Don't Worry About Tomorrow Quotes

"....do you Mr Amber take Miss Lexy to be your wedded wife till the end of time?" I waited for a response, I was supposed to be standing in front of my husband to be, waiting for him to say yes and then get wedded to him for the rest of my miserable life,but guess what? It wasn't My husband to be in front of me, it was his best friend holding up his phone! My husband to be claimed he had important things to do and so he wouldn't make it hear in person! And so,he decided to do a voice -not video call!! "Yeah sure whatever", he said immediately and hung the phone. I paused first... realizing what just happened. And then the conclusion was done. I was doomed! ********* Being forced to marry a well feared and known gangster is bad, but not knowing who you're married to is worse! Lexy finds herself being forced to become the wife of a well known serial killer and Don of all Don's. She finds herself trapped in all angles as she realizes that she can't leave this marriage until one of them is dead, and she gladly puts herself on the front line to die first than spend her entire life with blood and guns all over again like her previous life. But her Don doesn't give up on her anytime soon no matter how infuriating she was and keeps his vow he made to her mother. Allowing herself to finally submit, she realizes her life is about to destroy ten times more than how it was before. Will she finally break from his charm over her, or will she stay and fight with the most feared gangster in the world, the Don of all Dons

Descubrieron a mi prometido con mi propia hermana la misma noche de nuestra fiesta de compromiso… en una bodega privada, cruzando todos los límites. Mi apellido quedó manchado. Mi nombre, arrastrado por el suelo. Y yo… convertida en la burla de toda la mafia de Chicago. Entonces, como salido de la oscuridad, apareció Don Lorenzo Falcone. Frente a todas las familias, sin titubear, me pidió matrimonio. Con una sola jugada, limpió mi honor… y selló una alianza mucho más peligrosa. Durante cuatro años, me trató como a una reina. Intocable. Intensa. Suya. Pero había algo que él no podía darme: un heredero. Una vieja herida lo condenaba. Hasta este año. Gracias al médico de confianza de la familia… quedé embarazada. Y desde ese momento, su atención hacia mí se volvió obsesiva. Devota. Absoluta. Creí que lo tenía todo. Que ese hombre frío y poderoso era mi salvación. Mi refugio. Mi único aliado. Hasta que una noche… escuché lo que nunca debí. —Jefe, Arabella te ama. ¿Cómo pudiste hacerle esto? —dijo su mano derecha, con rabia contenida—. Manipulaste al médico… cambiaste los frascos… la convertiste en la portadora del heredero de los Moretti. ¿Todo porque Isabella no soportaba el dolor? El bebé nacerá en dos meses… ¿qué piensas hacer? Silencio. Y luego… su voz. Helada. Cruel. —Cuando nazca, Isabella se lo llevará. Es la única forma de asegurar su lugar con los Moretti. —¿Y Arabella? —Le diré que el bebé murió. Mi mundo se rompió en ese instante. —Seguirá siendo la señora Falcone —añadió, sin emoción—. Tendrá todo lo que quiera. Así que eso era yo para él. Un medio. Un cuerpo. Un sacrificio. Mi “protector”… siempre perteneció a otra. ¿Ese hijo que crecía dentro de mí, manchado por su mentira? No lo quería. ¿Y ese matrimonio construido sobre traición? Se terminó.

Yo era la princesa de la familia Hillrose. Él era Blair Falcone, Don de la familia Falcone. Una combinación perfecta. Éramos la pareja de poder de la ciudad de New Horizon, la envidia de todos en el bajo mundo. Hasta tres días antes de nuestra boda. En un momento, estábamos perdidos el uno en el otro, su cuerpo moviéndose dentro de mí, sus labios dejando un rastro de fuego sobre mi piel. Al siguiente, él estaba anunciando tranquilamente: —Flora, hay algo que tengo que decirte. Legalmente, ya tengo una esposa. El viejo me casó con ella hace seis años. Es la hija de un hombre que recibió una bala por él. —Si puedes vivir con eso —continuó—, nuestro matrimonio sigue en pie. Tal como estaba planeado. Lo miré, incrédula. —¿Y yo qué? ¿Qué fueron nuestros seis años? Dio una lenta calada a su puro. —Sé de qué va esto. Entonces, ¿qué vas a hacer? Mi mano se movió instintivamente hacia mi vientre. Él no lo sabía. Iba a contarle mi feliz secreto esta noche: estaba embarazada. Pero ahora, no iba a decirle ni una maldita cosa.

Makakamit na sana ni Elena Corsini ang perpektong buhay na hinahangad niya. A lavish wedding, a powerful family, and the man she was destined to marry. Pero lahat iyon ang gumuho sa isang gabi lang nang agawin ng stepsister niya ang mapapangasawa niya, patayin ang kanyang ina, at sirain nito ang mukha niya. Determined to reclaim her life and seek vengeance, Elena trains under a dangerous crime boss with one mission: take down the Bellucci family, starting with the ruthless Mafia Don, Giovanni Bellucci. At para magtagumpay ay kailangan niya itong akitin, manipulahin, at wasakin lahat ng meron ang lalaking ito. But revenge is never simple. As Elena draws closer to Giovanni, she discovers a dangerous new emotion... desire. Unti-unti na siyang nahuhulog sa lalaking iyon.

I loved Adriano Ferraro—yeah, that Don—for five freaking years. He wasn't just my fiancé; he was my anchor in a world where loyalty got tested, and weakness got you killed. We had it all mapped out—dreams, plans, a future we actually thought we owned. Until I lost our baby. I reached for him, shaking, desperate for anything. But comfort never came. Instead, it was her. His stepsister, propped up. "Don't buy her act. She's just fishing for attention—again." That snake smiled like she just won a prize for emotional torture, dripping venom while fanning the flames. And Adriano? He bought it. He turned away. In that moment, it hit me—I wasn't just grieving. I was completely alone. The kid I carried, the future I built in my head? Gone. And so was I. I walked out. On him. On the Ferraro Family I was stupid enough to think I could belong to. All I left behind was silence. Empty space where we used to be. Now Adriano's drowning in regret, but it's too damn late. The life we should've had, the love we should've built? Dust. And her? The stepsister who ruined it all? She's paying for every lie.

“She was once his weakness. Now she’s his greatest threat.” He used her like she was nothing. An innocent girl who became the plaything of the most feared mafia don in the city — Dante Moretti. No promises. No love. Just pleasure. And when she gave him the one thing he never expected — a child — he threw her away like she meant nothing. “I begged you to love me. You taught me to burn instead.” — Amara Left broken, abandoned, and pregnant, Amara vanished. But monsters aren’t the only ones who rise from the dark. Years later, she returns — no longer the fragile girl he remembers, but the woman standing beside his greatest rival. The queen who carries his biggest regret… and the power to destroy him. “You made me your weakness. I made myself your war.” Dante built an empire on blood and loyalty. But nothing will prepare him for the storm that wears the face of the woman he left behind. And this time… she’s not here to beg. She’s here to burn his world down. “I once loved you enough to kneel. Now I love myself enough to watch you fall.”

J'étais une gamine des bas-fonds quand je suis tombée amoureuse de Damon Vitale, le Parrain le plus redouté de Paris. Pendant cinq ans, j'ai été à lui. J'ai encaissé neuf balles pour lui. Il embrassait mes cicatrices pendant que je me vidais de mon sang pour lui. Il me serrait contre lui. Il passait le collier de la reine autour de mon cou. Puis, une fois remise, il me baisait jusqu'à me faire perdre toute notion de moi-même, avec une passion qui donnait l'illusion de l'éternité. Je croyais que nous passerions nos vies ensemble. Je pensais qu'il m'épouserait. Mais lors de notre neuf cent quatre-vingt-dix-neuvième nuit ensemble, il m'a annoncé qu'il était fiancé. À Bianca, une princesse de la mafia issue d'une famille rivale. J'ai avalé mes larmes. Il s'est contenté de m'attraper par le menton, de souffler la fumée à mon visage et de rire. « Tu n'as quand même pas cru que tu pourrais m'épouser, n'est-ce pas, Nora ? Soyons clairs. On baise. C'est tout. Tu n'es pas une partenaire. Tu es une œuvre d'art que je collectionne. Une chatte qui m'appartient. » Une chatte. C'est tout ce qu'il a jamais voulu que je sois. Alors j'ai attrapé un téléphone jetable. « J'accepte ton offre. Trois jours. Sors-moi de Paris. »

He whispered her name nine hundred and ninety-nine times in his sleep. Never mine. For five years, I gave everything to Vincent Bonanno—the heir to one of the most powerful mafia dynasties in Europe. I turned his house into a home, remembered every careless detail he let slip, even abandoned my dream of becoming an artist—believing that one day, he would finally choose me. But whenever Alessia appeared, his loyalty bent toward her. The night boiling fondue scarred my arms, he rushed to shield her from a scratch that barely reddened her skin. In public, his gaze never stayed with me—it drifted to her. I was the wife on paper, but never in truth. So I walked away. With nothing but a suitcase, divorce papers he signed without noticing, and a secret I never planned to share—three months pregnant. He discovered too late. The divorce was real. The clinic file was real. And by the time he realized, I had vanished. Now the man who once ruled cities with cold power is tearing the world apart to find us. He has soldiers, money, and a thousand apologies he never gave when I was still his wife. But I’m no longer the woman who begged for affection. I’m a mother. An artist. A survivor. The question isn’t whether Vincent can reach me. It’s whether, when he does, I’ll ever let him back into the life he destroyed.

R18 Helen Zachary’s life had always been tranquil and quiet, until one fateful windy evening. She was on her way to her boyfriend’s place to surprise him for his birthday when an unexpected event occurred. She found a young man covered in blood on the road. Helen wanted to help him, so she stepped out of her car and approached him, only to discover that it was a trap. He had pretended to be lifeless so as to make her feel pity for him. Helen was battered by the young man that night, and his companion raped her. Anger was the theme of the day, and she pledged to exact vengeance on the young man, known as Steven Alfredo, a Mafia boss. Steven had just escaped from prison, and he takes delight in seeing others suffer, but after meeting Helen for numerous times, he resolved to be a different person. ‘However, what happens when Helen confuses Steven’s twin brother for Steven? And if his twin falls for her, will she reciprocate the feelings and abandon her plans to exact revenge on Steven?’ ‘And what happens if Steven also falls for her? Who would Helen choose? Steven, his brother or her boyfriend?’

"That's okay baby. I won't be taking her away from you because you will be coming with us. Me, you, and Aria, together. A perfect family. What do you think about that?" Riccardo De Luca, popularly known for his ruthlessness and unforgiving spirit, has led the Italian Mafia for twelve good years now. He is feared and respected- either forcefully or willingly- by everyone including the Italian government. The title has been in his family line for...longer than he can even remember and all of a sudden his position is being threatened because he doesn't have an heir. Not under his watch though. He is going to keep this position no matter what it takes. with the mafia baby, Emilia Salvatore left Italy five years ago and vowed never to return again. She set up a life for she and her daughter in New York City. But what happens when Riccardo suddenly shows up at her door five years later demanding to be a part of not only his daughter’s life but also a part of Emilia’s life?