Como Murio Don Cangrejo Novels & Stories

He wouldn’t be deterred, and any love we’d thought we had seen between them growing up was gone like a candle blown out in the wind. He showed us what he was that night, fangs elongating as he bit into mamá’s delicate neck. The bastard didn’t even kill her quickly. We stood frozen in horror as he nearly drank her dry. Mariana was the one that shook me and said we needed to run before we were next. We ran, but we weren’t next.

Overnight, Lux went from being a kidnapping survivor to the unstable, obsessive, jealous madwoman everyone whispered about. Meanwhile, Lorenzo and Bianca were effortlessly recast as the innocent victims, unfairly harassed and slandered by her. Sometimes, conversations from passing visitors drifted through the hallway outside her room. "I heard Donna Antara lost her mind and started accusing her own sister." "The Don really has terrible luck. His wife survived and came back alive, only to lose her sanity. And now Miss Bianca lost the baby too." "But he's still willing to stay by her side and take care of her. Lorenzo really is devoted."

Only after an entire day did Xie Qingyun and the others arrived, looking grimy and unkempt like beggars. "Where is Kong Changcun?" Asked Yue Jingchou curiously. "Dead." Chu Xun's lips twisted wryly. Yue Jingchou was shocked. "What! Did the Giant Lizard Races or the rattlesnakes kill him?" Logically speaking, the Giant Lizard Races and the rattlesnakes were never a match for the Assembly of Immortals and alien races. Chu Xun said, "Kong Changcun lost an arm and could hardly defend himself. His death was not a surprise."

He clenched his fist and counted three seconds in his mind. One two Three! Jackylyn screamed when she rushed and fought one on one with the four men but because she also had a wound on her side and these people were not casual, she was immediately knocked down by the four. He was on his knees and holding back from screaming in pain when one of them broke both of his hands. Fuck! "I told you young man, you will die at my own hands." Old Don stood up and every step it took approaching his habit indicated his death.

“You were the one the Don loved most. You have to live on for him.” I opened my mouth to offer some empty platitude, but a line of blood-red text exploded in front of my eyes. It wasn't a hallucination. The words floated above Leo’s head like a neon sign. 【Give me a break. This guy’s a terrible actor. Raphael is in Colombia right now, sunbathing with his side piece.】 I blinked hard. The text was still there, and now it was scrolling. 【Wake up, girl! The coffin's empty! He faked his death! The scumbag ran off to be with that scheming bitch chloe, the one pretending to be sick!】

“The story’s over. When the curtain falls, the lead should be standing center stage.” “A Don can be a tyrant, but he can never be a clown. I won’t accept life in prison.” He looked at me for a long, long time, his eyes going distant. “Charlotte. I’m sorry. By the time I realized I was wrong, it was already too late. I’m sorry...” Then he jammed the gun into his mouth and pulled the trigger. Red and white spattered the wall behind him. The picture frame slipped from his hand and fell to the floor.

(Third person’s POV) In the meeting room, they were still chatting away, as though they'd just walked out of anything but a sad funeral. Lucian didn't sit. He stood before the head of the table, his face frighteningly cold. "Don, our condolences. The Donna's death was an accident." "Right. Who'd have known she was that fragile." "All anyone did was say a few words. It's hardly some big—" Before the man could finish, Lucian raised his hand.

"But let's start with the villa." Sofia nodded, trying to ignore the heat radiating from Luca's body. "Right. The villa. What's our next move?" Before Luca could respond, Giulia burst into the kitchen, her hair disheveled and eyes wild. "You two need to see this," she said, waving her phone. They gathered around the small screen, watching in horror as a news report played. The headline scrolled across the bottom: "Moretti Empire Crumbles: Don Luca Moretti Accused of Murder."

Marco stormed in, followed by a team of Vexille's most elite, their faces grim and merciless. "Don!" Marco rushed to my side, cut the ropes with a knife, and dropped to one knee. "Forgive me for being late." I rubbed my sore wrists and slowly stood up. "How... how did you get here so fast?" my father trembled, staring in disbelief. Of course, he wouldn't know. I had anticipated this trap before I even stepped through the door. Marco looked to me for orders. "Don, how do we handle them?" I looked down at these three people, my so-called "family," and the last flicker of warmth in my heart died out.

I couldn't dare to see the blood that was drowning the floor. "Señorita!" it was Donna... she was the one who fired a gun. She came to me and tried to take my hands off my face, but I shook my head. I thought I was brave and strong enough to witness such crimes, but I was wrong. "Señorita, it's all right now. Franco Gonzales is dead!"