Daniel Le Domas Novelas e Histórias

Both patiently waiting for the time. That is if there ever would be such a time. "Ah...yes, and don't forget East Gates seems to have the most beautiful slaves and handsome warriors. However, did you do that Xrysos? I envy you." Dominic the firstborn son and the Lord over the House Of Sells business since their father stepped down three years ago. Dominic was also of the same age as Xrysos a great friend and a very fine man. He is married with two sons and the first son was seated alongside his father.

“ I am so happy for both of you. I never thought I would see the day Nikolai would love anyone as much he loved his work, you know. We were all shocked to see him married. “ He said. I knew he was referring to the other dons. He and Esposito were the only dons we had invited to our second wedding. “ Really? “I asked, remembering what Viv had said. She had said almost the same thing. “ Yes. I hope my son has the same fate. “ Romano said. Instinctively, we both looked to where he was to see him dancing with Corinna. They were laughing, much to our surprise. We expected to see them flirting. I was just as shocked as Romano. “ Who is that girl Maximo? “ Romano asked. “ Corinna. She is my assista

We stopped and turned around. “Mr. Daniel Poleo… What a pleasant surprise,” Samil smirked waiting for the man to come closer. “Long time no see,” the man smiled then glanced at me confused. “This is Kassandra Eder, my girlfriend. Kassandra, this is Daniel Poleo, Sirio Corporation's board member, the Marketing Director, and… Delia's younger brother,” Samil introduced us. “Nice to meet you,” I bowed politely. “Pleasure to meet you too…” Daniel smiled nervously then gazed at Samil, “So I guess… the rumors are true… You broke your engagement with Camilla Artois…”

DANIEL'S POINT OF VIEW "I've made a decision," I declared, my voice echoing off the walls. "From today, I… Daniel Gomez… owner of DG Limited, cut all ties with Amaya Gomez and Rachel Gomez. You're no longer my family." My mother's eyes widened in shock as she spoke frantically, "What? You can't do that to us, Daniel! All because of that maid? We are your family!" "Watch me," I said firmly, my voice cold.

Typed a new message for Daniel Blackwood. "Mr. Daniel, I need to report a serious incident. Mrs. Helen apparently took photos of injuries on Mrs. Alina's face without permission. These photos will likely be sent to outside parties to harm you and the family. I've confiscated her phone. The photo evidence is still stored on the phone awaiting your instructions for further action."

Dom said as I ambled down the stairs, fastening the cufflinks of my white shirt. I wanted the morning to be silent after parading through the clubhouses last night. Well, peace for me was like a cold day in hell with Domenico Guerra as the herald of chaos. Dom’s hair was ruffled. There was blood smeared on the hems of his sleeves, which was odd, considering how posh he was, always in his upmarket clothes and expensive boots and watches. He kept his image in check because of his position as my advisor, the consigliere of the Vitale Empire, which was the second-most important position in Cosa Nostra.

He called gently and I looked at him as saliva gathered in my mouth while I tried to act natural. "Meet my brother, Viktor Sokolov." He introduced and it felt like a bucket of ice had been thrown onto me. 'This man was Viktor Sokolov?' I gasped as it now hit me why he looked so familiar. I had seen this man before on this news several times because he was a military soldier captain and it was nothing good. Mostly about him bombing other armies, sneaking an attack or planning a coup. A reporter had once said that the only difference between this man and a Black mamba was that this man could walk so what Don Luciano doing besides him?

Dax turned his head and nodded to the man. “Sarah, this is Dom, my beta. Dom, this is Princess Sarah, my mate.” Dom’s eyes got wide as he realized what happened with the bimbo. He was taller at 6’ 7” with light brown hair and brown eyes. He had a clean-shaven face with a more slick body type, but was still very muscular. “Dom, please show Sarah around while I go pack.” Dax didn’t even wait for an answer before walking off. “So…princess huh?” Dom stated lamely.

“I can't seem to recognize you.'' I responded, still staring at him. He flickered a big smile before speaking up, “I'm a DOM in the club.'' He announced with a smile. “A DOM?'' I asked again so that I would be sure I heard him right. “Yes, but we haven't really talked. Actually, I traveled and just came back to the country.'' He said with a friendly smile, which I returned. So many Doms were showing their faces to me and even confessing their identities to me, apart from DOM Tim, who was the only person keeping his identity away from me. “Nice meeting you.'' I brought forth my hand to him for a handshake, but he took it and placed gentle kisses on them.

I recount the things I know about Daniel. His last name is Ansdell, like Richard Ansdell, an English painter and printmaker. Is he a descendant of him? Is he from an English family? I don't think so. His accent is not British at all. I also know that he loves to cook, and he does it very well. Ah! Of course I am aware of how dedicated he is when it comes to training. As I was saying, such a perfect body was not just a product of genetics, but of hard and constant work.