Don Quijote Novels & Stories

To repay Victor for saving my life, I gave up a brilliant career as one of America's finest neurosurgeons and willingly became his trophy wife. For seven years, Victor lavished money on me and treated me with bone-deep tenderness. Yet his obsessive rules suffocated me. Every other week, I had to subject my scalp to agonizing bleach treatments to keep my hair icy platinum. I had to bathe in a discontinued Venetian white iris perfume. And I had to wear a fake beauty mark at the corner of my right eye. I once mistook it all for the obsessive devotion of a Mafia Don. Then, on the eve of our wedding of the century, I found a wall covered with portraits of another woman. The measurements of my gow

“Well done, old man. For once you weren’t trying to trick me.” “So now, what’s next?” He turned to Don Lorenzo, undoing his suit button. He crouched down in front of him. “Lesson time. By the way, it’s a pleasure to be in the same room with you, sir. So, if one wants to be a legendary true Don like you, he should never go back on his word, right?” Dante asked. “That’s where the stories and teachings of the legendary Don Lorenzo” he added, twirling the handle of his gun.

For some strange reason, one of those Russian fools had found it wise to trail after me, or so I thought. Only when we'd blown a hole in the middle of his head, did we go through his stuff to figure out who he was. He was a nobody with a chronic drinking problem,but that didn't mean I was going to single him out though. The chances that he was a decoy for the opposition was still high, but it didn't exactly matter because he was dead, and unless my enemies were into witchcraft, then I didn't see how they could get any information out of the dead bastard. I'd taught him a lesson, but something about the silence up here was louder than the screams down there.

I examined her calmly, my gaze showing no recognition. “And you are?” I asked. Sophia narrowed her eyes at me viciously. “Don’t play dumb!” Her voice was filled with resentment. “Vincent went through hell in prison in the last few years. The Bilottis are finished, and the Colleo family lies in ruin. Yet you are, an heiress to the Mancinis!” “Ms. Mancini, do you know her?” Janna asked. “I don’t.” I tried to withdraw my arm.

"Isabella, don't be angry. I'm going to explain everything." "Three years ago, I went after Vivian. She turned me down." "For her image, she demanded I give up being the Don. I couldn't do that." "She got vicious. Said if I weren't a Don, no woman would ever love me." "I wanted to prove her wrong. To get back at her. So I..." He trailed off, like the rest hurt to say. I clenched my teeth. My voice came out poisonous. "So the noble Don Angelo decided to throw his love at some peasant girl, Isabella."

In reaction to his statement, I nodded. “I’ll be the first to acknowledge that I was trying to test you, but I can tell you’re not completely insane even though you don’t seem to be very smart, as seen by your unwillingness to explain what happened to our millions of dollars, so pardon me while I test your ability to think coherently.” My men laughed out loud when I called Santiago out. “I merely intended to act in my family’s and my own best interests.” He made a statement. “In opposition to the Vikings?”

He is a nightmare. The king of the underground, They call him Don king. also, a business Mogul on the surface. He got away with anything he does legal or illegal because the Government respect or more like fear him, they stay out of his way. No force team dare to stand in his way down from the cops to the FBI. He is a second God on Earth. But what could such a man be in our conversation. "Huh?" "For Christ’s sake Ava, you are getting married to Vincenzo Isaac Alfonso." Tricia screamed, even I am startled from her outburst, then recover only to remain frozen in place.

She looked every bit the smart and professional woman that she was. She would only occasionally touch her abdomen, her eyes gleaming with a motherly pride. The tension was razor sharp on the negotiation table. The Don of the Cecilia family was Valentino Cecilia. According to the rumors, he was even more ruthless and bloodthirsty than Lorenzo. He was a master of more than half of Oropa's weapons shipping routes, a true king of the sea lanes. Lorenzo brought with him his best interpreter, who failed at the worst possible moment.

"From the smile on your face, I will assume you are aware of the reason." "You are right. I know the reason and you should too, after all, that is a key factor in this game we are playing. I came here for that sole reason." Draven remarked, bedazzled at his assistant's cluelessness. "I'm sorry boss, but I don't think I understand what's being said." His assistant remarked, flashing a sheepish grin. He stepped back, to avoid getting smacked. "The traitor is alleged to have killed the Don's mother. The Don believed his mouth was killed by her father, so he is probably seeking revenge for the death of his mother.

Your eyes soon hover to the words written just at the top corner of the page and when you sink the piece of information, you freeze. "...After seven long years of training outside the Country. We're glad to announce the second son of our beloved King Darwin Jack and her Highness the Queen Liza Yuan Cohen, and the heir to the throne, Prince Zale Felix Cohen, has finally returned back to his precious country."