Main Hoon Don Novels & Stories

"The Don had your things collected and brought here earlier this week." I looked at her for a moment. "All of my things?" I said. "The important ones," she said, which was somehow worse. I pushed back from the table and went to find him. He was in the main hallway outside his study, speaking to two of his men about something I didn't hear because the moment I saw him everything I had been holding carefully together since the alley came loose all at once. Elena was behind me somewhere. Two guards near the door. A woman from the kitchen who had come out to ask something and then clearly decided to stay very still.

"You should have done what they told you. You should have left the country. You should have just died." "Some used-up whore is going to be the Donna? It's a joke." The old Don frowned and signaled for someone to close the door on her. I trimmed a cigar for him and handed it over. "I hear you like Cohibas." He took it. Lit it. The red tip lit up his face in flickers. After a while: "I underestimated you. That was my mistake. Did you come back to take your revenge?" He looked up. Smiled. "Don't let money blind you. This estate is built on bones. Hundreds of them."

She married him to save her father's life. He married her to settle a debt. Neither of them expected to fall in love. Isabella Romano never wanted this life. She grew up watching her father drown in debts he couldn't repay, surrounded by men who smiled while they threatened. She wanted freedom — a future she chose for herself. Instead, she got a wedding dress, a stranger's ring, and a debt paid in full through her own hand in marriage. Dante Moretti is the coldest don their world has ever feared. He took control of his family's empire at twenty-three and buried his heart alongside the woman he lost. To him, Isabella isn't a wife. She's a payment. A term in a contract he never wanted to

When I saw a maid, I stopped her. “Hi,” I said, awkwardly rubbing my palms together. “I'd like to get some clothes. Could you maybe—” “The Don already prepared something for you to wear this morning,” she interrupted politely. “He said your other clothes would arrive later.” For a moment, relief loosened the knot in my stomach. Not because I wanted anything from Dominico. I simply needed clothes. “Okay,” I murmured. She led me farther down the corridor to a room where I was handed a shopping bag.

I thought you said he was a donor. “Kare desu. Kare wa donā desu,” she responds. (It’s him. He’s the donor.) His eyes widen, and she says something else I don’t quite catch. Jaden looks at me, then her, then back at me. He stands and strides toward me. I glance at Ami for a clue, but she seems calm. Is he going to hit me? Should I run? Before I can decide, he’s right in front of me.

Main taa tere naal hi rehna ji Har gham sang tere sehna ji Main taa tere naal hi rehna ji Har gham sang tere sehna ji Jo jag se kaha na jaaye woh Mujhko bas tujhse kehna ji Sohna sohna itna bhi kaise tu sohna Sohna sohna itna bhi kaise tu sohna Tere ishq mein jogi hona Mainu jogi hona Sohna sohna itna bhi

“Ah, you are finally mine.” LENA Slowly opening my eyes, lazily blinking the sleep away. My eyes opened to a white ceiling. “What happened? Where am I? My room?” I muttered, slowly sitting up, rubbing at my eyes. “Well, for now, yes.” I heard a voice say. I whipped my head at the voice, and my eyes flew open. “Good morning, amore mio.” ⋆⁺₊⋆ ━━━━⊱༒︎ • ༒︎⊰━━━━ ⋆⁺₊⋆ “You were the one thing I wasn’t supposed to want.” La Donna Lena.

I learnt a long time ago , there's no point of speaking , when none is going to value your words . Third person pov : Hoor was looking stunning in her deep red lehnga. Her step mother always felt wary of her .Hoor had gotten the best features of her father and mother . Hoor's step sister was a year older than her. She was beautiful with her black hair and grey eyes , but it was nothing compared to Hoor. Her stepmother didn't want any troubles for her own daughter(Aiza) thats why, decided to marry her off . ........... On the other hand , Arhaan was standing in front of mirror wearing a black 3 piece, combing his hair when his phone started ringing . He picked the call , seeing it was from h

"Don Brocchi said that for the sake of our baby, he'll give me everything you have. An infertile woman like you should've left the Brocchi family already instead of embarrassing yourself. "You know what? I'll even allow you to stay on the island and give you a respectable job so you can support yourself." I stared at the screen, neither ruffled nor tempted to reply. Instead, I simply congratulated her in my mind. "You'll have your wish fulfilled very soon, Anna, and so will I. Tomorrow, I'll say goodbye for good." Meanwhile, the household staff kept texting me nonstop, asking where I was and urging me to come home. "Please return, Donna. Don Brocchi keeps asking where you went and when you l

He was unstable, obsessive, and terrifying. I took a step back, my voice icy. "They're yours. I don't want any of it. I only have one request—stay out of my life. Elio, you never loved me. You only ever loved yourself and your stubborn obsessions." The moment I said that, the once high-and-mighty Don dropped to the ground in front of me. He used to call me a simp, but now he was the one who looked like an abandoned stray, begging for mercy.