Novelas y relatos de Don Regret

She slid a seven-figure check across the table without bothering to pretend it was anything other than what it was. “This is enough for you and your mother to live comfortably for the rest of your lives. All you have to do is leave Dante.” I said no. She studied me for a long moment, the way you look at something you can't get rid of, then stood up and left me with one line: “You'll regret this.” When Dante found out, he got down on his knees in front of me and held my hands. “Two more years, Mia. When I'm officially Don, every single person in this family will call you their Donna.”

"When you were looking at that magazine, your eyes were glued to this ring. Couldn't look away." "So I bought it for you." There was a smile playing at the corner of his mouth. He had no idea I'd only stared at the ring so he could pay off his debt faster. The cold of the diamond crept up my finger and into my chest. I shivered. But he didn't need my help. Did he? The voice on the phone had just called him Don. The Angelo I knew was a broke kid drowning in mob debt. What a joke. "Three whole years," My voice came out cold. "A Don playing dirt-poor with me. Was it fun?"

His body arched off the table. Nothing. "Again! Clear!" This time the monitor beeped. Irregular, but there. I exhaled and my hands finally started shaking. The door opened and a woman walked in. Tall, elegant, wearing heels that cost more than my rent. "Dr. Rosabella Romano. Neurosurgeon." Her eyes scanned the wound. "L1 vertebra. Clean stabilization work. You know what you're doing." "Can you fix it?" "Here? No. But I can prevent further damage until we relocate him.

No more late-night spirals about dropping out. I let out a long, shaky breath and leaned back in the chair, closing my eyes for a second. Relief washed over me like cool water—sharp, almost painful. Darrell had actually done it. He’d submitted the “correction” form, claimed it was a grading error on his end, and the department had bought it. They’d even sent him a mild reprimand email (I saw the thread in the system logs somehow). He took the hit so I didn’t have to.

"That body's not bad at all. Who knew Signora Calvetti was so hot..." "Wonder if I can get a piece of her tonight. I'd pay top dollar!" "One dollar." Domenico's voice rang out again, drowning out all the noise. "The original copies of these photos, along with this woman's services for tonight. One dollar gets you both." His words were the final straw that broke me completely. I shook my head desperately, tears mixing with blood streaming down my face. "Domenico... please don't... I'm begging you, don't do this..."

When I walked out of the hospital clutching the miscarriage report, dazed and hollow, my husband Enzo called. "Feeling any better? I'll send a car for you. Corinne, you know that as my Donna, you have to follow the family rules. I can't bend them just because of your old stomach issues." "And don't blame Elara. She was only doing what she was told." I answered flatly, "Okay." He laughed. "That's my good girl." What Enzo didn't know was that it wasn't just a stomachache. I'd lost the baby. Three hours earlier, when the pain had become unbearable and I tried to leave, Elara had stopped me: "Ten more minutes, Corinne. You shouldn't put Enzo in a difficult position over something so trivial." En

Finally, Marco stepped back, straightening his suit. "You're as stubborn as your mother," he said, a mix of pride and frustration in his voice. "Just remember, Sofia. In this world, there are no heroes. Only survivors." With that, he turned and left, leaving Sofia alone with her thoughts and the lingering scent of his expensive cologne. She sank back into her chair, her heart racing. She knew her father was involved in some shady dealings, but his reaction to her case against the Morettis was... unsettling. There was more going on here than she realized.

Given his usual appearance and the fact that he never repeated a vehicle, people were more likely to lean towards the debt narrative. Donovan was in a tight spot, how else was he going to find her? He even told Darby Salmon he was gay saying it was their secret. She broke up with him immediately but he knew she could keep his fake secret and if she didn’t, he had more of hers to share. The phony campaign was finally over but he felt weak and helpless even if he had done the right thing. “You ready?” Kenny asked. “Yeah,” Donovan responded. Frank Dubel was to be sworn in at midnight. The last thing they wanted to do was to watch the news.

I would have facepalmed if I could. "Get the news of Don's fucking murder out of the news. I don't want any investigation to start." "Not like there would be," she scoffed. "Let's just say Don didn't have many fans, so no one is really crying over him." Sure, no one was yet until some people started to. I wasn't going to wait till that happened before taking action. "Just do your job, Claire. You might as well do the one thing you know how to do well."

"With all due respect, I don't want that. I'm no longer a boy. I and my wife have made a decision-" "A stupid decision." Ronald snapped. "Our personal decision." Donovan corrected, his stony gaze matching Ronald's in a heated moment of confrontation, marking the beginning of a confrontation that could either end in peace or jeopardy.