Don Regret 소설 & 이야기

He poured all his energy into the foundation and medical research to fill the void in his heart. He didn't expect the gods to hear his prayer. On the last day of the summit, Vincenzo was one of the main speakers. The audience clapped loudly when they found out that the mysterious "Mr. Graham" — who was rumoured to never appear in public — was actually a handsome man in his early thirties. As he finished his speech and stepped down from the podium, he looked around the back of the hall. Instantly, his whole body froze. Not far away, a familiar silhouette passed by. He slowly turned his head to follow it, and his eyes instantly welled up. He didn't dare blink, afraid the moment would vanish li

Lucien yelled and Don Luciano laughed like he had just cracked a joke. For some unknown reasons, his laughter sent shivers down my spine as they echoed around the whole room. "I don't need a prep-talk from a boy, barely man enough to treat his wife right? Didn't you abandon Aria for your slutty secretary and oh! that reminds, punish her for the death of your ex-wife, when she absolutely had nothing to do with it?" Don Luciano inquired as he brought out a cigar from the case in his hand, before lighting it up and puffing out the smoke in the face of his son.

“I’m sorry for what happened. I’m sorry for putting your life in danger. I never meant for any of this to touch you.” My stomach twisted. “Oh my god, you do know her.” He nodded once, it was slow and miserable. “Who is she?” “Her name is Donna Sofia.” He spoke the name like it tasted bitter. “She’s married to one of the old bosses, Don Moretti. Back when Don Antonio adopted me, Don Moretti and Antonio were partners, they were thick as thieves.” He paused, rubbed his thumb across his knuckles like the motion could erase what came next.

"No one is allowed to provide housing or employment to my wife. Anyone who violates this will face expulsion from the Pierce family." After doing all this, Dante sat in my empty bedroom, his face full of pain. "Enough of this, Lily. Come back. If you don't come back, I'm really going to marry someone else tomorrow!" The day before the wedding, he drank and muttered to himself while staring at the blank white wall. Just then his phone rang. It was Andrew who called him. "Don, I've successfully restored your wife's deleted accounts. I've sent you the login credentials." Dante was overjoyed and immediately logged into my social media account.

I told him. Barely had the words come out of my mouth and he was already shaking his head. “You see, Chase Maddox, that is where you have gotten it all wrong,” Donny said. “First of all, we have a lot to discuss about; a lot of catching up to do, and secondly, you owe me,” he added. “Owe you what?” I asked him angrily. “Quite a number of things,” Donny said. “You must have lost your mind,” I snarled at him. “And I will be damned if I let you come anywhere close to Derrick again,” I said.

From her, I learned what had happened to Adrian. He had never remarried. After returning from New York, he lost all interest in business, and the Moretti empire soon fell apart. He eventually returned to an ordinary life. The ocean breeze brushed my face as my thoughts drifted. Onshore, reporters had camped through the night for the chance to photograph me. Others spent fortunes trying to win my favor. No one could replace me now. And the road ahead would only grow brighter.

My husband, Lucien Moretti, had some last-minute trouble at the docks to deal with, so I had to attend the underground auction alone. I didn't expect to run into my ex, Damon Vesper—the man I was supposed to marry five years ago. The man who chose the woman who put my mother in a coma over me. The moment I raised my paddle for my mother's emerald brooch, he raised his against mine. The room laughed, whispered, sneered. They thought I was the same desperate fool chasing a man who'd never loved me. But I wasn't there for him. I was there for the truth—the truth hidden inside that brooch. The truth that would expose the accident that destroyed my family as the murder it always was. And when his

He was one of the few people who genuinely cared about my well-being without any hidden motives. "Joe?" I asked, frowning slightly. "What are you talking about?" "I just saw the public press notification your firm published five minutes ago!" Joe shouted over the line, his voice thick with frustration and disbelief. "Erica, tell me it's a mistake. Why did you agree to defend the most dangerous mafia lord in this entire city? Do you have any idea about all his crimes in the past?"

“I wasn’t being disrespectful. I’m very grateful to them. Just don’t see why we have to stand around a fucking hole in the floor to show them that respect.” Eoghan, who was like Da, a goddamn eidetic, didactic freak, interrupted, “Donahue’s was a closed casket ceremony. So was Rogan’s.” Conor’s smile turned smug and he slapped Eoghan upside the head in retaliation. Eoghan would probably only allow us and Finn to ever do that without trying to do damage to a part of the other man’s body. Everyone knew Eoghan had a fetish for kneecaps.

The debt he mentioned at his estate dinner? Yes, things had been... patchy last week. But everything was back to normal now. The staff were back. The cars. The paintings. I went on a limitless shopping spree this morning—for fun. So... what wasn’t adding up? My face must have shown how confused I was because Malcolm turned to Wilbet and said, “Well, Willy boy, care to tell the class what’s going on?” Still no answer. But a muscle ticked in Wilbet’s jaw. He was clearly annoyed.