No More The Don's Broken Doll Novels & Stories

Instead, he clenched his jaw, a silent testament to his stubbornness. I leaned my weight into it, twisting gently to break the suction of the clotted blood. There was a terrible, wet pop—the sound echoing in the silence like a gunshot. As I tugged, the screech of metal pulling free from bone pierced the air, sharp and unforgiving. The nail finally came loose, dripping with dark, congealed blood, and I dropped it into a metal basin with a sharp clang. Don exhaled sharply, eyes fluttering closed for a moment before opening again. A groan escaped his lips, low and guttural. Then, unexpectedly, I heard a strange, raspy laugh from him, a crack in the otherwise tense atmosphere.

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

The two girls quickly pushed each other away. When Phoebe and Silas settled the bill and came over, Phoebe asked with a smile, "Did someone ask for your number just now?!" Donald smiled, "My private number won't be given to any woman." Phoebe nodded in satisfaction, then she said, "I just saw a pretty good car ornament. Look, isn’t it cute? I bought two." In her hand was a pink doll, delicate and beautiful. "Sure it is." Donald praised her taste.

After that we used the claw machine where I tried to get a large doll to gift Sadie for keeping her mouth shut, but it turned out it wasn’t as easy as I thought it would be. I had never used it all my life. It only made me more annoyed, and worse than I felt before approaching it. Lucas also tried his best, but he ended up leaving, and when he returned, he had a doll, which he definitely bought. “I think you might break the machine at this rate. What do you need a doll for?” He asked, and took it out of his hands. “For Sadie. Thank you.” I said, and walked past him, trying not to cry. The old man had really been the last straw. How could he have been so rude, and uncaring?

"He hasn't spoken to me or anyone for more than a month, Jason. Not a single word." A sudden crash from Don's room made me jump. Jason's body tensed with alarm. Jason bolted through the doorway before I could even process what was happening. I followed quickly, my heart racing as I stepped into the room. Don stood beside his bedside table and a thick-bottomed ceramic mug dangled from his fingers. The one I'd brought him hot chocolate in earlier. My eyes darted to the broken band lying on the floor behind the table. "Don, what—" I started, but he hurled the mug to the ground before I could finish which exploded into jagged pieces at our feet.

On the carpet behind it, torn into bright, unrecognizable pieces, were the toys. My baby's toys. Those toys had not come from a store. I had borrowed them from friends with children, mended each piece, washed them, dried them in the sun. Each one had been handed to me with a smile and the words "for your baby." Dante had taken them and given them to Serena's dog. I held my belly with one hand and left the estate. Il Nido occupied the top floors of a building in the city. I walked in. The receptionist stood when he saw me, his voice quick. "Madam, the Don is—"

Tears spilled down his face at once. "Will you please come home with me, Lydia? I know I was wrong. I regret it now. I didn't know you were the one who saved me. It was all Serena's fault for impersonating you! I've broken her hands and sent her to prison. I avenged you. Please forgive me, okay?" he pleaded. People were shocked to see the once untouchable Don humbling himself to this extent. I remained where I was, calm as if I were looking at a complete stranger. "This is a private exhibition, Mr. La Rosa. Entry is by invitation only."

When she hung the pendant around my neck, there was a sadness in her eyes that I couldn’t understand at the time. Even now, I still couldn't forget the way she looked when she said those words. Just as I was lost in thought, Donna Moretti suddenly brought up Mamma. “Do you miss your mother, Miss Bianca? I heard the late Donna Vitale was an extraordinary woman. I also heard that you want to take over the family business someday. Was that inspired by Donna Vitale?” The atmosphere in the living room instantly froze.

If Ember were to deal with her using how she was trying to sell Saint Lucia Convent, it might reveal everything about the kids, and she might be imprisoned. Donelle almost cried thinking that she was going to die right there and then. However, Ember seemed to have lost interest as if she had enough. “This is so boring. I believe that you must have a lot of things to do. I won’t interrupt you. Go.” Donelle let out a sigh of relief and quickly walked away, worrying that Ember might drag her back to torture her again if she was too slow. Ember gazed at how Donelle limped away, her expression frosty.

"Do you hold a grudge against me, Doni? You want to use your bare hands?" That man's name is Doni? Doni who? Do I know him? His laughter is so terrifying. "Bare hands, huh? Fine. I'll play along. After all... you won't be alive much longer, Ndrew." "Argh!!!" I can't quite place where that scream is coming from. Shortly after that cry, the sound of something cracking or breaking is painfully audible. It makes me wince. I have no idea who's attacking whom. This damn sofa doesn't offer me any angle to peek at what's happening.