Novelas y relatos de Don Regret

However, the Don is silent—reflecting. Only silence lingers on their mind right now as Angelito turns severe. At last, the horrifying Don comes back. “I still need to confirm,” he responded. Dennis breathes heavily when looking at him. “The possibilities are all here! Denver is the one you’ve been looking for, but you’ve destroyed his reputation. This is terrible!”

“They didn’t grow up together. There’s nothing weird about it.” “Okay, don’t get defensive,” Zara says. My mind races as they talk. Could that happen to my child? That’d be disturbing. It’s a one-in-a-million chance, but still. He’s the first donor I’ve liked—I want to stick with him. There’s no way my kid will meet their sibling, right? “Let’s begin the paperwork,” Harriet announces, interrupting my thoughts as she reenters. “We’re going with Donor 3757, correct?” I nod, glancing at her, then him. One in a million, but—

◇NO POV◇ Don is busy in company with his works, he decided to complete all the pending work as he needs to go on a trip for a week he is making sure everything that there'll not be any disturbance in the trip While he is busy in work, dhiren came inside, don smiled while looking at dhiren, he sat in the chair before and asked "what happened? Why you called me to come? Did something happened?" Don replied "I'm taking lamb on a trip for a week, take care of the company in my absence" dhiren nodded his head and said "don't worry I will look after the company"

"That's right. You braggart!" "I think he's just trying to get attention." Donny was not angry when he heard what the crowd had said. "I'm a straightforward and righteous man. I never talk big. If you don't believe me, I'll let you know today," he said, laughing.

“She dislikes burgers.” “You’re kidding.” He checked to see if she was. “What kind of kid doesn’t like burgers?” His partner shrugged. “She’s a special little girl.” Don Donati wore a dark Armani suit. His hair was combed back, neatly. He was fit and looked capable of taking most people in a fight. When he let the officers in, he sent his bodyguards away, knowing they were unneeded. “So Leroy is dead, huh? That’s a shame. Give Alfero my sympathies, will you? I heard he was fond of that one.”

I'm glad he understood at least. “Well I know this isn't a good time for you.” he concluded, “but I just wanted you to know that Robin has disappeared. No one has heard from him in a while. His father made public appearance where he has been complaining about his son. I honestly don't know what make of this.”

The doctor he had brought in was an accomplished specialist, but even he could not do anything! And this gigolo had somehow managed just that?! Still, Tony quickly reasoned, "Please, Mr. Ingram. There must be some sort of misunderstanding here…" "There's no misunderstanding," Donnie retorted coolly, glowering. "Your dignity or your family business. Now, choose." "What…" Tony was dumbfounded. He had just felt the wind in his sails a moment ago but was now forced to kneel to some frivolous brat?! He tried to reason again. "Mr. Ingram, I admit that I've made a mistake…"

A half-smile rested on his lips, like a rich kid watching a performance. When the coin clicked against the table, the entire room fell silent. He was the newly installed Don. He was young and already notorious for bathing traitors in blood. He spoke only a few times during the meeting. When he did, his tone sounded casual, almost bored, as if he were choosing a casino for later that night. No one dared miss a single word. I knew he was dangerous. I understood it with perfect clarity. Yet the moment the coin left his fingers, my heartbeat slipped completely out of control.

"News sure spreads fast." “It’s hard not to when Don Nero is tearing the city apart over it.” My eyebrow furrows. Why would Nero care if not for his selfish interest? My mind goes back to his words the other day. Or you think your measly thirty-day contract that ended four days ago is what is keeping me at away? Then what’s stopping him then? He can take what he wants. It isn’t like any protest from me will be able to stop him. Or is this supposed to be a he’s trying to respect my consent moment?

"Don White. What business do you have with my fiancée?" My eyes burned. I blinked hard. Vincent's face twisted. "Your fiancée?" He laughed—a sharp, ugly sound. "Ethan Stone. The fool. The idiot who can't even tie his own shoes. And now you're engaged to my Sophia?" He turned to me, eyes wild. "So this is it. This is why you won't come back. You found yourself a richer man. A fool with a bigger fortune." I didn't answer. I grabbed Ethan's hand and started walking toward the gate.