without a second thought, Edorado prostrated himself on the cold deck, his hands braced against the wood and his forehead nearly touching the ground.

He is so easy to rile up. “I believe the appropriate way to start a conversation is hi,” he chirps, folding his hands, and glaring at me. I don't say anything, instead pulling him forward out of the chair and letting go of his hair so his knees hit the ground from the force of pulling himself away from my grip. I stare down at his kneeling form, my hands on either side of my hips. “Are. You. A. Virgin?” I grind out. There is no way I would take a son over a daughter if someone else had fucked him, and from the look on Andrei’s face, he knows this.

Three Years Ago The villa smelled like cigars and old money. My uncle sat at the head of the long marble table, swirling a glass of Barolo like it held answers. I sat across from him, jacket off, sleeves rolled, trying not to look like I was bracing for impact. He didn’t speak for a while. Just watched me. “You’re twenty-eight,” he said finally. “I’m aware.” “You’re the Don.” “Also aware.” He leaned forward. “And you have no heir.”

he says. “He could easily have taken her without me even knowing. Why did he not? Is he that confident that we will be bringing her right to him?” I ask, pondering the thoughts that have been milling through my mind since the incident at the club. “They are arrogant enough to think that, but we should be prepared. They might also be planning something” he says, tapping his fingers on the table in front of him. “We should be prepared for anything. Whoever has Aria, also has the largest fortune in the country. Every Don in the city will be waiting for their chance to pounce” father says.