How Did Donald Come Back Invincible Novels & Stories

Donald spoke excitedly “Yesterday evening, the leaves turned green again and I thought I’d been imagining it. But when I came by this morning, I saw that! It’s a miracle!” “Wow really? It stopped dying?” I asked “Yes! My baby came back to life for me. It’s even more beautiful than it was before.” Donald said in a sing-song voice. He was clearly overjoyed by this development. “It truly is a miracle!” I agreed. The flower looked nothing like it had been yesterday. Then I remembered that I hadn’t checked my phone since yesterday and decided to go back upstairs to get it. I waved goodbye to Donald as I went back to my room. I was relieved to find out that Jasmine had texted and so, I texted back

"The doctor said that this is forever. I could never run or jump like a normal person, let alone swim. "I gave up my leg for your son. What did I get in return? For him to abandon me without any hesitation in the face of a flood. What right do you have to beg me for mercy?" Donald lost his temper. "So, what the hell do you want? We've knelt and apologized. Are you trying to get our family killed? Don't you know how to be kind to others? Are you not worried about retribution for being so evil?" I bawled out laughing. "Retribution? Have I not received enough? What I know is that Jack's retribution has only just begun."

My driver Roberts was already waiting for me, I lowered my head hoping he didn’t see the bruises on my face or that the mascara covered it up. “Good morning Ma’am” he said. “Good morning Roberts” I said raising my face and his brows furrowed. He opened his mouth to say something but he just nodded and opened the door for me. I sighed in relief, I didn’t want to many questions and I didn’t want to explain how Jason had beaten the shit outta me then publicly announce that he wanted a divorce. Gods, could the week get any worse. Roberts drove in silence, with one or two glances at the rearview mirror. It looked like he had one or two to say .

Dante was alive. After a week and two days in the ICU, after flatlining twice, after so much bloodloss and chaos, I had watched him slip away before my eyes. I had screamed until my throat gave out. Cried until my body trembled with exhaustion. Held his hand even after he stopped squeezing back. But he made it. He was back, breathing. He was awake. Alive. He had pulled through for both me and our child. And naturally, I should be as happy as I should be grateful.

The bells of the Cathedral of Santa Rosalie tolled 12 times. The great piazza was a sea of black. Thousands of Made Men and underworld representatives from across the globe had gathered. Today marked the inauguration of the new Don of the Corleone famiglia. I was dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit. On my lapel was pinned a blood-red rose, the emblem of supreme authority. Papa stood behind me and personally slipped the signet ring symbolizing the absolute authority of the Don onto my finger. "From this moment on, the underworld is yours to command. But to me, you will always be my greatest treasure," Papa declared, his aged voice brimming with quiet pride.

"You're his wife. You were pregnant and bleeding in the ruins, and they secured the weapons first? If I hadn't brought you here immediately, you wouldn't have just lost the baby. You would be dead. Where is he now? Does he not care at all?" "He's probably with Monica," I answered in a low voice. The doctor fell silent. Naked pity filled his eyes. Even he understood the line Enzo and Monica had crossed. I asked to be left alone. After the door closed, I reached for my phone. The underworld had already begun to stir. The title of Don came bundled with blood, power, and gossip. The first rumors surfaced on dark web forums. Footage showed me collapsing in the armory, soaked in blood. Clips from

He said that the moment he became Don, the very first thing he would do was give me the grandest wedding in all of America. Now, he was indeed the emperor of the underworld. But his first words to me were that I wasn't fit to stand beside him. I wiped a tear from my eye and dug out the encrypted, long-forgotten phone from the back of the nightstand drawer. I dragged a name from my blocked list. In the next second, the other side called back. When the call connected, there was no sound immediately from the other end, only a sharp intake of breath. A joyous roar came through the phone, his voice cracking with emotion.

A look powerful enough to kill, that was what the people showed. As if enjoying it, he took a deep breath in and out, and let out with a loud cry. "People of Greenville. It is I Donald, and am here to warn you all to end your nonsense. No one will stop me, and yes, I am aware that most of you want nothing more than to get rid of me, however it is unfortunate to say that would never happen." Down below, where the countless graves laid, they were each marked specially by Donald. He took a deep breath and walked towards the resting place of Greenville, he signal for his body to be brought and in no time wasted, it was brought before him. "In just a little while, I will be reconnected with my bo

His eyes widened, and his face reddened as he glared at Donald. Donald shook his head when he saw the way Charles looked. "Do you really think the Walkers are invincible? Looks like you have no idea what kind of trouble your family is in at this time." Donald turned to his subordinates and ordered, "Take him away. He's no longer a principal staff officer. You don't have to be afraid of him."

"It's pathetic, really. Your mind is completely consumed with manipulating me into marriage. I'll agree to marry you, but after the vows, you'll dutifully play your part as the Donna and never interfere with my relationship with Clodia. Otherwise…" He looked me straight in the eyes, a triumphant smile playing on his lips. "I'll leave you behind, Eva. You wouldn't want to end up dead in a car crash just because you have no one left to guard you, would you?" I shuddered and looked at him with surprise, realizing in that exact moment that he had also been reborn with his past-life memories intact. Upon noticing my stunned expression, Simone assumed that he had me cornered. He gave a proud, dism