Don Let

When war orphan Alexei Volkov flees Russia to Belgium, survival means stealing scraps until a mob nearly burns him alive. Rescued by Lucien Devereux, the ruthless Capo of Brussels’ underworld, Alexei is thrust into a world of blood, secrets, and power. Trained as an assassin and spy, he becomes indispensable—until a mystical ring from his uncle in India makes every man who sees him fall hopelessly in love. Soon, the Capo, the Mayor, the Police Inspector, and even the Governor crave for him. Is it love or a curse? And in a city drowning in obsession, who will Alexei choose?

I'm ten years older than Vincenzo Corleone. He had just turned 23 years old when he took over the Corleone family as the patriarch. A hint of teenage childishness could still be seen etched onto his youthful features. I was the one who held his hand and helped him calm the turbulence of his family affairs. I blocked three assassination attempts that were made on him. I used five years of my life to help him grow from a useless scion into the fearsome don who wielded the utmost authority in Nowork's underworld. Once, Vincenzo had embraced me in the church. He rested his forehead against my palm as he swore, "Age, identity, or the world's viewpoint of us will never stop us from being together, Freya. I will protect you with my life." But after that, he told his older brother, Marco Corleone, "Freya is too old. She's already 38 years old; I can practically smell the rot of age rolling off her. Even the crinkles in her smile disgust me to no end." Some time later, Vincenzo found himself a mistress who bore some resemblance to me. She was young and vibrant—like a white rose who had never experienced the ugly side of society. While Vincenzo gave me the title of the Donna of the Corleone family, he reserved his gentle, doting, and even passionate side for the mistress named Lina Marino. Vincenzo thinks he can pull everything off flawlessly. What he forgets is that the reason why I can establish my reputation in the underworld isn't because of his protection. I've been relying on my ruthlessness and my sharp sixth sense this whole time. When I slam the signed divorce agreement onto the spot before Vincenzo, I say with a smile, "You've fought by my side for so many years, so you should know very well that I can afford to go for high-stakes risks and withdraw my chips whenever needed. "But once I lose, someone here has to pay the price!"

As the plane was going down, we discovered one of the parachutes was defective. In that life-or-death moment, Eugene Shaw handed me the last working parachute. I made it to the ground, but my illegitimate sister, Sharon Cook, was lost in the crash, her remains never recovered. After our rescue, Eugene kept his word and married me, fulfilling our engagement. The wedding was extravagant, but our marriage was a complete disaster. For six years, he lived with a searing hatred, convinced I was responsible for Sharon’s death. To him, I was a villain, and my life became a living hell. When we finally reached the end of our toxic marriage, Eugene dragged me back to the site of the crash, choosing to end both our lives in a twisted act of vengeance. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on that fateful day, just before the crash. This time, I decided to give the chance of survival to the person he loved most.

On the fifth year after marrying Giovanni Santoro, the Don of the Santoro family, he decides to make a public appearance with his mistress, Valentina Conti. He no longer denies the truth behind the romantic scandals. Videos of them that have been taken in secret, as well as salacious gossip featuring the two, are spread like wildfire in New Albion. It's an act of declaring ownership over Giovanni that he himself has silently permitted. There are even busybodies who don't know their place and decide to prod me for answers with smiles on their faces. "Does this mean someone else is going to replace you as the Donna of the family?" That night, the underworld of New Albion secretly goes through a thorough purge. I file for a divorce with Giovanni immediately before marrying his biggest enemy, Franco Messina. After that, the Santoro family goes into bankruptcy. Their power and authority easily crumble into dust. Giovanni kneels before me. With tears running down his face, he begs me for forgiveness. I just smile while waving the divorce agreement in my hand. "Sorry, but we're already divorced."

Le salvé la vida a Don Stefano Marino, de la familia Marino. En el momento en que una bala estaba a punto de alcanzarlo, fui yo quien lo protegió con mi cuerpo. Debido a la deuda de vida que tenía conmigo, Stefano decidió que sería yo quien se casara con él, en lugar de mi hermana mayor, Anna Costa, en la alianza matrimonial. Pero en nuestra noche de bodas, Stefano prefirió beber hasta quedar inconsciente en algún lugar de la ciudad antes que consumar nuestro matrimonio conmigo. Como una tonta ingenua, pensé que algún día sería capaz de derretir su corazón de hielo con mi amor. Pero no habían pasado ni cinco años cuando Stefano regresó con un niño que se parecía a él y a Anna. —Anna ha sufrido tremendamente durante su tiempo en el extranjero mientras intentaba criar a su hijo sola. Necesito compensárselo. Entonces, Stefano me entregó el acuerdo de divorcio. —Has acaparado el puesto de Donna durante muchos años. Es hora de que se lo devuelvas a ella. Solo entonces descubrí que, en realidad, Stefano había pasado esa noche con Anna, la misma noche de nuestra boda. Saqué el informe de embarazo con el que pensaba sorprender a Stefano, solo para que él lo rompiera en mil pedazos. —No necesito otro hijo. Una vez que esas frías palabras cayeron, me enviaron por la fuerza al quirófano, donde sufrí un sangrado intenso después, lo que resultó en mi muerte y la de mi bebé no nacido. Cuando desperté de nuevo, vi a Stefano, que estaba a punto de recibir un disparo. Esta vez, empujé a Anna en su dirección.

Five years into my marriage to the Don, Ives Moretti, he left me for dead during a shootout to get his mistress, Isabella, to safety. I woke up three days later in a private hospital room. No apology. Ives was cold. “You’re my wife. You knew the risks. Stop being so dramatic.” Then, he added, “Isabella’s different. She’s fragile. She needed me.” That was followed by three months of the silent treatment. Like always, he expected me to be the one to break, to come crawling back begging for forgiveness. Three months later, I handed the Irish deal to Isabella on a silver platter. The big one I’d spent half a year building myself. Ives thought it was a peace offering. He smiled, a rare, genuine thing these days. “I knew you’d come around. As a reward, we’ll go to Vegas. I know you’ve always wanted to go.” The next day, Isabella whined about being bored, and he broke his promise. He took her to Vegas instead. Told me it was “urgent family business.” This time, I didn’t cry. Didn’t make a scene. Ives was pleased I was being so understanding. He had no idea I was already cutting all ties to the Moretti family. That he’d already signed the divorce papers. I was free.

"Making you my Luna is the one thing I’ll always be ashamed of!" On our third anniversary, my husband, Alpha Keegan, brought his mistress home. He served her the dinner I cooked and asked her to live with us. I was the Luna, but I was just a ghost in his life. Then came the twist that shattered my world: she’s pregnant with his child. When an "accident" threatens her life, his cruelty becomes absolute. He doesn't want me; he just wants my rare, "golden blood". He orders me to become her living blood bank to "ensure Sienna and the baby's health". His final plan? To replace me as Luna. He thought I was just a weak Omega he could discard. He forgot I was once his strongest warrior. "I, Lilian Harrington, reject you as my mate and my husband." I'm done. But he refuses to sign the divorce papers, determined to keep his possession. He thinks I'll have nowhere to go. He's about to find out what happens when the warrior he cast aside is offered a new life by his biggest rival.

Peggy Flannery, the new recruit who's being mentored by my husband, Eugene Shaw, insists on practicing how to carve words onto a patient's heart. It so happens that my mother-in-law has suffered from a sudden heart attack. So, I quickly take her to the hospital so that Eugene, who's also known as a genius surgeon, can save her life. Unbeknownst to me, Eugene is quick to entrust my mother-in-law to Peggy, who has barely joined the hospital for three days, so that she can practice her carving on her. Peggy is very careless with her strength. When she's in the middle of carving something onto my mother-in-law's heart, she accidentally punctures a heart valve, resulting in my mother-in-law's instant death. Once the death happens, Peggy wails to Eugene, "That hag is really frail and delicate! I'm not even done carving my name onto her heart! What should I do now?" Eugene wipes her tears away gently. There's heartbreak in his eyes as he says, "It's fine. No one will be able to bully you with me around." Once Eugene exits the operating theater, he declares that the surgery is a failure and that I should start preparing the funeral matters. Unable to accept reality, I grab him by the shoulders and keep questioning him. "Isn't this just a minimally invasive surgery? How did Mom die just like that? I want to see the surgical footage!" But Eugene responds by slapping me angrily. "Your mom is already old, to begin with! How dare you pin the blame on others when her frail and weak body is the main cause of her death! I haven't even begun to settle the score with you for giving Peggy such a huge fright! "Hurry up and sign the letter of forgiveness! If this incident does affect Peggy in any way, I'll file for a divorce right away!" Needless to say, I'm so furious that I can't even utter a single word after hearing Eugene's shameless words. Does he seriously think that my mother is the one who's dead? I merely chuckle icily in return. "Honestly speaking, you have more right to sign the letter of forgiveness than I do."

J'avais été mariée à Alexander pendant trois ans. Tout le monde craignait sa cruauté, mais avec moi, il avait toujours été d'une douceur incroyable. Mais depuis qu'Elena avait pris une balle pour lui lors d'une fusillade il y a six mois, tout avait changé. Il répétait toujours qu'elle avait été blessée en le sauvant, alors je devais me montrer compréhensive. Lors du gala le plus prestigieux de la famille, mon mari — le Don, Alexander — est arrivé avec sa secrétaire, Elena, à son bras. Sur sa poitrine était épinglée la broche en rubis qui symbolisait la position de la Donna de la famille. « Elena a pris une balle pour moi. Elle aimait cette broche, alors je la lui ai prêtée pour un moment. Quoi qu'il en soit, tu restes la seule Donna ici. Essaie de montrer un peu de classe. » Je ne me suis pas disputée avec lui. J'ai simplement retiré mon alliance et j'ai sorti les papiers du divorce : « Puisqu'elle l'aime tant, elle peut l'avoir. Y compris cette place à tes côtés. J'y renonce aussi. » Alexander a signé sans la moindre hésitation, un sourire froid aux lèvres. « Quel genre de stratagème manipulateur es-tu encore en train de jouer ? Tu es une orpheline, séparée de ta famille ; tu ne survivras pas trois jours en Sicily. J'attendrai que tu reviennes me supplier. » J'ai sorti un téléphone crypté que je n'avais pas utilisé depuis trois ans. Alexander ne savait pas que j'étais en réalité la fille de la plus ancienne famille mafieuse d'Europe. Mais ma famille et celle d'Alexander avaient toujours été ennemies. Pour l'épouser, j'avais changé de nom et même avais rompu tout lien avec mon père et mes frères. L'appel s'est connecté. J'ai pris une profonde inspiration et j'ai murmuré : « Papa, je regrette. Envoie quelqu'un me chercher dans deux semaines. »

He didn't bid for her, yet snatched her away from the highest bidder. Not only that, he killed them all. And Just like that, Rena's savior showed her a glimpse of his dark world. She should have taken to her heels, run away from him as fast as she could, but no, she had nowhere to go. On one side of her world, was her boyfriend, Roland, and his girlfriend, Soni, who put her up for sale in the first place, like a commodity. They killed her mother and ruined her life, and Rena was sure they would be waiting to catch her again. And, on the other side of her world, the highest bidder's gang might go looking for her to settle scores. Her surest bet was to go with her savior, whom she didn't even know his name. He has two conditions for saving her: win his daughter over and become his wife, or be returned to the wolves who wanted to tear her apart. To Rena, It was an easy task. She was good with kids… Except that her savior’s daughter wasn't a kid, she was Soni, her mortal enemy! Rena vowed for vengeance, but how would she seek vengeance when her savior loves his daughter a little too much? "Three days, Mr. Kaan, give me three days and I'll make you fall in love with me. Then, you'll have a reason to keep me," Rena promised. However, he looked down at her, shaking his head, he replied. "I don't fall in love... Make me obsessed with you, little kitten. The more obsessed I am, the harder it will be to let you go." He paused, lifting her jaw with a finger, "If you do, I might let you seek your revenge on Soni and Roland."