Novel & Cerita Donald X Daisy

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he said, voice smooth and mocking. “My woman?” I muttered, the words coming out low and dangerous. Daisy’s voice cut through before I could move. “Let’s have a talk,” she said. She stepped forward a little, looking straight at Donald with a bold, confident face I hadn’t seen on her before. No shaking. No tears. Just quiet strength. Donald looked stunned for a bit before nodding slowly, like he was actually considering her words. His eyes flicked to me, then back to Daisy. The smirk never left his face.

The enemy of her enemy is a friend, and the person that fits the description the best in the world is Donald. ‘Donald isn’t a fool, and Sandy isn’t his drive for revenge. She’s at most one of his pawns, but she must have made up her mind in order for her to risk her life when she decided to work with the tiger.’ After taking a shower, Daisie wrapped her wet hair in a towel and walked out of the bathroom. When she stopped at the counter to look for a hairdryer, she accidentally knocked off the ring tied to the silver necklace on the table.

Tears roll down my eyes uncontrollably, I leans against the pillar, covering my mouth with my other hand, hysterical sobs escape my shaking form. ______________ What should Daisy do to get herself out of this situation? Vote and comment my loves... ♥️♥️

Daisy's car drove inside the parking lot of her company, and as soon as she came down from the car, she was welcomed by Sasha who had been waiting there for her. "Good morning, Chairman Daisy. Hope you slept well today?". Sasha greeted as she confronted Daisy. She wanted to help Daisy carry her stuff but she was surprised to see that the only item in Daisy's possession at the moment was her cell phone. Daisy noticed how overexcited Sasha was, so she curiously asked her, "Why the happy face?".

It hummed with possibility. Xavier’s hand came to rest on my knee, grounding me back into the present. His eyes gleamed with fire, a wolf finally catching the scent of prey. “So,” he said, voice low, darkly amused. “It’s true, then. Daisy’s alive.” I exhaled slowly, savoring the words. “Alive, but hidden. They’ve tucked her away in that building like some shameful relic, thinking no one would ever find out. But we know now.”

With so much guts slowly building inside me, I move my right arm to Mister Dawson’s waist before I look back on his Dad. “Mister Dawson, good afternoon.” I politely uttered. He stares at me for a moment before he walk forward and let go from his son’s hold. I stand in front of him before giving him a little embrace before moving away with a smile being plastered on my face. “I hope you are doing well, Mister. I am Dionne–“ “Why do you love my Damian?” I am taken aback because of that question. I flash a force smile and look at Mister Dawson who seems surprised as well. We are both too caught up with that question until I met his father’s gaze once more.

“What am I going to do Kyle? I never gave her a reason to think she couldn’t trust me. What do I even say to her bro?” “I don’t think you have to figure all of that right this instant. Just don’t leave it too long.” Daisy walks in with a tray laden with snacks and drinks. “I thought you boys might be hungry.” Kyle gets up to take the heavy tray from her, “Thanks Daisy.” “And when are you going to introduce me to that beautiful wife of yours Xander?” Kyle looks at me and I give him a brief look before replying, “Soon Daisy, soon. She’s just busy with work at the moment.”

That was all we could possibly ask for. I held up the flower, doing one last walk around the house. Touching the notches of where Xander and Zain had been marked as they grew. Even the marks that reached up past even their dad’s height. His old office that had been turned into my office these past ten years. Desmond had been unable to get up the stairs anymore. Making my way back down, I turned off the unnecessary lights and pulled out the electronics. One final turn, I smiled and held up the flower again.

***Daisy’s POV.*** I reached the hospital and parked my car. I get out and walk as slowly as a snail in my heels. I have to stop wearing them, otherwise I can fall down. No. I will start wearing walking shoes, which would be good for gripping souls. I reach the cabin and open it to see the doctor is with someone. I turn to leave when Theo says, “Daisy, you are finally here. Come in.” I look at Theo for a full minute and ask, “Why are you wearing this?”