Don T Mess With Her Novels & Stories

It was a gorgeous yellow, ultra-short paired with a black- Mary Jane platform heels and silver-heart choker, she let her auburn hair dry and slightly curled it in beach curls, she wore a black turban to finish of the look and applied make-up. Obviously, she’s not contented, it’s her first date after all with a man she liked, not just with other man whom the organization command her to date for a show, so she’s looking for Blanche to give her advice. She fished her phone from her pouch and call Blanche. “Blanche!” But to her dismay, it’s not Blanche who answered the call. “Hello? Is this Misha? Misha! It’s me, Moss.” She stopped on whatever she’s doing and frown. “Where’s Blanche?”

She married him to save her father's life. He married her to settle a debt. Neither of them expected to fall in love. Isabella Romano never wanted this life. She grew up watching her father drown in debts he couldn't repay, surrounded by men who smiled while they threatened. She wanted freedom — a future she chose for herself. Instead, she got a wedding dress, a stranger's ring, and a debt paid in full through her own hand in marriage. Dante Moretti is the coldest don their world has ever feared. He took control of his family's empire at twenty-three and buried his heart alongside the woman he lost. To him, Isabella isn't a wife. She's a payment. A term in a contract he never wanted to

He was sitting in front of the table and smoking. "G-good afternoon po, sir," she greeted. "I came here, hoping if I could ask for a little help," the young woman said directly. The Don stood up, looking at her from head to toe. He was not yet satisfied and even went around while carefully examining Eleanor. Although uncomfortable, the young woman couldn't do anything. She just forced herself to be calm and wait for his answer. "You're beautiful. With just a little fix, you're already worth millions..." the Don commented in a whisper that made her raise an eyebrow and she didn't understand, but she also ignored it.

She is shaking with anger. “It’s ok, tesoro mio. I’ve got you.” I whisper to her and tilt her head up with my fingers under her chin. The tears are shining in her eyes and I kiss her. She whimpers and a sob breaks free as I deepen the kiss. When I break it, she is looking at me. I wipe my thumbs under her eyes and she exhales, holding my wrists. “Donna Bristol-Romano. What do you want us to do with him?” One of Boss Hamadas men has hold of Baron.

"And you can be such a monster hiding in sheep's clothing." She sighed. “I’m sorry I called you an idiot, but in my defense, women are not projects. That’s an insult,” she said, tapping her foot. "Are you going to let me help?" Riley opened the door all the way. “Fine,” He folded his arms across his chest. “How will you help me, then?” “You call her and put the phone on speaker. I will write out what you have to respond to her.” He nodded, smiling. “We have a deal then.”

So she might be in the kitchen. I directly walked into the kitchen to see her cutting vegetables, but her concentration was not on the vegetables. "You might be cut your finger," I said and hugged her behind. She jolted but relaxed when she saw it was me. She didn't utter any word instead of continued to cut the damn vegetables. "Sheila!" No response. "Sheila, baby!" No response. "Sheila!!!!" She turned her head and gave me a hard glare. "Look, I'm sorry. Please don't be mad at me." Oh, God! I can't bear if she stays mad at me the whole day.

She laughs. I know that laugh. I turn around and there were Tristan and Melannie. She wore a knitted beige sweatshirt, black ripped jeans, and suede boots. "Ace, there you are, I have been looking for you." She tells me. "Why? Miss me already?" I tease. "Keep dreaming." She rolls her eyes. Ouch. "So, where's Chloe?" I ask her. "Been looking for her, I see," She grins. Nope, been looking for you.

"I heard she's Don Ferraro's fiancée. Yikes, what a mess." "Why pity her? They call her La Pazza for a reason. She went after Sofia—his stepsister. Big mistake." "Any girl near the Don ends up wrecked. Poor Sofia..." I cracked my eyes open. One nurse froze, then bolted. "Doctor! Ms. Carlson's awake!" Adriano stormed in seconds later, eyes cold as ice. Sofia clung to his arm, smug as hell. "This is so you, Cassie," he said. "Always a burden."

That single word shattered what little pride I had left. I sank back into my chair. My legs could no longer hold me up. The whispers around me grew sharper. “So she is just an ex. I thought she was about to announce she is his wife or something.” “Please. Look at her, then look at Don Dante. She was never in his league.” “Imagine getting dumped and still putting on a show. Did she really think dating a Don meant she would become his Donna?” “She was only a toy to pass the time.” I stared down at my left hand. The diamond on my wedding ring caught the light from the chandelier above.

don stopped and asked "what you want say" she said "I wanna go to home sobb I want my mom sobbb" she is crying very bitterly don sighed and said "fine I will send you" she said "I will never comeback sobb into your life sobbb please let me go sobbb I will never say any of these to anyone sobbb I will go sobb far away" this time Don's anger triggered he went near her and made her to stand forcefully she pushed him aside and ran away to front room but the main door is locked