Doni Bobes Novels & Stories

"Don't," Sienna said sharply. "Don't pretend to have a sudden sisterly affection. I can see through manipulation. I've been captive to a master of it for weeks." Behind Sienna, still positioned by the doors, Luca remained silent. Watching, assessing, giving Sienna the confrontation she needed. Serena's gaze shifted to him, assessment clear even in the dim lighting. "Mr. Romano. The Don who's been chasing me for twenty years." "I was chasing a fantasy," Luca said, his voice cold. "You're just the disappointing reality."

POV: Leona The boutique smelled faintly of roses and polished wood, too polished, too pristine for how rattled I felt. Gianna was supposed to be here with me since she had suggested and insisted I pick up a gown for an upcoming charity gala. Being a Don's wife, that is all there is to do since Dante doesn't want me to work for the fear I'll be attacked at work. Gianna cancelled at the last minute saying she was feeling too tired from 'all of the fun' she had with her husband yesterday. I'm not complaining though because I’d wanted a moment away from the estate walls. Just me, other activities, and a fleeting illusion of normalcy.

"The man in the black suit on the top balcony." The bartender glanced up, his expression instantly freezing. He lowered his voice, leaning across the counter. "You do not want to look at him too long, girl. That is Cassian Marchetti." "Cassian Marchetti?" Vittoria repeated the name even though it tasted unfamiliar on her tongue. "Who is he?" "The owner of this place," the bartender muttered, quickly wiping down a glass. "And the man who owns this city. If he is looking at you, my advice is to finish your drink and leave."

"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?"

One voice cut through the others like a blade. “…the shipment routes are compromised. If Enzo thinks he can run his own plays behind my back, he’s more stupid than I gave him credit for.” My stomach dropped. That voice. Deep, controlled, laced with quiet fury. I’d only heard it a handful of times—at family dinners Enzo dragged me to, always from across the room. Dante Moretti. Enzo’s father. The Don. I froze, glass halfway to my lips again. What the hell was he doing here? Enzo said this was our night. Private.

He took my innocence. I took his secret heirs. Now, he’s back to claim us both. Seven years ago, I gave everything to Lord Andrew—my body, my heart, and my innocence—in a night of unspeakable heat and sweet lies. When I caught him betraying me, I vanished into the dark, raising his twin sons alone while building an empire of my own as a top criminal defense lawyer. Now, a multi-billion-dollar hit on my sons' inheritance forces us face-to-face once more. Andrew is taller, deadlier, and completely untamed. He knows the boys are his, and he's using every dirty trick in the book to pull me back into his dark world. I promised myself I’d resist the intense, intoxicating heat that flares between u

With admiring eyes, he said. Bob was sneered at by Davino. "You're a man," he said angrily. Bob laughed. "I am a binary, neither a woman nor a guy." With a proud smile, he said. "It's all up to you. Now, please assist me in repairing this terrible and worrying connection." With plaintive eyes, Davino inquired. "Ah, you're so concerned about her; you should explain yourself appropriately so she doesn't misinterpret your attitude." Davino took a deep breath and did not contradict Bob's comments.

“ You are great ! I knew you would pull this off even though it would be hard . “ said Mel . “ Thank you Mel ! “ said Luna with a smile . They heard some footsteps from behind walking heavily . Mr Fred was furious at the loss while mr Bob stared at Luna hatefully . “ You think you are that great just because you are sleeping with him and got his support to win the case ? Just wait until he discharges you like trash . “ said mr Bob annoyed when he saw Luna , as mr Fred went ahead towards Massimo . “ You really keep getting on my nerves . “ said Mel as Luna stopped her . “ Your age must be hitting you to the point that your ears aren’t working properly anymore . I won fair and square mr Bob .

' I thought and my blood turned cold as I realized that if it was truly important, he would have sent Lucien like I had suggested then but he went himself and never told me what the important business was. "His marriage is really trending all over social media now." My mum said and I hurriedly ended the call, without telling her goodbye, needing to be sure of what I have just heard. "Please don't be true, don't be true." I whispered, my voice cracking as I went on the net and just like mum said, it was making headlines. "DON LUCIANO, FEARED MAFIA DON AND BUSINESS MOGUL REMARRIES AFTER YEARS." Attached to the news of a picture of a girl in her twenties or thirties in a wedding dress and he, i

Seeing Nina on the verge of tears, Dolly wiped her own face and shouted angrily, “You’re not allowed to talk about my mom! She’s the prettiest, much prettier than Miss Bailey...” “Ungrateful little wretch.” Becky spat the insult and yanked Bobby over. “You’re not allowed to play with her again, got it?” Bobby nodded timidly. “G-got it.” … Going to cry again? Who would fall for that act? Nina knew better than anyone exactly who would. Donald had switched to working from home because of the injuries on his head and face. Meetings were held online. The camera, however, was angled away from his face.