How Did Donald Come Back Invincible Novels & Stories

“Do you plan on doing it alone?” He shook his head slowly. “Because unfortunately, you can’t. And yet every single time I send those maids to help you, you insult them, you fire them and you treat them like they’re beneath you for simply doing their jobs.” “Well that won't happen anymore!” I barked, cutting him off. “In two days, I’ll resume my rehabilitation and in no time, I’ll be back on my two feet.” Donald exhaled slowly, rubbing his face before pinching the space between his eyebrows. “Well… that’s unfortunate.”

Then, quieter: "Essa. Whatever happens in there—" "Don't." My voice cracked. "Don't say it like you're not coming back." Another pause. Longer. When he spoke again, his voice had lost its Don's edge, just for a moment. "I'm coming back. I promised you I would." The line went silent. I watched the body cam feeds with my heart in my throat. Dante descended into the warehouse, his men moving in perfect synchronization around him. The basement stairs were dark, the emergency lights casting everything in a sickly yellow glow. The vault door was ajar.

Louis said as they stood before him. Donald looked at Baldwin, he was disappointed at how shamefully Baldwin has acted, he couldn’t believe that Baldwin was his father’s best friend. Donald still has memories from when he was a child how Baldwin always spoiled him with gifts and also how he consoled him when his father passed away, he saw this man as his second father and now he just couldn’t believe this situation. “You are no longer the alpha of your and you have been stripped of your alpha abilities by the power of the goddess” Donald said and Baldwin fell to the ground in pain as he felt his power leave him.

“Give me a pen.” That was all it took to silence the room. My sister was the first to respond. She sneered, “That was fast. Evelyn, don’t you dare try anything sneaky.” My father let out a cold laugh. “Well, she knows what she’s doing. If Bella hadn’t gone abroad, do you really think she would’ve become the Don's wife? The moment Gideon heard Bella was coming back, he sent a private jet and a dozen bodyguards to bring her home.

“Mhm. Thank you, Alex.” Alex shook his head as he looked toward Donovan. “Let’s talk after dealing with this Sun Shrine guy.” After that, he leaped from the ground and attacked with the golden spear swiftly. This time, Donovan felt like his life was actually flashing before his eyes. Frostine had given him quite a concussion, after all, and some of his ribs were broken. His current powers were very limited. ‘I’m done for!’ ‘I, the son of luck, have unexpectedly been defeated time and time again after meeting this Rockefeller guy! Looks like I’ll die in his hands today. What a pity!’ Donovan thought

He drove off, leaving me standing in an industrial area I didn't recognize with no phone GPS. It took me four hours to find my way back. By the time I walked through the compound gates, my feet were blistered and I was exhausted. Dante was sitting on the front steps with a satisfied smile. "Took you long enough." "You're insane." "I'm teaching you a lesson. This world doesn't care about your feelings. You either adapt or you die." He stood up. "Did you learn anything?" "That you're a sadistic bastard who enjoys hurting people." "Besides that."

"Donald, wake up. You're incompetent. You ruined the company and dragged me down with you. Get out!" "Get out?" Donald sneered. "Chelsea, you made me a director. Now, I've got nothing left. You'd better take responsibility for me!" "That's ridiculous! Why should I be responsible for your life?" As Chelsea scolded him, Donald suddenly laughed. The smile was twisted and unsettling. "You still don't know, do you? "While I was overseas, I messed around with a few rich women and ended up catching HIV. I came back this time because I needed someone to depend on. You were easier than I thought. All it took was some persuasion, and you got in my bed willingly."

As much as I would have loved to mockingly tell Donny what had happened between Carmen and me to get him pained, I didn’t. And that was because it wasn’t a revenge plan for me. It shouldn’t have happened and if time was reversed, I would have avoided it by all means, but that didn’t mean that it was a tool for revenge for me. “Leave me the hell alone, Donny,” I told him. “You know that I can never do that, Chase,” Donny said. “At first, I thought that you had succeeded in escaping from me, but the universe worked in my favor yet again. It brought you back to me by getting my daughter to work for you,” he said.

We stepped underneath him, and then Cheyenne spoke to him one more time. "Donald, you have only one chance, and that is to go back home and forget about Carrie. She is long gone, and you will never find her." He laughed a sinister laugh, his face turning to anger as he started screaming, saying women were weak and men ruled this world. I could only stare at this monster. He is foolish. The women in my family are very strong, and they can rip you in half if they want to. But he has given that chance up. So we stood underneath him. She lowered the chain so his feet were barely touching the ground, and I spoke to the jackass.

She had stayed until the ambulance came, hidden in the shadows as they rushed him away. And now, not up to 24 hrs, he was on every headline. Adrian Blackwood, the billionaire who had survived an impossible escape. The press wanted his story. The world wanted his words. But he had refused. Turned down every interview. Rejected every media request. She had seen him on the news earlier—walking out of the hospital, ignoring reporters, his movements steady despite the injury. There had been something about the way he carried himself, something almost… untouchable.