Novel & Cerita Hija De Don Cangrejo

"Tell them. Who is Cecilia?" Enzo stepped forward, his voice carrying to every corner of the pier. "This woman is the only legitimate heir of the long-lost Hernandez family, Sicily's rightful daughter, and the one and only wife of our Don from the de Santis family!" The whole place exploded. Guards looked at each other in shock. Marco straight up dropped to his knees.

I interrupt, voice suddenly gaining force, squeezed from deep in my abdominal cavity like blood, "Otherwise you’ll take them from me? Like you planned? Let Vittoria raise them? She’s screaming in a warehouse now, Alessandro. Your planned 'pure bloodline' is screaming. And I, this 'polluted Rossi,' this 'ghost'—I gave birth to them. I birthed them through pain. Now take me to them, or tomorrow I’ll declare before the Commission that the Marino heirs are bastards born of a mother who refuses to acknowledge them." His face changes. That Don’s calm mask cracks. He knows I’ll do it. Rossi women, even half-dead, can destroy empires with a single mouth. "Fine," he stands, voice softening, that cajo

And she’s already made something? I shook my head, almost smiling despite everything. Unbelievable. Does she secretly teleport? Does she carry tomatoes and basil in her handbag, just in case of emergencies? “Did you stop somewhere to harvest tomatoes on the way here?” I teased. “Or do you just carry emergency basil in your purse?” Lucia gasped dramatically. “Excuse me? It’s called efficiency.” “Efficiency?” I scoffed. “Your bakery was destroyed, and you’re out here hosting MasterChef: Mafia Edition.”

Rage pressed on me, I raised my hands and slammed them against the steering wheel as I grew jealous. “Mrs Castellanos' wife had not only disgraced him in public or handed him divorce papers, she had defiled their marriage vows with a man named 'X', identity not yet revealed.“ I wanted to back off the stage and there was another — the clip of Sienna slapping me, however those weren't what fueled in me, it was the headlines and who posted them. How close were they to us? “Guess who's pregnant? Mrs Castellanos' but the rising question is who out of every investor she has seduced, her husband or even Mr 'X' owns the child?“

I nod for her to go on. "So, I've met the great guy he's really sweet and caring," She says. Who in their right mind would disobey direct orders from their Don not to date my cousin unless they're not in the mafia cause I scared off all the guys that were interested in Rae that was in the mafia. "Is he in the mafia," I ask? She clears her throat calling out for Lia as she walks into my office and sits down next to me. "yes, he is in the mafia," Rae answers nervously playing with her fingers.

Elijah) were patiently waiting inside the storage room where old, unused but still valuable items were kept. “This is annoying! Why isn’t Lejandro here yet?!” Elijah complained. “The mosquitoes are biting me, Mama!” Doña Donita felt sorry for her child. She didn’t want to reveal the truth—that Furtiza was her daughter out of wedlock. “It’s better this way than for you to know the truth… You might end up cursing me and hating me, my child,” she thought to herself. “Are you hungry?” the Doña asked Furtiza.

When Lilith, the woman my fiancé Andrew had never gotten over, was kidnapped and used as leverage by a rival family during a critical transfer of power, I urged him to put the Family first and wait until our internal affairs were stable before rescuing her. By the time he became Don and went after her, Lilith's body had already been dumped in the wilderness. She had died horribly. Andrew never blamed me. If anything, he treated me better than ever and refused to let anyone defy me. Later, after seizing control of both families, he slaughtered my people. His first act was to deliver me to the rival family bound to mine by a blood feud. He stood by while they tortured me to death. He stood ove

My mother just sat there, slumped in her chair, tears streaming down her face, muttering something under her breath, her pleas unable to stir an ounce of pity in me. And next to her, Rosalie. Her hair was a mess, her eyes vacant. After the series of blows and Edmund's abandonment, her mind had clearly snapped. She was smiling foolishly, waving at the empty air. "I'm the Don... I'm the Don of Vexille... Edmund, come take me home..." My expression was blank. I stood, and surrounded by my guards, turned and walked out of the courtroom without a single backward glance. The heavy doors swung shut, sealing away the chaos, the rage, and the weeping.

she said, the Don was thoughtful for a while as he looking at her as if he could see her very soul. “Doctor, you can leave us alone" the Don said, the Doctor quickly excused himself and left the cell. The Don took a sit on the empty chair Grace had been tied on early. He looked at his daughter for long mintues before he eventually let out a sign “What kind of hoe are you?" He asked in a sharp voice, “the kind you gave birth to" Dora let out a laugh. “Ryan is my husband and I don't see any sin to get pregnant for my husband" she freakly told him. The Don shook his head with a click of his tougue

IMELDA IS ALIVE(1805) It had been two days since Carla freed Angel Uriel from the claws of the Scourge. Carla and Jake had grown closer after that day and this had made Lucas jealous. He wondered what changed. Dona was to come back home with Jasmine today and Carla could not to see her. She prepared Dona's favourite, spaghetti and meatballthats. She also made a made a cake as desert. A purple ray of light showed in the middle of the kitchen, a portal was then revealed where Dona and Jasmine emerged from.