Novel & Cerita Doni Bobes

“I’m sorry for what happened. I’m sorry for putting your life in danger. I never meant for any of this to touch you.” My stomach twisted. “Oh my god, you do know her.” He nodded once, it was slow and miserable. “Who is she?” “Her name is Donna Sofia.” He spoke the name like it tasted bitter. “She’s married to one of the old bosses, Don Moretti. Back when Don Antonio adopted me, Don Moretti and Antonio were partners, they were thick as thieves.” He paused, rubbed his thumb across his knuckles like the motion could erase what came next.

All that mattered was the man at my side, walking into the heart of his grief with every ounce of strength he could gather. He wasn't just here to pay respects. He was here to say goodbye. And no matter how long the walk felt, I'd be right here, every step of the way. The moment we stepped into the crowd, the whispers began. Muted glances, subtle nods. A hush rippling through the sea of umbrellas and dark coats as Dante Moretti, the Don made his presence known among grieving souls. It wasn't just surprise. It was tension, quiet and tight like a held breath.

In the hospital garden, I overheard Fabio on the phone. "I don't get why the Don married such a useless woman. First, she ruins the party, and now she nearly kills herself doing a basic sport like skiing. "Don Rossini is just too sentimental. If you ask me, he should dump Bianca and marry Ms. Ginevra instead. She's competent, useful to the Famiglia, and that's who he actually deserves..." Before he could finish, I snapped out the gun from his holster and aimed it at his head. When he saw me, his face went so pale from fright that he dropped his phone and stammered, "D-Donna…"

Sofia turned to see a tall, imposing woman with close-cropped silver hair standing outside, an amused smirk on her face. "If you two lovebirds are quite finished," the woman said, her voice dry, "we've got work to do." Luca chuckled, shaking his head as he opened his door. "Sofia," he said, "meet Vivian Blackwood. Former CIA operative, current information broker, and the closest thing I have to a fairy godmother." As Sofia stepped out of the car, she felt a mix of anticipation and trepidation. They were about to dive headfirst into a world of danger and intrigue, with no guarantee of success or survival.

Rodrigo mentioned someone called Don, and I noticed that his name came out with so much venom it was almost contagious. Why should he mention this Don guy right when his keys were stolen? Did he have anything to do with Enzo? I knew it was pointless already, but I wanted to know who I was up against. To know who I was indirectly helping unwillingly. I minimised his current page and minimised. I went to his files and typed 'don' in the search bar. One thing I knew about Rodrigo was that he loved to keep his work organised. There has to be a folder assigned to Don and all his activities...

He gripped his phone and shouted, "When did this happen? I never approved of her leaving! Bring her back immediately!" He assumed I was throwing a tantrum and ignoring my responsibilities. Sofia stirred awake, then wrapped herself around his waist with a soft, playful whine. "Cesare, stay with me a little longer." He couldn't refuse. He held her close, letting two more hours slip by in intimacy. Once she finally fell asleep, he replied Adam, [Reschedule the negotiation for the afternoon.] The reply came quickly. [Don Valeri, the Barbosa Group has already left. The territory deal is off."]

My evasion only added to the annoyance written all over his face. "Can you just stop this already? I've been dealing with family matters and looking after Lucia these past few days, so I'm exhausted and don't have the energy to comfort you." I interrupted Marco immediately, not willing to spare him even a shred of dignity. "Once we're divorced, you can look after Lucia without having to hide it." Marco's expression instantly darkened. "Chiara Esposito, what are you throwing a fit about this time? Lucia is already having a hard time as it is, so why must you compete with her for my attention? Where's your dignity as the Donna?"

The fire roared to life, crackling loudly in the quiet warehouse. Then Father gave another order. “Bring the basin.” I walked over to it and tried to lift it, but it was far too heavy. It barely moved. Nico opened his mouth, clearly ready to start his usual drama, but Father stopped him. “King of Ruin.” The man stepped forward without a word. He grabbed the huge basin and lifted it with one hand as if it weighed nothing at all.

Wilbet hated the sight of my tears. Forcing myself to breathe, I shook my head. "That is Malcolm Laurent," he scoffed, as if the name irritated him. "A very powerful man. Some say he has affiliates with the Mafia, and you were standing there chatting with him like a damn fool." I curled my fingers into my palm, feeling my nails dig into the flesh there. Wilbet turned to me harshly, grabbing my face. "Tell me, dear wife, did you embarrass me?" I knew "embarrass" was code for Did you tell him I hit you?

After an awkward silence, she finally said, “So you’re the one that took my Melanie away from me.” “Guilty as charged and I don’t regret it for a moment,” Adriano replied. “What if I said I wanted her back?” she asked. “Then you’ll be setting yourself up for disappointment because I don’t ever plan to let her go,” he said. My eyes widened in horror. This was not the first impression I was hoping he would make. “What’s your name,” Phoebe asked. “My name is, Adriano and it’s a pleasure to meet you,” he replied. To my surprise, Phoebe smiled at him and said, “It’s a pleasure to meet you too.”