Main Hoon Don Novelas e Histórias

She looked remarkably young, almost like a high school student, with two large, dark eyes set in a face as small as a palm. In person, she seemed even more lively than in her photos. With such an innocent, naive face, it was hard to associate her with someone who schemed to climb into power as a mistress. I approached her. “Is the Don inside?” She looked flustered as she stammered, “M-Madam, hello. “W-Why are you here?” I smiled. “Oh? Am I not allowed here?” “No, no… That’s not what I meant.” From her nervous reaction, it was obvious she recognized me. Even though I rarely visited, Sienna definitely recognized me. She knew I was the Don’s legally wedded wife, their Donna!

"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.

I wish I didn't know how his face looks when he lets himself go. I squeeze my eyes shut. I don't want any of this. I don't want to imagine him that way. I want control and clarity, two things he never gives me. My phone buzzes on the bench beside me, jolting me out of my thoughts. I reach for it, blinking down at the screen. Papa. I hesitate before answering. This is my honeymoon, after all. What could he possibly want now? "What?" I snap, not bothering to hide my annoyance at the interruption.