Dr Don Novels & Stories

It was thick, cream colored and marked with only a single word; D’ANGELO I shuddered. My fingers trembled at the thought of what could be inside but I reached for it either way. File Subject: AnnaMaria D’Angelo Aliases: Anna Status: Unconfirmed Affiliations: Unknown Threat level: Medium - Pending investigation That wasn't all. The file contained photos, documents, a school record and even a clinical file from southern Italy. My hands shook at how much he knew, he was so close and yet he was nowhere near the truth. It had still slipped past him that I was mute. Apparently, he wasn't as sleek as he thought he was.

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?

In my final days in New York, I stayed at the Family's hospital to recover. During rounds, the nurses couldn't help but gossip about the VIP floor upstairs. "Don Valeri rented the entire floor and even hired a retired Sicilian professor to take care of his girlfriend," one whispered. "I saw him personally taking good care of her, buying her jewelry, staying by her side all night. He's completely spoiling her." I listened quietly, fingers brushing my chest. Nothing stirred there, only a slight slowing of my heartbeat. It seemed my heart's wounds were finally starting to heal.

Just stood there, staring at me like he didn’t recognize who I was anymore. Then he turned and stormed off. “Coward,” I muttered under my breath. It was the first time I saw him clearly. Adrian Kane—so-called Don—was nothing more than an insecure, egotistical man. An empire built on that kind of weakness was bound to fall. It was only a matter of time. … A surprise volunteer showed up at the hospital this week—and it was none other than Jackson Wils. “Maeve,” he greeted, stepping into the sunlit corridor with that same unreadable calm. “Leah assigned me to you. So I guess that makes you my mentor for the next year.”

After getting remarried, I put my husband, Steven Graham, on the family's service roster at a rate of ten thousand dollars an hour. His childhood sweetheart, Julie Ziegler, heard about it and signed a long-term contract without a second thought. Four months later, the balance in my offshore account had climbed to nearly a million dollars. On our wedding anniversary, Steven was supposed to spend the day with me. Then Julie called. Her dog had suddenly gotten sick, and she asked him to go to her. I didn't get angry. I simply sent her an encrypted message. [Don't forget to transfer the payment on time. Late fees will be charged separately.] Later, when I had an attack of appendicitis, St

DANTE'S POV That call came on a fidgety morning when I sat in my office, running my hands through my hair, desperate to focus on other things than the weight of the uncertainty overhanging my heart. It buzzed, and I leaped for the phone before it could ring a second time, hoping this was the call that I had hoped for. "Mr. Draven," the doctor's voice came on line unruffled. "Mrs Draven has regained unconsciousness."

' 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

Clara cried in Riana's embrace while Riana patted her head to console her. ------------------- “Anderson, look.” Mr. Gray suddenly exclaimed. He was holding a bunch of open files in his hand and he brought them to Mr. Anderson’s desk. “Look here,” said Mr. Gary as he pointed something at the files. Mr. Watson and Mr. Brown both volunteered on a health camp for the children about two years ago which was arranged by the hospital Dr. Jonson used to work at. And moreover, Dr. Robert Jonson was the head doctor of the camp.” Mr. Gray showed him a group picture where in the middle Dr. Robert Jonson was standing and beside him, the other two victims were standing along with many other doctors, nurse

The Doctor followed Helma and examined Donald before leaving. Helma stood beside Donald holding her tears. She was excited and moody at the same time. The doctor came with another doctor who was a middle aged man. "Good morning Mr Donald, I am Dr Simon and we will walking through your recovery process together" he introduced with a smile. He examined Donald and hit his pencil hard on Donald's bandaged leg.

He shook Dad’s hand, hugged Jenna and me with a gentleness that nearly broke me, then said, “Come with me.” We followed him to the elevators and rode up to the fourth floor. The sterile smell grew sharper, the hallways quieter, the air heavy. Dr. Brooks led us into his office and gestured for us to take a seat. His eyes swept over us with the kind of weight that only comes with bad news. “We have him listed as John Doe,” he said softly, “but I’ll need his real name.” Jenna lifted her chin, her voice proud even through the tremble. “Blaise Draven.”