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" Donavan yelled when he saw his son trapped in a car. "Don't worry, I'll make you watch as he dies," Flynn said. "Light him up, Sebastian," he ordered. "You wanted to kill Arabella and I in the same way right? Now watch as he suffers," Austin said to Donavan. Donavan turned to the side and watched as Sebastian pressed a button. "No!" He yelled and tried to go to his son but he was held back. BOOM!!! The car exploded with Donavan's son in it. "Now you know how I felt for the last twenty years without my daughter!" Flynn said to the frantic Donavan.

Mica said aggrievedly, “Senior, I’m helping you. I can’t bear watching you become a cuckold. This is simply a great insult.” ‘That’s right! You keep mentioning such a great insult in front of so many people. Are you helping me to achieve the title of a cuckold?’ Smack! Donovan smacked Mica’s neck, knocking her unconscious. Immediately afterward, he looked at Ynes. “Now the matter has come to this point, I don’t want to say anything anymore. I, Donovan Orlando, have my reputation turned into a laughing stock because of you. So kill yourself now, and I won’t take my anger out on your Yorkshire Palace.”

“This anger isn’t going to do you any good. What’s done is done.” “What’s done is done?” I spat, my voice trembling with fury. “You framed me for murder! You ruined my life, you monster!” He gave a slow shrug, as if I’d accused him of something trivial. “I had to do what I did, Callie. You just happened to be... unfortunate. Wrong place, wrong time.” “Unfortunate?” I repeated, incredulous. “You’re insane.” Donovan chuckled darkly, the sound sending chills down my spine. He leaned against the table. “You don’t get it, do you? Frank tried to play me. My own brother.”

Today is the day it all ends, today, Donovan must meet his maker. “Then you are going to have to kill me, Draven, because I’m not leaving here,” his eyes were on Donovan laying helplessly and covered in his blood on the floor as if trying to ascertain if he was indeed still alive. Another man might have died from those bruises and the amount of blood he was loosing, but Donovan was a lycan prince and it was going to take more than that to kill him.

He's well travelled too, and I can confirm to you that he's had a near encounter with the killer in question. Donovan looked still as the officers' attention switched towards him, but he managed to summon up some ego. He was not expecting Miriam to chip in his near encounter with the killer. Recalling Natasha's death in the central ward, that piece of fact made him look weak as he couldn't nail the killer that night. But then, he found some positives in that fact. No one had come in contact with the killer, after all, he concluded, taking pride in his conclusion.

he cried. I calmly watched Carlo. Then, I took out the ultrasound report I hadn't thrown away yet and slapped it against the glass. I met his gaze head-on. "Do you see this, Carlo? That night, not only did I lose my baby, but I also almost lost my life. I'd never touch your dirty money." Carlo's gaze widened in shock. His entire body began to tremble. "There's also another piece of good news." I smiled humorlessly before adding, "Serena has completely lost her mind in the women's prison. The two of you are perfect for each other. Enjoy suffering together in hell!"

Hearing him talk about her sister, Valerie couldn't relate with what he’s saying, and even as she tried to force her mind to think, she cried in pain until some flashes of her memories flashed through her mind. “Vanessa?” She cried. “Yes, that stupid sister of yours, I’m going to kill her.” Donovan said with every animosity in him. “And you my love, you are going to spend the rest of your life tied to my bed as my whore. That’s your punishment for being born as her sister and also for stealing my heart.” He added. “N..no, I can’t.. I can’t do this.” Valerie cried. But she has no choice. Donovan figured out that she hadn't taken her drugs for today, so he pushed her back to the bed, then went

She was good pussy but annoying as fuck and never listened. She was right, we were done. I'm in my bathroom trying to control my breathing when we leave to avenge my cousin's death in one hour. I was Don and my family was my life, my duty. I left the bathroom, stoning my face and removing my emotions. I was the same Caelum I had been since I was eight years old. Nothing bothered me and no one crossed me. ——— We arrived at the club and my men fanned out. The plan was to shoot him from behind, but I wanted to pound his face in. I needed to unleash this rage inside me.

The water was so blue it hurt to look at. We sat on the deck of our villa, watching the sun melt into the ocean. And finally, Ethan told me everything. When he was eight years old, his parents were murdered. Assassinated by rivals within the Stone family itself. His grandfather, Don Lawrence Stone, knew that if the killers realized Ethan was a threat, the boy would be next. So they made a plan. Don Lawrence announced to the world that the trauma had broken his grandson. That the boy was simple. Slow. Harmless.

"Why should I be afraid? I have Enzo protecting me. Once you're dead, he'll sign an Affidavit of Non-Prosecution as your husband, and with the Caro family's influence in Millbrook, you think anything's going to happen to me? "Isabella, I didn't want to keep coming after you like this. But you just won't step aside, will you? It's about time I took my turn as Donna." More and more blood spilled out. Isabella's eyes darkened, flooding with a red tide of pure hatred. Resentment, despair, and churning malice nearly tore her apart from the inside. This was her hard-won second chance in life. She still hadn't seen her parents yet or watched Enzo and Sofia get dragged to hell.