No More The Don's Broken Doll Novels & Stories

Sandy interjected eagerly, seizing the opportunity to curry favor with Lionel. "Donna, who would do such a despicable thing to Chloe? Didn't you know about this?" Ruby chimed in, not wanting to miss her chance to please him. Donna's face flushed with embarrassment. Ignoring them, she turned to Noel and said, "Noel, take care of this. Destroy that tombstone." "Got it! Leave it to me!" Noel, eager to prove himself, immediately called his team to prepare. Within minutes, a loud explosion shattered the tombstone into pieces.

She was asleep now finally sedated and peaceful after her breakdown. Her tear-stained face had gone still, even, though the bruises beneath her eyes told another story. The man at the other end was waiting for him to fulfill his part of the bargain. He couldn’t picture her in anyone else’s hands. He couldn’t. “She’s here,” he said quietly. The Don gave a low, humorless chuckle. “Seems you and your little doll had a pleasant trip,” he drawled, mockery lacing every word. “How was the seaside? Picturesque, I imagine. But now… your time’s up.”

don stopped and asked "what you want say" she said "I wanna go to home sobb I want my mom sobbb" she is crying very bitterly don sighed and said "fine I will send you" she said "I will never comeback sobb into your life sobbb please let me go sobbb I will never say any of these to anyone sobbb I will go sobb far away" this time Don's anger triggered he went near her and made her to stand forcefully she pushed him aside and ran away to front room but the main door is locked

Gradually over time, she'd go into a vegetative state in the hospital, her consciousness forever trapped in this silicone doll. The comments fell silent for a whole minute before they appeared again. "Laura… Laura Halliwell, you win." "Dorothy will never go back to her own body." "Calvin will lose his mind." I returned the doll to the display case and locked the door. After that, I grabbed my phone and texted Calvin. "Your doll's with me. Come and take it whenever you like." He didn't respond, and I doubted he ever would.

I thought he was joking. Now, I’d give anything to return to that night and hold him longer. Even if it cost me my soul. Something moved in the corner of the room. My flashlight flicked back on—by itself. Its beam aimed at the doll. Now sitting upright. Eyes locked on me. “I miss Daddy,” it repeated. And before I could react, it let out a low hiss and collapsed again, lifeless. But beneath it—a dark stain was spreading on the floor. Blood.

And Luca Moretti had no intention of dying anytime soon. As he stepped into the cool night air, he straightened his shoulders and set his jaw. Time to put on the mask of the charming businessman, to hide the ruthless don that lurked beneath. It was a dance he'd perfected over the years, but tonight, for reasons he couldn't quite pinpoint, it felt more suffocating than ever. Little did he know, across town, a fiery redhead was burning the midnight oil, poring over documents that would soon turn his carefully constructed world upside down. The game was about to change, and Luca Moretti had no idea what was coming for him.

He looked at her to see if she was lying, he was waiting for any subtle change in her facial expression to give her away but there was none. "I do not know how I got here because I just wanted to run away ...and I won't say anything if I could just leave," she pleaded. He looked at her from the bruises on her body he could tell she was being abused. He pitied her , who knows how long she had been going through this. One of the rules her was never to hit a woman (depends on the woman though) especially for no reason, if you did you would get killed. "Well that is enough for now, if I were you I would get used to being here because if the Don spares you get used to working as a maid because yo

he said. I froze, hand in midair above the board, and looked over at Renzo. His face gave nothing away. “Oh great,” Marcello said with a smirk. “So what’s it gonna be this time? Another one of your dramatic moves?” That’s when it hit me—no matter who I took down, Walter Arellano was never going to stop using his own daughter as a bargaining chip to save his company. I clenched my fist and let out a sharp breath. “In that case, Renzo, send them an offer.”

When his body hit the ground wrong and pain tore through him, I’d known instantly that I had succeeded. He hadn’t suspected me then. That came later. His room had been quiet in the way only powerful men’s deaths were; machines humming, guards standing too still, the air thick with inevitability. He’d looked smaller in that bed. Fragile. The Don reduced to a body waiting to fail. He’d known. Not immediately. But when I stood at his side, when he searched my face for the son he’d never truly accepted, something shifted behind his eyes. So I finished it.