Don T Save Her Novels & Stories

"No need to worry, Don Valeri. I'm just a secretary." For a brief moment, his chest seemed to tighten. He stepped into the rain and gripped my hand. "Tonight was my fault, but I can't lose Sofia. Whatever you've suffered, I'll make it right. Don't be stubborn." I yanked my hand free and took a few steps back. My voice was calm and flat. "Don Valeri, you must be joking. How could I ever be cross with you or Ms. Costa? I was naive before and didn't know my place. From now on, I'll remember I'm just your secretary and won't disturb you again. Are you satisfied?"

After everything she just said, for some reason, this was the question that came out. "So you remember your place," she says with a malicious smile. "Now, no more questions. I've heard you cum enough times through the wall, I want to see it for myself." She picks up the pace with her fingers and I'm attacked by a new wave of sensations. I wish I had time to think and decide what would ensure my survival. I don't know if I should give her what she wants or if I even could. I don't even know how I would decide the best course of action because I don't understand how Valentina's brain works. She obviously has a few screws loose. I would assume she was some kind of sociopath, but beyond knowing

At one point, I even considered abandoning the case and refunding all the fees. Their bond was simply too deep. How was I supposed to make someone who had lost the love of their life bravely accept the truth? Perhaps the only way would be for the deceased to stand in front of her and say, "Wake up, accept reality, open your eyes." Only then might it be possible. The absurd thought surfaced in my mind, and I immediately suppressed it because at that very moment, Sloane slowly opened her eyes. The first thing she said was, "I’m back."

Once again, Rossi stayed out all night with Bianca Moretti. When I confronted him, he had me confined to my room. That was when I learned to be good. When I caught him on a date with Bianca, I no longer demanded answers like a madwoman. When Bianca stole the spotlight at a banquet, I willingly poured her wine and faded into the background. I would even hand over the Donna position I had dreamed of to her. All because I had been reborn. In my previous life, once his first love returned, the Don I loved had eyes for no one but Bianca. I fought with him again and again, wearing down what little affection he had left, and all it earned me was his disgust. In the end, to secure the Family's inter

Jeremy, his assistant, had been on high speed, and it was by sheer luck that the cadillac didn't climb over her. Before he left the ward, he cast one last look at her. He saw her open her eyes and look around. She had the bluest eyes he had ever seen, like the colour of the ocean. When she looked towards him, he turned away and exited the room abruptly. He had done the right thing by saving her and covering her hospital expenses. But he couldn't let her see him. He couldn't risk the press discovering it. Imagine the headlines– Billionaire CEO and most sought-after bachelor, Derek Donovan, heroically saves helpless woman from impending car crash.

I stuttered, staring at Donovan right back. I clenched my fists, fear tightening in my chest as my heart raced. “A young man named Aiden Hale saved her,” someone said. “Aiden Hale?” I echoed, swallowing hard. “Who is he?” “He is the young man you met at your…at her house the other time,” Donovan answered, jealousy visible in his eyes. “You mean the young man I saw while I went to ask her for a second chance rescued her from Katty and Gloria?” I asked repeatedly. “Yes,” Donovan answered, his eyes still fixed on me.

She turned to the door when he grabbed her by the arm, a little tightly. “I said you stay,” he gritted his teeth and said. “No.” Donna defiantly refused. Jealousy had blinded her so much that she forgot that Casper just saved her life but Casper wasn't going to make it easy for her as well. “Then you give me no choice.”

"I think he already knows what's going on." I managed to suppress a groan. Couldn't she just cooperate and show me the way to him now? "I assure you, though he may know of the attack, but he doesn't know how serious it is. I can stop this, but I need to find where he is right now." Theresa folded her arms as though trying to decide whether to believe me or not. "Please, we don't have all day," I told her, wishing she would just hurry up. Finally, she sighed. "I'm only doing this because I don't want to lose my job like I definitely will when Don dies. Otherwise, I would be at peace with the concept of him dying."

she sat down beside her "It's nothing more than that, right?" Beverly kept mute. "Answer me,Beverly? The..the Don didn't..didn't force himself on you,did he??" her eyes welled up with tears "Please tell me he didn't" "He didn't." answered Beverly and Layla heaved a sigh of relief "But..are you sure? You never got to tell me the details." Beverly lifted her head. "Someone saved me." "Who? Does he work for the Don?" "Yes"

she asks. There it is. The question. Did Daddy save you? I look at Dante. His eyes are fixed on the blanket, lashes low. I could say yes. Full stop. Simple. But her mind is a sharp little thing. And I don’t want to build our story on half‑truths she’ll have to unlearn. “He did,” I say. “He saved her from the very bad man and the very bad papers.” Relief flashes across her face. “But,” I add gently, “he also made mistakes.”