No More The Don's Broken Doll Novels & Stories

Breathing hard with tears in her eyes, hands shivering and choking she found her only mate fallen there. "MY DOLL!!" she screamed, ran to her, picking it from dirt and hugged her crying "Don't..... leave me please. Don't leave me alone here I am scared" she looked at her smiling and said "I'm sorry that I dropped you" But, her doll was still smiling sweetly even after being fallen in black mud. It still had it's smile which encouraged little girls to play and that what it's smile She rubbed her tears and looked up at the dustbin "maybe we can find food here?"

I said lightly, reaching for one of the dolls to fix its hair. “No, Penny’s right,” Donna said. “But I still think Danger Man is better.” The air seemed to drain out of the room. My hands froze mid-braid. “Donna,” I said, my voice sharper than I meant, “we don’t talk about him. Ever.” Her eyes widened, confusion clouding the warm little smile she’d been wearing. “But—” “No.” I forced myself to soften it this time. “Not even as a joke. Not ever again. Do you understand, baby?”

He will again take control over me. Before I could do anything the devil inside me said," You are becoming weak again. What's all this doll!! My doll!! Don't forget about your revenge. You are a ruthless mafia and there is no mercy inside you. Don't forget this!" My head is again spinning and my mood is again ruining. I took out another pill from my pocket and gulped it down. If this situation continues then one day I will become crazy.

“Why are you here again?” Eudora asked abruptly, the peaceful atmosphere in the hospital room instantly shattered. Ryan stood up, his usually stoic face now etched with tension and anxiety, as if caught red-handed. Before he could explain, Donna, in a weak voice, asked, “Mom, he gave me a Barbie doll. Can I keep it?” Though she was asking for her mother's permission, her eyes pleaded intensely, her hands clutching the doll tightly, unwilling to let go.

The debt he mentioned at his estate dinner? Yes, things had been... patchy last week. But everything was back to normal now. The staff were back. The cars. The paintings. I went on a limitless shopping spree this morning—for fun. So... what wasn’t adding up? My face must have shown how confused I was because Malcolm turned to Wilbet and said, “Well, Willy boy, care to tell the class what’s going on?” Still no answer. But a muscle ticked in Wilbet’s jaw. He was clearly annoyed.

"The traitor is alleged to have killed the Don's mother. The Don believed his mouth was killed by her father, so he is probably seeking revenge for the death of his mother. " Draven muttered, turning around to return back to his car. His business at the gala was done, he was not a social person and did not see the reason or importance of socializing, so he preferred to go back to his hotel room and enjoy some quiet time. "Does that mean, the mother of the Don was really killed by Mr. Vale? Isn't that what he is called?" His assistant muttered and Draven hummed, confirming the fact that his assistant was on the right track.

It broke my heart to see my doll so emotionless "It happened when you were only 3 years old" Her mum started after a sigh ,seeing Vera was in no mood to listen to their apologies "Your mum and dad, well your dad. He was the ruler of the Russian mafia at the time" "There was an uprising and they were murdered" I felt Vera become unsteady for moment as I noticed her breathing became uneven and tears filled her eyes. "T-they were killed? " Her voice came out in a whisper. I tried to suith her by rubbing her back the more "Yes. Sadly

was all it took. At his word, I had the tattoo lasered off and swapped my leathers for long, conservative dresses. I am Rosalie. For five years, I hid my identity and played the porcelain doll Rocco wanted. Until the night he eliminated all his rivals and was crowned the new Don of the South. That was when he let his men bow to another woman, hailing her as their "Donna." I watched Rocco. The same hands that had just executed a traitor were now gently placing a pair of red high heels on the feet of his adoptive sister, Vivian.

“Valentina. I fucked up. I never should have let her disrespect you. I’ll make her disappear tomorrow. I swear.” Tears welled in his eyes. The Don of the De Luca family, crying on the floor like a child. “You’re everything to me. Without you, I’m nothing.” I looked at him and felt nothing. I’d seen this act one hundred and twelve times. Every betrayal. Then the same performance. “Alessandro. Get up.” “Not until you promise you won’t leave.” He hugged my legs. “I can change. I’ll change anything.” I pushed him away gently.

Once again, Rossi stayed out all night with Bianca Moretti. When I confronted him, he had me confined to my room. That was when I learned to be good. When I caught him on a date with Bianca, I no longer demanded answers like a madwoman. When Bianca stole the spotlight at a banquet, I willingly poured her wine and faded into the background. I would even hand over the Donna position I had dreamed of to her. All because I had been reborn. In my previous life, once his first love returned, the Don I loved had eyes for no one but Bianca. I fought with him again and again, wearing down what little affection he had left, and all it earned me was his disgust. In the end, to secure the Family's inter